Because the idea that it needs fixing means that all my problems are sorted with first. That's why. You're not complaining because you're barking orders. In order to make me sensitive to the problem, you created problems for me. Just like I predicted, those problems are now a major impediment to my doing the incredibly labor-intensive tasks you assigned to me. Which raises the questions: you defined the problems. Are they really problems? If you require slaves to fix them, are you not slavers? If they lie on small matters, can they be trusted when they talk of big ones? If I am to be others' savior, then what person is mine?

I am sick because other people needed to keep me sick so they would feel assured of my loyalty. That's a fact. This by itself is forgivable, but only if I can keep my distance from them. All of them relied on this mystical way of thinking, which required those who did not to suffer behind the scenes to keep them from getting destroyed. Even the meekest eventually said 'fuck this,' and rebuked them, for which he was punished by not being allowed to enter the land of promise to which he had selflessly led so many others.

Isn't it about time someone finally got wise to the general scam of piety and selflessness, and left such people as a group to their own devices?