Don’t go in the water.
Don’t go in the water.
DON’T go in the water.
…Okay. You went in the water.
You probably know the OceanGate story — and the idiocy surrounding it — in intimate detail, so I’ll try to keep it short. Five mega-rich light-bending guys thought it’d be pretty darn cool to look at the sunken Titanic in a rinky-dink, commercial submersible. The vehicle was built from fragile carbon fiber, piloted with a Logitech gamepad, and bolted shut from the outside so the occupants couldn’t escape if they wanted to. When the gamepad stopped working properly, our intrepid adventurers became stuck in a tube with no way to move. In time, the pressure of the ocean became too great, and the hull ruptured. The little sub crumpled like a Pepsi can, and gooified everyone inside.
Now here’s the funny part: the news really wanted us to feel bad about all this, to sell it as some heartbreaking tragedy…but it doesn’t look like it worked.
Too soon? Possibly. In bad taste? Maybe, but don’t worry; we have some very good people on patrol, ordering us not to joke about it.
Well, all I can say to these people is, “Welcome to the Internet. First time?”
All right, that’s a cop-out, I know. Let’s put aside the cardinal rule that says the Internet turns people into assholes. There are a couple of other issues at play here.
First, there’s the crab mentality that leads to a general distrust and hatred of the super-rich. For generations, Americans have toiled under the doublethink of capitalism. Chasing the promise that hard work leads to riches, while internalizing the fact that only a lucky few ever actually get rich, can drive a person mad. Add to this the excess and debauchery that the rich regularly get up to, and bitterness shall well.
So five of these fucks blow a million dollars in total so they can brag to their rich-fuck friends about their “amazing adventures?” Oh, and to make TikTok videos about solving a Rubik’s Cube at crush depth? Fuck ’em. Fuck ’em in the ear. Does that make me a crab? Well, I’m the crab who didn’t get squished in a carbon fiber can. Stay in the bucket, boyo, and that won’t happen to you.
Which brings me to the second impetus for these jokes: a dire need to see natural selection at work. Everyday, it seems like the value of wisdom drops another dollar, as idiots and morons are either excused for their behavior…
…or are rewarded for it.
And everyday, we’re told to pity these people.
Do you?
Compassion is important and all, but so is personal responsibility. Suppose some guy is out for a walk, and a random alligator that escaped from a zoo jumps out and kills him. I’d feel bad for the guy. He didn’t know that was coming. Now, suppose some other guy gets killed by the gator because he tried to snuggle up and take a selfie with it. Well, I’m not going to feel so bad about that. In fact, I’d probably feel pretty happy about it.
Bloodthirsty poacher gets slaughtered by locals? I’m going to laugh at it.
Idiot government agent shoots himself during a gun safety lecture? I’m going to laugh at it.
Aggressive nature show host gets stung in the heart by a stingray? Well, okay, I didn’t laugh at that, but I certainly shook my head in non-surprise.
Why should anyone feel ashamed to laugh at this? The shame doesn’t lie on the witness to the folly. It lies on the fool, where it belongs. I have no sympathy for these people. Zero. The tale of OceanGate is rare and precious evidence that the universe is cognizant of hubris and stupidity. It’s the way things are supposed to happen, and it gives me hope.
The ones who take my hope are the ones who pretend to feel bad for them, the ones who refuse to learn a lesson, the ones who find consequences inconvenient. They stand up, stiff and sanctimonious, and tell me what I should think and feel about the situation. These are the sycophants, these are the enablers, these are the people who allow humanity to slide into ruin, because aww shucks guys, it’s not their fault!
Not everything is in our control, but we certainly have the power to not go where God doesn’t want us without proper preparation. You want to go on a daring adventure? Fine, but think ahead. Plan properly. Consult with experts who’ve done it before. Most importantly, consider your motivations. If you’re only climbing Mt. Everest for the likes and the follows, maybe you should just fake a photo and have ChatGPT write the anecdote. It’d be just as impressive to me.