Yep, that's why I moved to the mountains. These kinds of people have weasled their way into the countryside too, like a dis-ease that is spreading like wild fire!  This has been going on like thousands of years, but it does seem like they are the majority doesn't it??  Do you really drive a Truck Fifi??  I'm surprised, I expected you to be driving a convertible Beemer...it just seemed to fit your name,   Just kiddin with ya!!

Anyway, as for the upper-handed people and not finding compassion for them??  That is so interesting because these are the people who need the most compassion, they are truly delusioned.  Sure, they "seem" to be in the driver's seat where $$ and society is concerned and all, but really, in reality these people are absolutely miserable.  I have a sister like this and whenever I get irritated with her, I remind myself of just how lucky I am compared to her, even though she is filthy loaded, seems like she is living the good life....however......She is really one stressed out, lonely, screwed up in the head about who she is individual I know.  Although, she *SHOULD* feel lucky that she has a sister like me who prays for her every day, but, it doesn't work that way and I don't need that kind of recognition cause that is not the reason I do that.  Compassion is UNCONDITIONAL, therefore, if it is *conditional* it is not *true* compassion.

You should read this poem IF, below, it will help you keep your head on straight,   My favorite part of the poem is this;  "If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute, With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!"  These are some mighty powerful words and can be used in every day life for every situation.  Enjoy!

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling