A letter from your local empath!

Or, how to be proud of being an ass

Dear H,

Hi there! My name is Madison, and I’m an empath. What’s an empath? You didn’t ask? You don't care? Don't worry, I’ll tell you!

An empath is a person who has feelings. And not just any feelings, but they feel the feelings you're feeling too. In a bad mood? That affects me! And do you feel sad? I feel that too! In fact, if you poison the mood, I really hate that, and if you’re having a good time, I love it! And no, that’s not just like a regular person!

Also, consider this! You know those people you don’t feel anything for? Well, I have feelings for them too! In fact, I have so many feelings for them that I spend my time wondering why you don’t. I feel sorry for you, actually. Just kidding! I feel angry!

I feel angry that you don't care about the same people I care about — such as junkies, perverts, illegal aliens and other criminals. And what’s this you say? That you care more about their victims? You care more about your countrymen and neighborhood? About your family and ethnicity? Have a heart and care for somebody who matters — like a Somali welfare fraud, for instance!

I hear what you’re saying — that rent goes up when we let millions of illegal aliens in, that force is the only way to get them out, that used car prices and crime went through the roof too, that Central American drugs killed more of us than anything else, that the job market was ruined by cheap labor, and the illegal aliens who wrecked it are paid slave wages anyway — but did you see the toddler cry on Instagram? Why, I could just ruin Thanksgiving dinner and disown my parents over this! Oh, I just remembered: I already did!

And no, don’t ask me the obvious: how is it that I can feel everyone’s fear and pain except Republicans’ — and white people's? And the people I'm sitting at dinner with? Easy answer: because they aren’t good enough to feel the same things I feel.

But, you ask — wouldn't being an empath make our feelings the same? Wouldn't I, The Most Gracious and Compassionate, be able to look into anyone’s eyes and connect? Why can't I read everyone’s emotions and empathize, and not just the losers picked for me by liberal Christians, Democrats, and rage-baiting Tik-Tokers?

Even easier: because the less reason I have to feel, the more feelings I prove that I have. The further the target, the stronger the love. If you love somebody close to you? That’s for normies — for sinners. Loving the stranger, the weirdo, the outcast who has no connections to you at all? That’s empathy. That's love.

So fuck you.

Yours,

-M

March 13th, 2026