Let's all try to help Dog by continuing his Perpetual Pity Party. Yes, that will work. It will ensure that Dog learns from his life's lessons to this point, both what he couldn't control and what he could.
Let's all marinade Dog in victimization. Yes, that will ensure Dog picks himself up, dusts himself off and starts all over again. It will help him to clearly identify the situation he is in and make a plan to fix it at Warp Factor 4.
Yes. By all means, let's continue to placate, enable, molly coddle, excuse and justify Dog.
The truth of the matter, based on his demographics (young, white, angry male with no post secondary education to speak of, no marketable skill-sets and apparently no intention to develop any) and that he has firmly immersed himself in conspiracy theory la la land that Dog's future is bleak at best.
Statistics suggest he will or already is abusing various drugs and substances, has a poor diet, takes unnecessary risks, is irresponsible financially (don't get into a car accident with Dog because he probably doesn't have insurance - and I wonder how much compassion you will have then), he will go from failed relationship to failed relationship, and his life expectancy will be much lower than average.
And the future looks much like the present for Dog until he: 1. Ends the Pity Party; 2. Evaluates his current condition with an honest self appraisal (THAT isn't likely to occur. Dog is more interested in showing off his shiny new CT toy); 3. Make a plan to be in a better place, including ending the bad decisions he is making and replace them with positive actions.
Dog, consider this world class advise from the father who didn't provide it to you: You have 15 minutes to feel sorry for yourself, kick a can, curse those who harmed or neglected you, feel rage at and try to level those you blame for your plight (the rich elders, the rich Jews, the Jewish bankers - are we sensing a theme here, Dog???). 15 minutes to pout, active passive aggressively, blame shift, fit pitch and flail and stomp about.
And 15 minutes to lose your ridiculous pride that is keeping you from moving forward.
15 minutes. After that, suck it up Buttercup, and use the rage and hate in you to fuel positive actions.
Dog, that's exactly what i used to tell my two beautiful and amazing children when they were growing up and something didn't go their way or they had a crisis of their own making or not.
They are both ridiculously successfully and functional, and they will tell you that the loving attention they were smothered with coupled by hard lessons when necessary are the reasons.
Some of you curse me. You want me on that wall. You need me on that wall.