Assholishness

There is a book titled Assholes. I read almost the whole book in jail after trying to protect a child from abuse, by lacking understanding regarding resultant requirements of a wish I made, which were, of course, arranged by Fate, mostly Lachesis. In the book, an asshole is defined, and the definition is well written and well written at length, excepting that the definition ignores private fame, lacking a better term in this my partially drunken state, such being satisfaction or happiness attained while being essentially socially alone. Once an individual has acquired satisfaction, which none will EVER relinquish, no matter how small a part of satisfaction or happiness has been acquired, one will NOT be willing to give or trade such away without certainty of near immediate satisfaction reclamation or permanent satisfaction increase a (see Pure Happiness). Those who have philosophically examined Christianity will find Moloch in the previous sentence, but those who are morally and philosophically pure will give no truth to satisfaction/happiness gain for all by sacrifice. Stars, the children of Jesus, burn out, according to science. So, by the book, an asshole, or assholes, believe he, she or they deserve to be satisfied or happy (having a sense of entitlement) for no reason. Only by proving that loving increases happiness for all, which can only be done by knowing how to love, can one be justly proud. Two hearts are better than one, and threesomes are even better.