Hallowed be thy name

It is interesting to observe the comical manifestations of the value of power: that which drives us to raise and protect our status, to influence others and have others think well of us.

No sooner had I stopped rubbing my eyes with disbelief that the president of the United States felt it necessary, desirable and not at all repugnant, or worthy of a Spitting Image sketch, to have a table full of senior advisors thank him for the honour of letting them serve his greatness and praise his all round magnificence than I was confronted with Nile Rodgers advertising his insecurities at Glastonbury.

Perhaps in tribute to Enfield and Whitehouse's Smashy & Nicey, Nile had already drawn our attention to the charity work he 'doesn't like to talk about' by recounting the anecdote of his getting right off the plane to help the poor folks out at Grenfell Tower, and also remind us about the many number one hit singles he has had, when his drummer further delighted the crowd by telling them and the viewing millions how many millions of records his boss had sold and what an all round genius the guy was. How we applauded. Surely only then did we realise what a kind and talented man he was. 

One might have thought that successful people would be happy for their works to speak for themselves. Donald, you may have the IQ of a walnut but hey: you're rich beyond most people's wildest dreams and you managed to get yourself elected president of the United States. You've done alright. More people like you than like me, so sit back in your throne like gold chair in one of your many eponymously branded luxury tower blocks and relax. Nile, you may not be in your twenties any longer, but you have had a long and successful career, you've produced some fairly memorable tunes, Daft Punk were keen to work with you, you are alive and well, and thousands of people at Glastonbury were happily dancing to your tunes. Give yourself a break.

It would seem Donald and Nile lack the gifts of self-awareness and objectivity. Would either of them be impressed by others behaving as they do or witnessing choreographed brown nosing? It seems unlikely, but as in so many areas of the power-driven person's life, the rules that apply to others are deemed irrelevant to themselves  

For the power driven there is no pot of emotional gold at the end of the rainbow, just the emptiness of the Midas touch, and the relentless yearning for acceptance. As Maslow rightly observed such behaviour is rooted in deficit needs: the stuff of psychopathology.

As such, a rampant power drive needs treatment not indulgence.   

 

Posted in Uncategorised.