Bad enough no one uses it in a positive context anymore. (Seriously - remember the last time someone referred to “good karma”?)
I have only one example to back up my thesis statement, but it is so egregiously blankety-blank-blank-blanking awful that it suffices perfectly for my view.
A long-time friend of my mom’s - Dorothy Livingston - was almost something of a legend among everybody who knew her. She started off by putting in about ten years co-working with mom in social work; branched into psychiatric care as director of one of our municipal mental health agencies; for years a chaplain at a Unitarian church where she married shitloads of couples including many LGBT; innovated many new crisis counseling programs (with a strong emphasis on rehabilitation/helping people make personal changes and learn positive life skills); and was an absolutely indefatigable crusader for the disenfranchised by providing ad-hoc legal support and guidance in so many different arenas, that, well, I’ll have to fucking footnote* it.
Every time mom talked about this mother of six (and always with a tone of wonder) it was - “she’s doing this now”, “she’s doing that now”, and I’d be like - “oh there goes Mother Teresa again”. Folks - this woman so seriously fucking gave and gave and gave - a paragon of selflessness of the most supreme order. Her warmth and kindness just put a bow on it all. When they built her, they definitely threw the mould away.
And so…for all this giving, for all that she gave back to the community for over 70 years, for everything that she had to (at times) sacrifice…for all of this…“karma” decided to “reward” her with a stroke so severe, so debilitating, that for that last eight fucking years of her life, she was confined to a bed, c-o-m-p-l-e-t-e-l-y paralyzed, so that the only thing she could move were her eyelids.
When mom visited her and read the newspaper to her and stuff, Dotty was able to mumble the odd emotion/reaction through her closed mouth, and eventually became adept at expressing things using just her eyes, but it was still ridiculously tough slogging. Sometimes a tear or two would roll down, out of nothing. Just the thought of being imprisoned in this frozen cocoon of a shell for your final eight years, unable to move anything…manoman. Why the fuck couldn’t this have been dealt to, say, John Wayne Gacy, or Stalin, huh, karma, you useless fucking piece of shit?
Not sure how many thoughts/opinions can come out of this (I definitely don’t expect this to be a multi-pager) - just basically putting it out there.
*In 1978 the Lieutenant Governor appointed Dorothy to the Senate of the University of Victoria and in 1998 she was made an Honorary Citizen of Victoria. Social programs of which Dorothy was a founding member include the Clauhowsick Club 1965, Victoria Native Friendship Center 1970, Victoria Chapter of the Council of Canadians, Victoria Status of Women, Victoria Schizophrenic Society, Together Against Poverty Society (TAPS) 1989-1999, Universal Hot Lunch Program for school children, Girls Alternative Program (GAP). Memberships include Victoria Social Planning and Housing Advisory Committee, federal and provincial NDP, Human Rights Coalition, End Legislative Poverty", Fairfield Community Association, Capital Families", Victoria Youth Advocacy project, Low cost housing initiatives, BC Mortgage and Housing Authority and Victoria Voice of Women.