Victimhood is not fragility. It is the supreme strategy of those who learned, from early childhood, that crying is enough to bend the world. This dynamic, born within domestic walls, has today become the standard method for anyone occupying a position of control. The manipulation of those who, faced with a limit, cry persecution, seek a scapegoat, turning every failing of their own into an external aggression. It is the pedagogy of "everything owed": individuals who manage their own responsibilities with the arrogance of those who expect unconditional consent in return for nothing. Whoever lives by this, whoever uses victimhood as a shield to cover their inability to confront reality, knows exactly what I mean. They know that every decision is dictated not by logic, but by the need to protect a pedestal built of lies. It is an exercise of power that requires no competence, only a constant performance. But a performance, however long, always reaches a moment when the curtain begins to shake. Whoever inhabits these positions, whoever wakes each day knowing that their entire architecture of consent rests on an infantile whim, should begin to ask how long remains before the sound of that crying can no longer cover the collapse of their own scaffolding. Reality cannot be manipulated forever. The account is already being drawn up.