We like to laugh at failure. I think it’s appropriate when a family values candidate’s campaign is derailed when he is discovered to be having an affair, or an oil company CEO is arrested for drunk driving. But in the cases like that of Bulletball, Kyle Maynard, or this old Ebaums-era vestige, the habit is smug and rotten.
Perhaps laughing at routed rebels grants us the comfortable feeling of mental superiority over not having picked a fight against Patriarch Probability. Perhaps we are reassured and invigorated through the faulty notion that his or her demise spares us more opportunity on this crowded, competitive planet.
The failures of others serve as patches for our insecurities.