This is what proves that my brother and some other people I know are smarter than I am. Many had some early motivating influence--bullies, who knows.
The significant thing is that they decided the best revenge is success in creating a good, happy life. This was actually told to me by one such person. Building the good life requires enough cognizance of reality to avoid the losing, non-essential battles.
What I tend to do is tilt at windmills. I know it. I don't like it. But I find it hard to give it up permanently. I'll quit doing it for years at a time--if we look back far enough. This neither seems like a time to jump on any bandwagons of cooperation with the nonsense, nor railing against it.
The question of importance is whether I am doing what I can to improve my world. Obviously not. How stupid is that? Then again, I am not alone. This is no comfort, but true nonetheless.