Alt Left: Trans Identity Politics: Dialogue with a Tranny

– Hey there, he-she’s, what’s up?

– Well, for starters, you can quit implying we’re confused. We’re not baffled at all. We just can’t figure out which of the two sexes we are. It’s so hard to figure out, you know? Have some sympathy. Mental illness is a bitch. How’d you like to be a crazy tranny like me?

– Ok, well, I keep forgetting. Sometimes I think you’re a dude. Sometimes I think you’re a chick. Other times I want to say the Hell with it and call you an amoeba.

– Stop the misgendering! You’re giving me a breakdown! I’m going to use this knife to cut my arm some more, and after that, I’ll have to check into the mental hospital again!

– Shoot, I’m sorry. Can I just call you “they” and “them?”

– Damn right you can, cis scum!

– Ok, ok, calm down. But as a friend, really. Don’t you think you ought to treat this raging mental illness? The Hell with stigma. Don’t be afraid to seek help! Life’s not easy for any of us. Hell, I’m half nuts myself just like everybody else.

– Fuck your transphobic ass! I’m not crazy, dammit!

– Ok, ok, ok. But why do you have more DSM disorders than anyone I know? Why do you spend half your time in the hospital in a straightjacket.

– I’m fine, dammit. It’s you cis fucks being mean to me. That’s why I’m a basket-case. It’s all your fault.

– Ok, ok. Maybe you’re not nuts at all. Maybe you’re just eccentric. Maybe, maybe, just maybe they’re all crazy, and you’re the only sane one!

– Damn right, cis-boy. It’s a choice. We all choose our gender. One of my friends picked “giraffe” for his gender. Isn’t that cute? I hope he doesn’t break his neck. You know how he loves the taste of tree leaves.

– Whoa, wait. I can dig four genders. Guys, chicks, chicks who think they’re guys, and guys who think they’re chicks. They seem like they have a psychotic delusion but actually they don’t. They were born males but they really are females because they got a tit job and put on some makeup. It’s easy to be a girl. Just grab the nearest dress and a tube of lipstick and you’re on your way, my friend! Watch out for the monthlies, though? Whoa! Guys who think they’re chicks get PMS too.

– Damn right we do. Men get menstrual cramps. See? Both words have “men” in them? Hint hint.

– Ok, man whatever. The world is a strange place. I just saw a ghost whisk by you as a matter of fact. So there are four sexes, I can dig it.

– Nope! What are you, a male TERF?

– Huh? I’m still not doing good enough? I’m sorry, sir. How can I better a better servant to your Devianthood?

– Well, first of all, you can get rid of this idea of sexes in the first place. Sexes don’t exist. They just seem to, but it’s an illusion because we’re all gigantic amoebas on two legs!

– Whoa! I always knew I was pond scum, but I never knew it was this bad.

– It is. There are no boys or men! We’re all sissies. Not quite. You’re penis-havers! Even some women have dicks, so they’re one of the boys too! And there are women who are basically dudes with vaginas, hairy backs, clits as big as porn cocks, and boyish good looks.

– Whew. Well, ok, I’m a penis-haver. Not a bad identity. Hell, I do most of my thinking with my Lower Head anyway. The Top Head’s not good for much more than overthinking and forgetting social rules, so it’s more of a liability. Too many brain cells is a bad thing! Most people hardly have any, so if you have as much grey matter as Einstein, you really stick out.

– I’m sure you get a lot of dates, bookworm. No, really, girls like pencil-necked geeks named Poindexter!

– Ok, cool, so Man World is really Penis Haver’s World. Let the dick-measuring begin! I’m almost seven inches anyway, so I’ll beat 85% of these smalldicks. But what about the womyn?

– No such thing. Even Miss Lindsay Graham’s not really a broad!

– Damn. Really? He’s more girly than Scarlet O’Hara.

– So what? Everyone’s kinda genderqueer anyway. We’re all somewhere in the middle with the femboys and the traps and the studs and the dykes! So there’s no such thing as womyn, same as no such thing as men. There are dick-havers, and, yep, there are vagina-havers. Vagina-havers can get pregnant, whether they are “men” or “women.” Of course men can get pregnant! Transmen get knocked up all the time! Get with it. You’re an old fogey.

– Wow, this is confusing.

Alt Left: We All Have Our Crosses We Bear: The Tragic Life of the Transsexual

We All Have Our Crosses We Bear: The Tragic Life of the Transsexual

First off, I don’t hate transsexuals. I feel terribly sorry for them. They’re crazy. I work in mental health. I don’t hate crazy people. Hell, I deal with them all the time. How can I hate my clients? I’m half nuts myself anyway.

I’ve talked to a few transsexuals.

The Transmen

I talked to some transmen. One admitted that she had made a mistake. She wanted to date me but she lived too far away. She had the body of a woman, curvy with nice tits, hairless. I asked about the hairlessness and she told me she shaved a lot. Then I saw her face.

The face of a very attractive human, but alas, only a pretty boy and not a girl by any stretch of the imagination. Most pretty boys don’t really look like women. Everyone just thinks they do. Look at them real close. They look like a very beautiful man, but still a man nonetheless. There’s some implacable barrier between a pretty boy and an attractive woman. You can’t put your finger on it but you know it’s there.

Male model good looks, but still a pretty boy. I thought, “I don’t know about that.”

Another wanted to date me too. She explicitly stated that she would definitely have sex with me, and she lived fairly close. She was willing to drive five hours up here just to get fucked. I wanted to do it until I thought about it.

She still had the body of a woman except for the hair on her chest. I told her she’d have to shave it. She agreed.

The deep voice? No problem.

Clit as big as a micropenis? Probably not a problem. I’ll just tell myself it’s a giant clit and see if that works.

Then I thought about her face. I never saw it but I don’t want to. Transmen are still women of course, but their faces look exactly like men’s. She will look like a guy. No way can I have sex with a woman who totally looks like a guy. That’ll be sure to send me into a gay panic. I’m way too homophobic to to that.

Even worse, I told me best female friend, a former model, gorgeous at 32. She referred to my potential sex partner as “he.” To me she was always a “she.” That really hit me. No way can I fuck any human who others refer to as “he.” You’re hitting my homophobic nerve pretty hard there.

Besides, they’re all tight as virgins. They can’t even use dildos anymore. They bleed when they have sex. Their vaginas hardly work anymore, like those of postmenopausal women, and they’re 25 years old. 25 year olds with the vaginas of a 55 year olds.

All of this is mostly just sad more than anything else for me, especially that last paragraph and in particular that last sentence. I don’t hate transmen at all. They’re tragic figures, often willing to admit they were mistaken. You pity someone that much, and  it’s impossible to hate them.

Transwomen

I talked to a few transwomen, and they were the nicest guys I’ve ever met. Real sweethearts. Remarkably soft and kindhearted for men. Pacifists. I didn’t hate them at all. How can you hate someone that nice? On the other hand, if you ask me if they’re crazy, I’d have to say yes.

The Life of the Transwoman and Her Trans Friends, Written in the Second Person

Despite the fact that you’re already crazy and miserable anyway, you get locked into Trans IP and get even more miserable.

But you’re wretched. Everybody’s misgendering you all day. TERF’s are everywhere, stinking up the landscape, posing as woke progressives. The laws are all against you. You’re locked out of the dating sites. There’s always prostitution but who wants to be a whore? You just got fired from another job by your transphobic ass of a boss. He laughed when he did it. Most jobs last months, not years. Your resume is a trainwreck. You have to fake the whole thing. Invent places you never worked at, jobs you never had, and you’re playing games with time frames. Your family disowned you.

You’re a laughingstock. You’re always the butt of some joke. Nobody understands you. Cis people keep trying to be woke, but they keep screwing up. They’re never quite free of transphobia.

You have to keep moving the goalposts to think up some new oppressions when the old ones don’t work anymore because you always have to have new oppressions to keep cutting and going to the hospital, taking three different psych meds, or hangdog-ing in some therapist’s office who probably secretly hates you. You need a reason to be hated, so you can be a victim. So you can blame all your mental problems on bigots. Everyone’s misinformed and a bit mean all the time. Even when they’re nice they’re mean. Like human venus fly traps.

No one wants to date you. You’re lonely every night. The porn doesn’t work anymore. Half your trans friends are flakes, nutjobs, and kooks – and that’s when they weren’t sex offenders or creepy latent rapists. A few of them liked little kids. You shudder at that. Your friends are all narcissists. Everyone you know has NPD. And you keep asking yourself why so many transwomen are psychopaths. You last two “best friends” ripped you off for hundreds of dollars. You confronted them and they laughed.

You call yourself a lesbian with a dick, but pretty soon you’re yelling that no dyke wants to date you. There’s nothing a lesbian hates more than a penis. It’s not rocket science. You demonstrate and rage about cotton ceilings. You try to join lesbian marches so you can maybe get a date, but you get found out, and the womyn physically remove you from the march. You fight back but the police come.

All your transwomen friends are collecting DSM diagnoses, and that’s no fun. Collecting baseball cards? Ok? Collecting different ways of being nuts? The Hell never goes away, and it gets a bit worse every New Year’s.

You’re suicidal. The cutting wasn’t enough. You always needed just one more scar. You catch yourself on the web researching suicide methods. Anything to make the pain go away. The psych drugs stop working and then they up the doses, but the side effects wreck your life, so you go off meds. You’ve had 30 different DSM diagnoses. They can’t all be right, but no one can agree what’s wrong with you.

As you head towards middle age, more of your old friends are buying it with their own hand:

There’s Tracy, drug overdose.

Debbie the streetwalker, murdered by one of her Black clients.

Betty finally took one too many pills.

Ginger used a gun. They say it was gross, splattered all over the wall. The Hazmat team came out.

Latisha jumped off a chair and was found swinging in the air with a broken neck. I hope it was over fast.

Jade was hit by a car. There were rumors that she ran out into traffic!

Lisa? Cirrhosis. She was the life of the party, always with a drink in her hand. One day she drank one too many.

Mary? Liver cancer. The hepatitis from the needles finally caught up with her.

Maryanne? She never could pass. Good God, ugliest horse face you ever saw. And that jawline. People were always cupping their mouths to hide their snickers. One day the humiliation was too much. She was found in a bathtub of blood, razor on the edge of the porcelain.

Your trans friends are offing themselves at 20X the rate of your cis friends. Some liberation! 10 detransitioned, but half of them went back on steroids. One, Rhonda, went back and forth three times. One day she quit changing her mind. She was found lying motionless in a wino alleyway. Natural causes, they said. But she was only 38!

You did know some transmen. After testosterone liberation, they started going to jail and they never stopped. They’d been clean as a whistle before. Who knew that testosterone could turn you into a criminal? You saw the transformations. Meek young ladies to raging pussymen. You thought lesbians were bad? Wait til you meet transmen. They’re as raging and combative as dykes, except lesbians have normal hormones. Transmen are raging dykes with testosterone poisoning.

One, Julie, detransitioned. But her voice was deep as man’s. Poor girl will have to shave every morning for life. And the injections made her sterile.

At 25, your transmen friends already have vaginal atrophy, a condition most women don’t get for another few decades. Their pussies are as tight as a virgin’s. Their dildos won’t even fit anymore.

Some dated straight cis men but most guys flipped when they saw the clit as big as a baby carrot. One transman friend swore one went into a gay panic. He was this far from killing her.

You have the face of a guy, so only kinky gay men want to fuck you. It feels weird. You want a real man, like all women. You’re a woman, and the testosterone makes you maniacally horny for days on end. Who would have thought that testosterone would turn you into an insatiable sex maniac?

You rub your clit to masculine straight men nonstop for three days straight, and the next day, here you are, in the Castro again, getting fucked by another sissyboy. To deal with the cognitive dissonance, you start calling yourself a gay man. Everyone says you’re crazy. And like so many gay men, you long to get fucked by masculine straight men, not sissified nellyboys. But of course the real men don’t want you. Only the girlymen do. Ever wonder why gay men are so unhappy? There ya go. One of the main reasons right there.

And now you realize that this is only the beginning. From now on out, it’ll be downhill all the way. You steel yourself for the ride. You’ll need all the fortitude you can get.

What Are Object Relations?

Alpha Unit: Of course. You just want me to agree with you.

Object Relations

You’re free to have your own views. I have good object relations. I have to otherwise I’d be on Cluster B! We Axis 1 anxiety disorder types have good Object Relations. In fact we separate ourselves from others too much. We are too good at it!

Below I use “you” to mean “all other people who are not me.”

Object Relations means that you and I are completely separate entities in space. Despite quantum physics, we don’t see ourselves as part of our each other even though we are. I recognize that you are a separate object from me, not a part of me.

That means you have: completely separate ideas, emotions, desires, fears, goals, loves, hates, opinions, politics, religious views, identities, on and on and on.

We want people to agree with us but considering that we indeed completely separate entities with our own agency, we are lucky if we have 50% of the things in paragraph above in common. So I shouldn’t expect you to disagree with more than half of what I say, think, and feel. Otherwise you might almost be a part of me. I like the idea because like most people, I’m a selfish dick, but rationally I realize you are a completely separate object, your own separate world or even universe if you will. My universe is over here and yours is over there. We’re not even in the same universe! It’s amazing we can even talk to each other, much less agree.

Alt Left: The Difference Between Blacks and Whites Is There are Far More Bad Blacks Than Bad Whites

Yes, there are bad Whites, but there are not a lot of them.We all know there are scums amongst us. Except in the White community, someone like that usually gets a punch in the face. Or he gets his property damaged. Or gunshots in his window. Or a ton of menace and threats.  He goes out in town and people  confront him on the streets, walk up to him, try to start a fight with him, and literally order him out of town. The cops find out about it, don’t get involved, and seem to say, “He’s a scum. Go ahead and run his ass out of town. One less POS we have to deal with.”

Word travels fast among Whites. I would meet people who I had never met before, who would come up to me, and say, “Hey, Bob.” I’d look at them like, “Who the Hell are you?” Some of them were cops. How did they know my name? I’d meet people and they’d say, “You don’t know us but we know you. We’ve been watching you for years, five or ten years. We like you too. We went to some of your parties but you don’t recognize us.”

Also the White community polices its bad actors.

The Black community fails to set standards for behavior or sets them ridiculously low. It gladly tolerates minor shittiness that would get you a knuckle sandwich in Whiteville.

Like ripping people off for $5-15. Ghetto Blacks do this all the time. If you let them, they will take you for more, up to $50-80.

The ones who ripped me off were all Black women because Black men are so scary I mostly just don’t deal with them. But being a pig who screws anything that moves and thinks a lot of Black chicks are hot, of course I’ve dealt with Black chicks most of my life because I’m trying to fuck them. Duh.

They have a pretty damn poor track record. They were 5-10X more likely to steal from me than White women. White women don’t really rip you off. It’s considered to be low, literally “acting like a nigger.”

Whites don’t like to be called niggers or be told they act like niggers. And if you act bad enough, that is exactly what people will call you. You will essentially be evicted from the White race and be told you are Black.

We don’t care what you look like. You act like a Goddamned ghetto nigger, so that’s what you will be called. Niggers come in all races.

You will be told, “Leave this town and go to Detroit where you belong.”

Usually scumbag Whites who act very bad in our communities are White lowlifes who just so happen to typically be White trash trailor park types who are usually quite racist. Way more racist then the rest of the town calling him a nigger. Well, racist Whites really hate being called niggers. Them’s fighting words. They look like they will murder you when you call them that. It’s their ultimate raw nerve designed to push them over the edge: calling them niggers. So of course that is what these Whites precisely get called, just because we know they hate it that much.

White policing seems to work. The community polices itself. The Black community does not police its own. It sets very low bars for behavior and lets other Blacks get away with shit that you would get your ass kicked pretty quick in Whitetown.

You stole $15? First of all that’s pathetic, and you are truly being a nigger by stealing a petty amount of cash. If we get ripped off for a good amount, of course we hate you but we get it. It was worth it to grab your $240. In a way you admire them because at least the crime was understandable. And a lot of Whites will almost respect you for a good burn.

You showed us up. You shamed us. You showed us just how stupid we were. In the future we have to act smarter and quick being such chumps and marks. In that odd way, Whites get more furious about getting ripped off for $20 than for $200.

You go around Whiteville stealing $5-25 here and there on a regular basis, and you’re going to get hit. Punched. In the face. “Get the message, bitch? Knock it off!”

Blacks don’t do this. They act like this is normal behavior so amongst these Blacks you have all these sleazy people who think ripping you off for $5-25 is perfectly normal behavior and you are the jerk for getting mad about it. There’s no policing. It’s regarded as normal, like walking down the street.

The White Community Polices Its Own

A guy was going around ripping off us drug dealers and we got together and slashed all his tires. Then we engaged in nonstop phone terrorism against his home. Then we made a bomb and put it on his car and blew the Hell out of his windshield.

As if that weren’t enough, a bunch of other folks who he also ripped off went over to his car in his apartment complex garage in the middle of the night and somehow turned his car literally upside down! So when he came down to get in his VW bug the next morning, he saw a car that was literally sitting on its head with his wheels in the air. LOL! How the Hell do you remedy a situation like that?

The guy was a cocaine addict. Well, that was his excuse. He was really a Goddamned psychopath. He went around to all us dealers and got us to front him ounces of weed. $60 apiece back then. He nailed me for two.

Then he would take them, sell them for cocaine, hole up in some rat-hole motel in San Fransisco, and put a needle into his vein. When he came back, his attitude was, “Hey, fuck all of you. Sorry, I’m a cocaine addict and I can’t help being a thief. None of you are getting any of your money back. By the way, I did nothing wrong and of course we still friends even though I literally stole from you. And about the weed I stole? You’re never getting paid back. That’s the way of the world. Oh, and tough shit if you don’t like it. By the way, I’m an addict and I can’t help it. Ha ha.”

Well, we dealers were hopping furious at him because we were not used to being ripped off. Most of us never fronted because everyone is your best friend and would never rip you off and deserves a front and of course will pay you back except it’s not true. You get away with it for a while if you vet your friends well and act like you will murder them if you don’t the money. A little terror works wonders.

Problem is you can’t vet psychopaths. This guy, we had no idea he was a psychopath because it only came out in the context of drug addiction. But we thought he was being a huge ass even if he was an addict. “You’re an addict? So what! Pay for your dope, asshole. All the other addicts do!

But he was special so he got to steal, and ha ha, you can’t get him back neener neener. By the way, we’re still friends, right? God, the arrogance!

He looked me straight in the face and said, “Bob, I swear to God I will pay you back.” I’m good at reading people. I looked him hard straight in the face and sized him up. He saw me do it and straightened his back. “I swear to God, Bob.” I’ve literally known this guy like a good friend since, what? 7th grade? 1969? Here he is, it’s 1986, and he’s asking me to front him. I’ve known him for 17 damned years. I trust him, in part because of that.

Problem is psychopaths are chameleons. They look you straight in the face, and you gaze hard into their eyes, and you think, “There’s no possible way this guy could be lying to me. I know what a liar looks like, and this ain’t it.” He looks like a completely honest person. So you trust him, he fools you and he burns you. And that’s how psychopaths roll. And it’s how they’re so good at what they do.

“The Inner Landscape of the Psychopath,” by Hervey Cleckley

This is one of the finest descriptions I have ever read of the psychopath. I’ve been studying them for decades now, and I still don’t understand them. They simply don’t make sense. I can’t see how they can do what they do without feeling guilt or caring what others think. With this article though, I am at least starting to get a picture of the inner dynamics of the psychopath.

The work below is a classic, of course, and it is the first major work in psychiatry that attempted to describe psychopathy. It is still just as relevant today as it was 80 years ago. This is a chapter from Cleckley’s book.

It’s intense reading. It’s not so much hard to understand as it is dense. There are some many concepts packed into even one paragraph that it gets slow-going. This is especially true for me as, with an article below, I have to form a “picture” in my mind to truly understand a lot of the prose. When I write I also think in pictures. I get a picture, try to figure out what’s in it and what it’s about, and then set about describing the picture in words the best I can. Most art forms are similar. We writers make paintings and movies in our head, the raw material of our prose.

The section below is 31 pages including my mad scribbling. If there’s anything you can’t understand or follow in this piece, feel free to bring it up in the comments and I will try to explain it as I pretty much understood everything written below. It took me a while, but I did get it.

That said, this piece is a serious “brain fry.” I call brain fries any prose that pushes your mind to its absolute limits, like going to the gym and pushing your body to its limits. You have to go slow because there are so many concepts being pushed so quickly, but if you concentrate hard enough, you can figure out most brain fry prose. A lot of people who like simplistic writing or don’t want to work their brains at Autobahn speed probably think texts like this are a nightmare or a pain in the ass. They’re not having a good time when they’re reading it. It’s one frustration after another.

And just because I understood everything below doesn’t mean everyone else can. Keep in mind I have a genius IQ of 147. So a person with a 147 IQ can muddle through everything below and figure it all out. 99.9% of the population is below 147, and I don’t have the faintest notion how well they can get through stuff like this or how much they can understand of it at different IQ levels. If you understand everything below and know your IQ, you might want to comment to tell us that you got it all, give us your number, and tell us what sort of a ride it was machete slashing through this word tangle.

The Inner Landscape of the Psychopath

From: The Mask of Sanity, by Hervey Cleckley, 1941, 5th edition

The surface of the psychopath, however, that is, all of him that can be reached by verbal exploration and direct examination, shows up as equal to or better than normal and gives no hint at all of a disorder within.

Nothing about him suggests oddness, inadequacy, or moral frailty. His mask is that of robust mental health. Yet he has a disorder that often manifests itself in conduct far more seriously abnormal than that of the schizophrenic.

Inwardly, too, there appears to be a significant difference.

Deep in the masked schizophrenic we often sense a cold, weird indifference to many of life’s most urgent issues and sometimes also bizarre, inexplicable, and unpredictable but intense emotional reactions to what seems almost irrelevant.

Behind the exquisitely deceptive mask of the psychopath the emotional alteration we feel appears to be primarily one of degree, a consistent leveling of response to petty ranges and an incapacity to react with sufficient seriousness to achieve much more than pseudoexperience or quasi-experience. Nowhere within do we find a real cause or a sincere commitment, reasonable or unreasonable. There is nowhere the loyalty to produce real and lasting allegiance even to a negative or fanatic cause.

Just as meaning and the adequate sense of things as a whole are lost with semantic aphasia in the circumscribed field of speech although the technical mimicry of language remains intact, so in most psychopaths the purposiveness and the significance of all life-striving and of all subjective experience are affected without obvious damage to the outer appearance or superficial reactions of the personality. Nor is there any loss of technical or measurable intelligence.

With such a biologic change the human being becomes more reflex, more machinelike. It has been said that a monkey endowed with sufficient longevity would, if he continuously pounded the keys of a typewriter, finally strike by pure chance the very succession of keys to reproduce all the plays of Shakespeare.

These papers so composed in the complete absence of purpose and human awareness would look just as good to any scholar as the actual works of the Bard. Yet we cannot deny that there is a difference. Meaning and life at a prodigiously high level of human values went into one and merely the rule of permutations and combinations would go into the other.

The patient semantically defective by lack of meaningful purpose and realization at deep levels does not, of course, strike sane and normal attitudes merely by chance. His rational power enables him to mimic directly the complex play of human living. Yet what looks like sane realization and normal experience remains, in a sense and to some degree, like the plays of our simian typist.

In Henry Head’s interpretation of semantic aphasia we find, however, concepts of neural function and of its integration and impairment that help to convey a hypothesis of grave personality disorder thoroughly screened by the intact peripheral operation of all ordinary abilities.

In relatively abstract or circumscribed situations, such as the psychiatric examination or the trial in court, these abilities do not show impairment but more or less automatically demonstrate an outer sanity unquestionable in all its aspects and at all levels accessible to the observer. That this technical sanity is little more than a mimicry of true sanity cannot be proved at such levels.

Only when the subject sets out to conduct his life can we get evidence of how little his good theoretical understanding means to him, of how inadequate and insubstantial are the apparently normal basic emotional reactions and motivations convincingly portrayed and enunciated but existing in little more than two dimensions.

What we take as evidence of his sanity will not significantly or consistently influence his behavior. Nor does it represent real intention within, the degree of his emotional response, or the quality of his personal experience much more reliably than some grammatically well-formed, clear, and perhaps verbally sensible statement produced vocally by the autonomous neural apparatus of a patient with semantic aphasia can be said to represent such a patient’s thought or carry a meaningful communication of it.

Let us assume tentatively that the psychopath is, in this sense, semantically disordered. We have said that his outer functional aspect masks or disguises something quite different within, concealing behind a perfect mimicry of normal emotion, fine intelligence, and social responsibility a grossly disabled and irresponsible personality. Must we conclude that this disguise is a mere pretense voluntarily assumed and that the psychopath’s essential dysfunction should be classed as mere hypocrisy instead of psychiatric defect or deformity?

Let us remember that his typical behavior defeats what appear to be his own aims.

Is it not he himself who is most deeply deceived by his apparent normality?

Although he deliberately cheats others and is quite conscious of his lies, he appears unable to distinguish adequately between his own pseudointentions, pseudoremorse, pseudolove, and the genuine responses of a normal person.

His monumental lack of insight indicates how little he appreciates the nature of his disorder.

When others fail to accept immediately his “word of honor as a gentleman,” his amazement, I believe, is often genuine. The term genuine is used here not to qualify the psychopath’s intentions but to qualify his amazement. His subjective experience is so bleached of deep emotion that he is invincibly ignorant of what life means to others.

His awareness of hypocrisy’s opposite is so insubstantially theoretical that it becomes questionable if what we chiefly mean by hypocrisy should be attributed to him.

Having no major values himself, can he be said to realize adequately the nature and quality of the outrages his conduct inflicts upon others?

A young child who has no impressive memory of severe pain may have been told by his mother it is wrong to cut off the dog’s tail. Knowing it is wrong he may proceed with the operation. We need not totally absolve him of responsibility if we say he realized less what he did than an adult who, in full appreciation of physical agony, so uses a knife.

Can a person experience the deeper levels of sorrow without considerable knowledge of happiness? Can he achieve evil intention in the full sense without real awareness of evil’s opposite? I have no final answer to these questions.

Attempts to interpret the psychopath’s disorder do not, of course, furnish evidence that he has a disorder or that it is serious. For reliable evidence of this we must examine his behavior. Only here, not in psychopathologic formulations, can we apply our judgment to what is objective and demonstrable.

Functionally and structurally all is intact on the outside. Good function (healthy reactivity) will be demonstrated in all theoretical trials. Sound judgment as well as good reasoning are likely to appear at verbal levels. Ethical as well as practical considerations will be recognized in the abstract. A brilliant mimicry of sound, social reactions will occur in every test except the test of life itself.

In the psychopath we confront a personality neither broken nor outwardly distorted but of a substance that lacks ingredients without which normal function in major life issues is impossible.

Simon, Holzberg, and Unger, impressed by the paradox of the psychopath’s poor performance despite intact reasoning, devised an objective test specifically to appraise judgment as it would function in real situations, as contrasted with theoretical judgment in abstract situations.

These workers are aware that the more complex synthesis of influences constituting what is often called judgment or understanding (as compared to a more theoretical “reasoning”) may be simulated in test situations in which emotional participation is minimal, that rational factors alone by an accurate aping or stereotyping can produce in vitro, so to speak, what they cannot produce in vivo.

Items for a multiple choice test were selected with an aim of providing maximal possibilities for emotional factors to influence decision and particularly for relatively trivial immediate gratification impulses to clash with major, long-range objectives. The same items were also utilized in the form of a completion test. The results of this test on a group of psychopaths tend to support the hypothetical interpretation attempted in this book.

If such a disorder does indeed exist in the so-called psychopath, it is not remarkable that its recognition as a major and disabling impairment has been long delayed.

Pathological changes visible on the surface of the body (laceration, compound fractures) were already being handled regularly by medical men when the exorcism of indwelling demons retained popular favor in many illnesses now treated by the internist. So, too, it has been with personality disorders. Those characterized by gross outward manifestations have been accepted as psychiatric problems long before others in which a superficial appearance of sanity is preserved.

Despite the psychopath’s lack of academic symptoms characteristic of those disorders traditionally classed as psychosis, he often seems, in some important respects, but not in all, to belong more with that group than with any other. Certainly his problems cannot be dealt with, medically or by any other means, unless similar legal instrumentalities for controlling his situation are set up and regularly applied.

I believe that if such a patient shows himself grossly incompetent in his behavior, he should be so appraised. It is necessary to change some of our legal criteria to make attempts at treatment or urgently needed supervision possible for him, the most serious objections are primarily theoretical. Perhaps our traditional definitions of psychiatric disability can stand alteration better than these grossly defective patients and those about them can stand the present farcical and sometimes tragic methods of handling their problems.

This is not to say that all people showing features of this type should be regarded as totally disabled. It is here maintained that this defect, like other psychiatric disorders, appears in every degree of severity and may constitute anything from a personality trait through handicaps of varying magnitude, including maximum disability and maximum threat to the peace and safety of the community.

In attempting to account for the abnormal behavior observed in the psychopath, we have found useful the hypothesis that he has a serious and subtle abnormality or defect at deep levels disturbing the integration and normal appreciation of experience and resulting in a pathology that might, in analogy with Henry Head’s classifications of the aphasias, be described as semantic.

Presuming that such a patient does fail to experience life adequately in its major issues, can we then better account for his clinical manifestations? The difficulties of proving, or even of demonstrating direct objective evidence, for hypotheses about psychopathology (or about ordinary subjective functioning) are too obvious to need elaborate discussion here.

If the psychopath’s life is devoid of higher order stimuli, of primary or serious goals and values, and of intense and meaningful satisfactions, it may be possible for the observer to better understand the patient who, for the trivial excitement of stealing a dollar (or a candy bar), the small gain of forging a $20.00 check, or halfhearted intercourse with an unappealing partner, sacrifices his job, the respect of his friends, or perhaps his marriage.

Behind much of the psychopath’s behavior we see evidence of relatively mild stimuli common to all mankind. In his panhandling, his pranks, his truancy, his idle boasts, his begging, and his taking another drink, he is acting on motives in themselves not unnatural. In their massive accumulation during his career, these acts are impressive chiefly because of what he sacrifices to carry them out. If, for him, the things sacrificed are also of petty value, his conduct becomes more comprehensible.

Woolley, in an interesting interpretation of these patients, compared them with an otherwise intact automobile having very defective brakes. Such an analogy suggests accurately an important pathological defect which seems to exist.

In contrast with an automobile, however, the braking functions of the human organism are built into the personality by reaction to life experience, to reward and punishment, praise and blame, shame, loss, honor, love, and so on. True as Woolley’s hypothesis may be, it seems likely that more fundamental than inadequate powers to refrain is the inadequate emotional reactivity upon which the learning to refrain must be based.

Even with good brakes on his car, the driver must have not only knowledge of but also feeling for what will happen otherwise if he is to use them correctly and adequately.

Some of the psychopath’s behavior may be fairly well accounted for if we grant a limitation of emotional capacity. Additional factors merit consideration.

The psychopath seems to go out of his way to make trouble for himself and for others.

In carelessly marrying a whore, in more or less inviting detection of a theft (or at least in ignoring the probability of detection), in attempting gross intimacies with a debutante in the poorly sheltered alcove just off a crowded ballroom, in losing his hospital parole or failing to be with his wife in labor just because he did not want to leave the crap game at midnight (or at 3 A.M.), in such actions there seems to be not only a disregard for consequences but an active impulse to show off, to be not discreet but conspicuous in making mischief.

Apparently he likes to flaunt his outlandish or antisocial acts with bravado.

When negative consequences are negligible or slight (both materially and emotionally), who does not like to cut up a little, to make a bit of inconsequential fun, or perhaps playfully take off on the more sober aspects of living? Dignity might otherwise become pompousness; learning, pedantry; goodness, self-righteousness.

The essential difference seems to lie in how much the consequences matter. It is also important to remember that inclination and taste are profoundly shaped by capacity to feel the situation adequately. A normal man’s potential inclination to give the pretty hatcheck girl $100.00 would probably not reach awareness in view of his knowledge that this would result in his three children’s not having shoes or in his having to humiliate himself by wheedling from a friend a loan he will never repay.

If, as we maintain, the big rewards of love, of the hard job well done, of faith kept despite sacrifices, do not enter significantly in the equation, it is not difficult to see that the psychopath is likely to be bored. Being bored, he will seek to cut up more than the ordinary person to relieve the tedium of his unrewarding existence.

If we think of a theater half-filled with ordinary pubertal boys who must sit through a performance of King Lear or of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, we need ask little of either imagination or memory to bring to mind the restless fidgeting, the noisy intercommunication of trivialities, the inappropriate guffaws or catcalls, and perhaps the spitballs or the mischievous application of a pin to the fellow in the next seat.

Apparently blocked from fulfillment at deep levels, the psychopath is not unnaturally pushed toward some sort of divertissement. Even weak impulses, petty and fleeting gratifications, are sufficient to produce in him injudicious, distasteful, and even outlandish misbehavior.

Major positive attractions are not present to compete successfully with whims, and the major negative deterrents (hot, persistent shame, profound regret) do not loom ahead to influence him. If the 12-year-old boys could enjoy King Lear or the Ninth Symphony as much as some people do, they would not be so reckless or unruly.

In a world where tedium demands that the situation be enlivened by pranks that bring censure, nagging, nights in the local jail, and irritating duns about unpaid bills, it can well be imagined that the psychopath finds cause for vexation and impulses toward reprisal. Few, if any, of the scruples that in the ordinary man might oppose and control such impulses seem to influence him. Unable to realize what it meant to his wife when he was discovered in the cellar flagrante delicto with the cook, he is likely to be put out considerably by her reactions to this.

His having used the rent money for a midnight long-distance call to an old acquaintance in California (with whom he bantered for an hour) also brings upon him censure or tearful expostulation. Considering himself harassed beyond measure, he may rise from the dining room table in a petty tantrum, curse his wife violently, slap her, even spit on her, and further annoyed by the sudden weeping of their 6-year-old daughter, throw his salad in the little girl’s face before he strides indignantly from the room.

His father, from the patient’s point of view, lacks humor and does not understand things. The old man could easily take a different attitude about having had to make good those last three little old checks written by the son. Nor was there any sense in raising so much hell because he took that dilapidated old Chevrolet for his trip to Memphis.

What if he did forget to tell the old man he was going to take it? It wouldn’t hurt him to go to the office on the bus for a few days. How was he (the patient) to know the fellows were going to clean him out at stud or that the little bitch of a waitress at the Frolic Spot would get so nasty about money? What else could he do except sell the antiquated buggy? If the old man weren’t so parsimonious he’d want to get a new car anyway!

And why did he (the father) have to act so magnanimous and hurt about settling things last Saturday night down at the barracks? You’d think from his attitude that it was the old man himself who’d had to put up with being cooped in there all those hours with louse-infested riff-raff! Well, he’d thanked his father and told him how sorry he was.

What else could a fellow do? As for that damned old Chevrolet, he was sick of hearing about it. His grudge passing with a turn of thought, he smiles with half-affectionate, playfully cordial feelings toward the old man as he concludes, “I ought to tell him to take his precious old vehicle and stick it up his _____!”

Lacking vital elements in the appreciation of what the family and various bystanders are experiencing, the psychopath finds it hard to understand why they continually criticize, reproach, quarrel with, and interfere with him. His employer, whom he has praised a few hours before, becomes a pettifogging tyrant who needs some telling off.

The policeman to whom he gave tickets for the barbecue last week (because he is such a swell guy) turns out to be a stupid oaf and a meddler who can’t mind his own business but has to go and arrest somebody just because of a little argument with Casey in the Midnight Grill about what happened to a few stinking dollar bills that were lying on the bar.

It is not necessary to assume great cruelty or conscious hatred in him commensurate with the degree of suffering he deals out to others. Not knowing how it hurts or even where it hurts, he often seems to believe that he has made a relatively mild but appropriate reprimand and that he has done it with humor.

What he believes he needs to protest against turns out to be no small group, no particular institution or set of ideologies, but human life itself. In it he seems to find nothing deeply meaningful or persistently stimulating, but only some transient and relatively petty pleasant caprices, a terribly repetitious series of minor frustrations, and ennui.

Like many teenagers, saints, history-making statesmen, and other notable leaders or geniuses, he shows unrest; he wants to do something about the situation. Unlike these others, as Lindner has so well and convincingly stressed, he is a “rebel without a cause.”

Reacting with something that seems not too much like divine discontent or noble indignation, he finds no cause in the ordinary sense to which, he can devote himself with wholeheartedness or with persistent interest. In certain aspects his essential life seems to be a peevish bickering with the inconsequential.

In other aspects he suggests a man hanging from a ledge who knows if he lets go he will fall, is likely to break a leg, may lose his job and his savings (through the disability and hospital expenses), and perhaps may injure his baby in the carriage just below. He suggests a man in this position who, furthermore, is not very tired and who knows help will arrive in a few minutes, but who, nevertheless, with a charming smile and a wisecrack, releases his hold to light a cigarette, to snatch at a butterfly, or just to thumb his nose at a fellow passing in the street below.

A world not by any means identical but with some vivid features of both these underlying situations can be found in Huysmans’ Against the Grain and in Jean-Paul Sartre’s Nausea. In the satirical novels of Evelyn Waugh, also, an atmosphere difficult to describe sometimes develops – an atmosphere that may give the reader awareness of attitudes and evaluations genuinely illustrative of deeply distorted or inadequate reactions to life.

The leading characters depicted therein show a peculiar cynicism which is more conscious and directed and purposive than the behavior of the psychopath. But none of the characters presented show even an approximate awareness of what is most valid and meaningful and natural in human beings. A negative response to life itself, an aversion at levels more basic than ordinary morals or the infraconscious foundations of taste and incentive, is conveyed subtly and impressively.

It is difficult to illustrate by incident, by the expressed attitude of the characters depicted, or by any clearly implied evaluation of the authors the specific quality of what is evoked in these novels as the essence of an unhappy, mutilated, and trivial universe in which all the characters exist. The sense of pathology pervades to levels so deep that rational scrutiny cannot reach and meet the fundamental implications; nor can inquiry satisfactorily demonstrate its precise source.

If the actual world and man’s biologic scope were only that conveyed in these interesting works, it would perhaps be less difficult to account for obsessive illness and for the psychopath’s career as reasonable reactions to a situation where no course is possible except one profoundly pathological in one way or another.

Thoughtful contemplation of what is depicted in these works of fiction suggests a world as fundamentally altered as what Straus presents as the world of the obsessive patient. In the effective and terse implication of general emotional incapacity in these characters, the authors succeed in evoking awareness of a sort of quasi-life restricted within a range of staggering superficiality.

This, rather than those aspects of the works that apparently brought them popularity, may deserve high literary appraisal as concise and valuable communications of something that is by no means easy to convey in direct language. Such a superficiality and lack of major incentive or feeling strongly suggest the apparent emotional limitations of the psychopath.

What Straus and Havelock Ellis have brought out is not discernible in the reactions of the psychopath. It is, as a matter of fact, somewhat veiled in the reactions of most obsessive patients. Observation of the psychopath makes it increasingly plain, however, that he is not reacting normally to the surroundings that are ordinarily assumed to exist. I cannot clearly define the specific milieu which such a patient encounters and to which his reactions are related.

There is much to suggest that it is a less distinctly or consistently apprehended world than what Straus describes as the inner world of the obsessive patient. It is my belief that it may be a world not less abnormal and perhaps more complexly confusing. We should remember, however, that we have no direct evidence to prove that a deficiency or distortion of this sort exists in the unconscious core of the psychopath.

We can only say that his behavior strongly and consistently suggests it. This discussion has been based, of course. on a hypothesis that the psychopath has a basic inadequacy of feeling and realization that prevents him from normally experiencing the major emotions and from reacting adequately to the chief goals of human life.

Beyond the symptomatic acts of the psychopath, we must bear in mind his reaction to his situation, his general experiencing of life. Typical of psychoneurosis are anxiety, recognition that one is in trouble, and efforts to alter the bad situation. These are natural (“normal”) whole personality reactions to localized symptoms.

In contrast, the severe psychopath, like those so long called psychotic, does not show normal responses to the situation. It is offered as an opinion that a less obvious but nonetheless real pathology is general, and that in this respect he is more closely allied with the psychotic than with the psychoneurotic patient. The pathology might be regarded not as gross fragmentation of the personality but as a more subtle alteration. Let us say that instead of macroscopic disintegration our (hypothetical) change might be conceived of as one that seriously curtails function without obliterating form.

Let us think of the personality in the psychopath as differing from the normal in some such way. The form is perfect and the outlines are undistorted. But being subtly and profoundly altered, it can successfully perform only superficial activities or pseudofunctions. It cannot maintain important or meaningful interpersonal relations. It cannot fulfill its purpose of adjusting adequately to social reality. Its performance can only mimic these genuine functions.

The persistent pattern of maladaptation at personality levels and the ostensible purposelessness of many self-damaging acts definitely suggests not only a lack of strong purpose but also a negative purpose or at least a negative drift. This sort of patient, despite all his opportunities, his intelligence, and his plain lessons of experience, seems to go out of his way to woo misfortune. The suggestion has already been made that his typical activities seem less comprehensible in terms, of life-striving or of a pursuit of joy than as an unrecognized blundering toward the negations of nonexistence.

Some of this, it has been suggested, may be interpreted as the tantrum, like reactions of an inadequate personality balked, as behavior similar to that of the spoiled child who bumps his own head against the wall or holds his breath when he is crossed. It might be thought of as not unlike a man’s cutting off his nose to spite not only his face, but also the scheme of life in general, which has turned out to be a game that he cannot play.

Such reactions are, of course, found in nearly all types of personality disorder or inadequacy. It will perhaps be readily granted that they are all regressive. Behavior against the constructive patterns through which the personality finds expression and seeks fulfillment of its destiny is regressive activity although it may not consist in a return, step by step, or in a partial return to the status of childhood and eventually of infancy. Such reactions appear to be, in a sense, against the grain of life or against the general biologic purpose.

Regressive reactions or processes may all be regarded as disintegrative, as reverse steps in the general process of biologic growth through which a living entity becomes more complex, more highly adapted and specialized, better coordinated, and more capable of dealing successfully or happily with objective or subjective experience. This scale of increasing complexity exists at points even below the level of living matter.

A group of electrons functioning together make up the atom which can indeed be split down again to its components. The atoms joining form molecules which, in turn, coming together in definite orderly arrangement, may become structurally coordinating parts of elaborate crystalline materials; or, in even more specialized and complex fashion, they may form a cell of organic matter. Cells of organic matter may unite and integrate to form the living organism we know as a jellyfish. Always the process is reversible; the organic matter can decompose back into inorganic matter.

Without laboriously following out all the steps of this scale, we might mention the increasing scope of activity, the increasing specialization, and the increasing precariousness of existence at various levels up through vertebrates and mammals to man. All along this scale it is evident that failure to function successfully at a certain level necessitates regression or decomposition to a lower or less complicated one.

If the cell membrane of one epithelial unit in a mammalian body becomes imporous and fails to obtain nutriment brought by blood and lymph, it loses its existence as an epithelial cell. If the unwary rabbit fails to perceive the danger of the snare, he soon becomes in rapid succession a dead rabbit, merely a collection of dead organs and supportive structures, protein, fat, and finally, inorganic matter. The fundamental quest for life has been interrupted, and, having been interrupted, the process goes into reverse.

So, too, the criminal discovered and imprisoned ceases to be a free man who comes and goes as he pleases. A curtailment in the scope of his functioning is suffered-a regression in one sense to simpler, more routine, and less varied and vivid activities.

The man who fails in another and more complex way to go on with life, to fulfill his personality growth and function, becomes what we call a schizophrenic. The objective curtailment of his activities by the rules of the psychiatric hospital are almost negligible in comparison with the vast simplification, the loss of self-expression, and the personal disintegration which characterize his regression from the subjective point of view. The old practice of referring to the extremely regressed schizophrenic as leading a vegetative existence implies the significance that is being stressed.

Regression, then, in a broad sense may be taken to mean movement from richer and more full life to levels of scantier or less highly developed life. In other words, it is relative death. It is the cessation of existence or maintenance of function at a given level.

The concept of an active death instinct postulated by Freud has been utilized by some to account for socially self-destructive reactions. I have never been able to discover in the writings of Freud or any of his followers real evidence to confirm this assumption.

In contrast, the familiar tendency to disintegrate, against which life evolves, may be regarded as fundamental and comparable to gravity. The climbing man or animal must use force and purpose to ascend or to maintain himself at a given height. To fall or slide downhill he need only cease his efforts and let go. Without assuming an intrinsic death instinct, it is possible to account for active withdrawal from positions at which adaptation is unsuccessful and stress too extreme.

Whether regression occurs primarily through something like gravity or through impulses more self-contained, the backward movement (or ebbing) is likely to prompt many sorts of secondary reactions, including behavior not adapted for ordinary human purposes but instead, for functioning in the other direction. The modes of such reactivity may vary, may fall into complex patterns, and may seek elaborate expression.

In a movement (or gravitational drift) from levels where life is vigorous and full to those where it is less so, the tactics of withdrawal predominate.

People with all the outer mechanisms of adaptation intact might, one would think, regress more complexly than can those who react more simply. The simplest reaction in reverse might be found in a person who straightway blows out his brains.

As a skillful general who has realized that the objective is unobtainable withdraws by feints and utilizes all sorts of delaying actions, so a patient who has much of the outer mechanisms for living may retire, not in obvious rout but skillfully and elaborately, preserving his lines.

The psychopath as we conceive of him in such an interpretation seems to justify the high estimate of his technical abilities as we see them expressed in reverse movement.

Unlike the general with the retreating army in our analogy, he seems not still devoted to the original contest but to other issues and aims that arise in withdrawal. To force the analogy further we might say that the retiring army is now concerning itself with looting the countryside, seeking mischief and light entertainment. The troops have cast off their original loyalties and given up their former aims but have found no other serious ones to replace them. But the effective organization and all of the technical skills are retained and utilized destructively.

F. L. Wells has expressed things very pertinent to the present discussion. A brief quotation will bring out useful points:

The principle of substitutive reactions, sublimative or regressive in character, has long been known, but Kurt Lewin’s (1933) experimental construction of the latter is especially apt, if not unquestionable mental hygiene. A child, for example, continually impelled to open a gate it is impossible for him to open, may blow up in a tantrum, grovel on the ground, till the emotion subsides sufficiently for him to become substitutively occupied, as with fragments of gravel and other detritus he finds there, by which he forgets his distress about the gate. […]

The human personality has the adaptive property of finding satisfactions at simpler levels when higher ones are taken away, fortunately so if this keeps him out of a psychosis, otherwise if it stabilizes him in contentment at this lower level (“going native”) or if the satisfactions cannot be found short of a psychosis (MacCurdy, 1925, p. 367). All such cases have the common regressive factor of giving up the higher-level adjustment (opening the gate) with regressive relief at a lower level (playing with the gravel).

Another illustration given by Wells emphasizes features of the concept that are valuable to us:

Consider, for example, the group of drives that center about the concept of self-maintenance, the “living standards” of civilization. This means the pursuit of the diverse means to surround oneself with the maximum of material comfort in terms of residence, food, playthings, etc., for the purchase of which one can capitalize his abilities.

That the normal individual will do this to a liberal limit is taken in the local culture as a matter of course, probably more liberally than the facts justify. For this pursuit involves a competitive struggle beset also with inner conflicts (e.g., ethical), which by no means everyone is able to set aside.

Among regressions specific to this category are those undertakings of poverty common to religious orders, but this regression is quite specific, since these orders often involve their members in other “disciplines” from which the normal individual would flee as far (Parkman, 1867, Chap. 16).

It is quite certain, though hard to demonstrate objectively, that many an individual in normal life regresses from these economic conflicts only in less degree. He does not take the vow of poverty like the monastic, nor does he dedicate himself to the simplified life of the “South Sea Island” stereotype, but he prefers salary to commission, city apartment to suburban “bungalow,” clerical work to (outside) sales.

A thought expressed by William James in 1902 and quoted by Wells deserves renewed attention:

Yonder puny fellow however, whom everyone can beat suffers no chagrin about it, for he has long ago abandoned the attempt to “carry that line,” as the merchants say, of Self at all.

With no attempt there can be no failure; with no failure no humiliation.

So our self-feeling in this world depends entirely on what we back ourselves to be and do. It is determined by the ratio of our actualities to our supposed potentialities; a fraction of which our pretentions are the denominator and the numerator our success: thus, Self-esteem = Success/Pretensions.

Such a fraction may be increased as well by diminishing the denominator as by increasing the numerator.

To give up pretensions is as blessed a relief as to get them gratified; and where disappointment is incessant and the struggle unending, this is what men will always do.

The history of evangelical theology, with its conviction of sin, its self-despair, and its abandonment of salvation by works, is the deepest of possible examples, but we meet others in every walk of life. .

How pleasant is the day when we give up striving to be young-or slender! Thank God, we say, those illusions are gone. Everything added to the self is a burden as well as a pride.

Something relevant to the points now under consideration may be found also in Sherrington’s comment on reactions (or inlaid precautions) against unbearable pain or stress in the human organism. He says:

Again in life’s final struggle the chemical delicacy of the brain-net can make distress lapse early because with the brain’s disintegration the mind fades early – a rough world’s mercy towards its dearest possession.

There are, it seems, many ways for this to occur without signs of any change which we yet have objective means to detect, chemically or microscopically. Such changes may occur under the stimulus of agents that do not have direct physical contact with the brain or with any part of the body.

Withdrawal, or limitation of one’s quest in living, appears in many forms.

The decision for taking such a step may be consciously voluntary, but it seems likely that many influences less clear and simple may also play a part. In the earliest years of human life a great deal of complicated shaping may occur, with adaptive changes to promote survival by an automatic refusal (inability) to risk one’s feelings (response) in the greatest subjective adventures. In adult life such decisions sometimes emerge in clear deliberation.

The activity of the psychopath may seem in some respects to accomplish a kind of protracted and elaborate social and spiritual suicide. Perhaps the complex, sustained, and spectacular undoing of the self may be cherished by him. He seldom allows physical suicide to interrupt it.

Be it noted that such a person retains high intelligence and nearly all the outer mechanisms for carrying on the complicated activities of positive life. It is to be expected then that his function in the opposite (regressive) emotional direction might be more subtle than those of a less highly developed biologic entity.

The average rooster proceeds at once to leap on the nearest hen and have done with his simple erotic impulse. The complex human lover may pay suit for years to his love object, approaching her through many volumes of poetry, through the building up of financial security in his business, through manifold activities and operations of his personality functions, and with aims and emotions incomparably more complicated and more profound than that of the rooster.

When complexly organized functions are devoted to aimless or inconsistent rebellion against the positive goals of life, perhaps they may enable the patient to woo failure and disintegration with similar elaborateness and subtlety. His conscious or outer functioning may at the same time maintain an imitation of life that is uniquely deceptive.

Perhaps the emptiness or superficiality of life without major goals or deep loyalties, or real love, would leave a person with high intelligence and other superior capacities so bored that he would eventually turn to hazardous, self-damaging, outlandish, antisocial, and even self-destructive exploits in order to find something fresh and stimulating in which to apply his relatively useless and unchallenged energies and talents.

The more experience I have with psychopaths over the years, the less likely it seems to me that any dynamic or psychogenic theory is likely to be established by real evidence as the cause of their grave maladaptation.

Increasingly I have come to believe that some subtle and profound defect in the human organism, probably inborn but not hereditary, plays the chief role in the psychopath’s puzzling and spectacular failure to experience life normally and to carry on a career acceptable to society. This, too, is still a speculative concept and is not supported by demonstrable evidence.

Alt Left: The World the Deep State Creates: Where Reality Is Fiction, Fiction is Reality, and Hundreds of Millions are Dangerously Mentally Ill

There’s Actual Reality, which we don’t see a lot of, but at least when we do, we know it’s real, or we think we do.

And then there’s the Fake Reality created by the Deep State and the West with the connivance of the media where things happened that never occurred, things that happened never did, where things that happened in one way actually happened in another, where the people who did things are not the real people who did them but patsies instead, where there are fake guilty parties for fake events for fake victims killed by fake substances they were never exposed to.

Where there are calls for trial and punishment of people who were framed for things they did not do, where victims are directed to the wrong perpetrators and urged to attack them, where public opinion is stirred and aroused by what boils down to a pile of fakery.

Or a Hollywood movie. Or a book. Or a TV show. The stuff that happens there isn’t real. The Deep State, the media and the West create a fake reality that is like a movie or a book, a fictional reality, and they overlay it on top of actually existing reality, so we think the movie or book or fictional world is the real thing.

What this boils down is that they are making it so we can’t tell the difference between fiction and reality, lies and truth, reality and unreality, existence and nonexistence, guilt and innocence, dreams and waking reality. What you end up with is a human that is a bundle of wild confusion that barely knows its ass from a hole in the ground because they’ve been brainwashed so thoroughly.

This is an easy object to mold for all sorts of other nefarious projects where you can pump new lies into these subject’s heads and get them aroused and agitated about new fictional worlds, while pointing at the real world, saying it’s not real, and saying that everyone who figures out that the real world is real is a mentally ill conspiracy theorist. This has the disturbing effect of labeling anyone who can tell reality from fiction as mentally ill, paranoid, and deranged. The only way to be sane is to say fiction is reality and reality is fiction. In other words, the only way to be “sane” in such a world is to be crazy!

And if you try to “go sane” and get away from the mass psychosis you are thrown into, you get the ultimate gaslighting, reputation and career destruction, ridicule, etc.

This is truly a world turned upside down. It’s Wonderland. A whole lot of stuff out there you think is real isn’t even there at all. And a whole lot of stuff you laugh and say isn’t out there is sitting right in front of your nose.

It’s the creation of mass mental disorder, delusion, and psychosis on the level of hundreds of millions of people at once, all with the same symptoms, and then giving militaries mass weaponry to blow things up and kill lots of people based on what are psychotic delusions. So hundreds of thousands of people die because hundreds of millions of people in the West are delusional and threw bombs at these people when they were in the midst of a full blown psychosis.

The West ends up being, in effect, not just mentally ill but dangerously mentally ill. Or criminally mentally ill. Those are the most disturbed criminals of all. In California they go to Atascadero. Whole societies are dangerously and criminally mentally ill and attack hundreds of thousands of innocent people due to crazy ideas in their heads. Most of the West ends up deserving to be locked away for life in Atascadero with John Hinkley, Arthur Brenner, and the rest of the crazy maniacs.

Repost: A Look at the Cluster B Personality Disorders: Narcissistic, Psychopathic, Borderline and Histrionic Personality Disorders

This is an old post that people are commenting on. I just reread it and it’s so good that I thought it was good for a repost. I’m actually shocked at how good it is. I’m reading it and I’m thinking, “Wait. I wrote this? No way, forget it. I’m not that good.” But maybe so, eh?

Rahul: Have you met someone with multiple Cluster B personality disorders?

Nope. I have never even met one person with a diagnosed Cluster B disorder, much less multiple ones. Each disorder is its own syndrome, and I doubt if many people get diagnosed with multiple Cluster B disorders.

But I have met people who I thought were psychopaths or had psychopathic traits or Antisocial Personality Disorder (APD).

I’ve met people with obvious Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).

I’ve never met anyone with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), but I have met people who I believe had it, and my friends and relatives knew people who had it.

I’ve never met a Histrionic Personality Disorder (HPD) or anyone who I thought had it.

These are the “Insufferable Asshole/Total Fucking Bitch” Personality Disorders. They can also be called the “Satanic Monster Straight from Hell” Disorders. For the most part, from my vantage as an introvert, most all of these people are anywhere from lousy to out and out horrible people. All the men are assholes. And all the women are psychobitches.

The common denominator in the Cluster B disorders is drama and chaos. All of these disorders generate large amounts of both. Another common trend is profound selfishness or self-centeredness. A lot don’t care much about most other people. And even when they do, they typically don’t treat them very well.

Cluster B types are extremely crafty, and many hazy Borderline women with Borderline traits without the full disorder are able to function quite well in society, albeit their personal lives are typically mired in drama and chaos, the two hallmarks of BPD.

These women are called “High-Conflict Women,” and they are literally everywhere, walking landmines stalking our society in plunging necklines and yoga pants. They’re bait, the flashing lure of the femme fatale darting through the human current, daring you to bite.

A female psychologist runs a website warning men about these psychobitches. The page I saw ran to 500 pages. These women typically hook up with good, decent, nice men. These men are very good people. I suppose you could call them nice guys except that the term has been so abused nowadays. These bitches attach to these men like remoras and literally suck the life out of them like any parasite does.

The therapist states that there is basically no cure for High-Conflict Women, or if they do get cured, you never know when it might happen, so you should not hang around suffering for a day that may never come. Recovery, if at all, may be decades into the future.

Why they attach to these good, kind, decent men is unknown, but they probably think these guys are suckers or doormats for their abuse. Face it, very few hard masculine men are going to cotton to these harridans. These women don’t end up with typical macho men because most of these guys would probably just kill these fucking bitches.

These Cluster B types can be very crafty and are often able to control their behavior very well. They are like the boss who sucks up to her superiors and then turns around and beats up her underlings.

Many Cluster B’s are “controlled” Cluster B’s such as “controlled psychopaths,” etc. The controlled psychopath type spends their life riding on the edge of the law, sometimes barely slipping over. Yet old studies show that most psychopaths never spend a day in a jail or prison. Instead they are what I would call “legal criminals.” They’re slippery as eels and oily as kerosene.

“Legal criminals” as in, say, our President for instance, who is absolutely a case of severe NPD. In fact he has a malign variety of NPD called Malignant Narcissism, the most extreme type of NPD. This is narcissism that has gone so far off the rails that it is moving out of narcissism and heading off towards psychopathy.

One famous clinician from the psychoanalytic days described Malignant Narcissism as “pure evil.” Indeed, a few serial killers have been Malignant Narcissists. I think the best diagnosis for Ted Bundy is not psychopathy but Malignant Narcissism, and I am not alone.

So our great MAGA president has literally the exact same mental disorder as Ted Bundy has. Let that sink in. Donald Trump is Ted Bundy. Granted, Trump is a controlled variety, a “legal criminal,” and Bundy was a severely uncontrolled variety, but they both have the same disorder.

Oh one more thing. It is universally acknowledged among clinicians that if Malignant Narcissists are anything, they are dangerous. Every one of them, no exceptions. So Mr. Trump is a dangerous man, but most Americans can probably figure that out by now.

The two disorders, narcissism and psychopathy, are on a continuum, with one view having psychopathy as an extreme version of narcissism.

Histrionic PD has typically been thought of as “psychopathy in the female.” This is correct as psychopathy in women is not nearly as bad as it is in men, and it typically results in this lousy woman called “the whore.”

Indeed, 45% of all female prostitutes are diagnosed psychopaths, which should not surprise you if you know anything about these women. Most prostitutes are a step away from being out and out thieves, and quite a few of them actually are small time thieves. A thief and a whore, same thing in my book! But the thievery occurs in the context of sex and a lot of alcohol and drug abuse, and charges are rarely filed.

They’re the bitches you go out on a date with, and when it’s over, you are $50 poorer (which you had no intention to spend – she just weaseled it out of you), and you didn’t even get laid. And yes, that sentence is autobiographical.

An argument has been made recently that BPD is simply psychopathy in the female. Traditionally it was thought of as “narcissism in the female.” Men get NPD, women get BPD, but it’s the same disorder just presenting differently between the sexes. As I alluded above, HPD has often been thought of as “psychopathy in the female.” Men get psychopathy, women get HPD,  but once again it’s the same animal varying by gender. This HPD female psychopath is the femme fatale or the basic “whore” personality.

They’re bad human beings, but psychopathy in the male is so much worse because psychopathic men are so much more physically dangerous, whereas women are not particularly violent physically. Psychopathic men cause far more damage to society than psychopathic women do. Women can be verbally and spiritually violent, and they can kill a man’s soul if he doesn’t toughen up enough, but they are typically not physically violent. Women almost seem to have an inborn aversion to physical violence. They nearly recoil at the mention of it.

Whores just lighten your wallet, often unsuspectingly. Male psychopaths, at least the uncontrolled type, are often literally monsters who commit a tremendous amount of aggression; abuse other humans wantonly, callously, and habitually; and feel not one iota of guilt about any of it. A female psychopath might take your money, but a male psychopath might take your life.

Cluster B folks are extremely manipulative, so they are often able to hide their disorder while at work. Narcissists are experts at this, and psychopaths are always hiding their illness by the very nature of the condition. They don’t call it the “mask of sanity” for nothing. Poor functioning BPD’s often cannot work at all. But some very bad ones are able to control the illness the whole time they are at work, yet the minute they get home, the psychobitch comes out to play, and they abuse, manipulate, gaslight, and generally drive insane any other main person in their lives, typically a husband or boyfriend.

I had a female physician client like this. She had an extremely kind face, and she rescued stray animals, especially cats. She was a good doctor and a model of sanity at the hospital, but the minute she got home, the human black widow spider leaped out and sucked her husband into her devious crazy-making nightmare of a web.

That’s why I don’t have a lot of sympathy for these “Asshole/Bitch Disorders.” When I realized that they could control it completely for eight hours at work only to unleash their terror and entropy the moment they walk into the front door to come home, I lost sympathy for them.

I thought, “They can control it. They’re just choosing not to.” And indeed, most Cluster B’s very much enjoy being horrible. They get a kick out of it.

Narcissists love to be assholey jerks. It’s entertainment to them.

Psychopaths of course live to prey on other humans, often abusing them sadistically for sheer kicks.

BPD women can be profoundly mean, and I think they might get off on being superbitches. They also seem to actually enjoy being crazy. I had a BPD client, the most severe case of BPD I have ever seen, who honestly didn’t want to give up her disorder. I finally concluded that she actually enjoyed being nuts. Maybe it’s exciting? My sister knows BPD’s very well, as she has dealt with many of them as part of an outpatient program she goes to. She affirmed to me that BPD women very much enjoy being crazy.

Female Histrionic PD femme fatales and Mata Hari types exploit, manipulate, connive, con, and in one way or another steal from others, particularly their male partners who are driven to Hell and back. I’ve never known one, but I imagine they get a lot of kicks out of this wild, sadistic, exploitative, and at times psychotic condition. They certainly lead “wild lives.” They probably get about as much fun out of being wicked HPD’s as male psychopaths get out of being sociopathic. Apparently a sociopathic lifestyle is quite a kick.

I believe that what women want most in life is “peak emotional experiences.” So I just answered Freud’s baffled question. The emotions can be good, bad, or ugly; up, down, or all around, this way or that way; forwards, backwards, or standsill. It doesn’t particularly matter.

They’re all peak experiences, either good or bad, and this dramatic feral behavior seems to provide women with what they desire most in life.

If you think about it, women are like drug users. What are “peak emotional experiences?” They are “rushes.” So the woman lives for the rush, up or down doesn’t particularly matter, it’s all wildness and living life to the fullest as they see it.

And what happens when we take drugs? “Rushes.” They can be good, bad, or six ways from Sunday, especially when you get into the hallucinogens, but face it, it’s always a rush one way or another when you are high on dope. Without the rush, dope isn’t even dope. It’s nothing, a handful of leaves, sand, or water in your hands. Dope is literally the rush itself.

Rushes don’t have to be good. Even bad rushes can be good if you like it wild. The fear of the bad trip is part of the rush. Live dangerously. Roll your own cigarettes. Drink your scotch straight. Die with your boots on. These are the ways that men live wild lives, but women have their own version, which is more based on wild emotions themselves as described above.

Bottom line is that Cluster B people get along great in our society because they are extroverted and often successful. Many have excellent people skills. They are expert manipulators and they can get a lot done and achieve a lot of things, albeit sometimes via nefarious means. I would say that our culture itself is essentially a Sociopathic or Cluster B Culture. So America is a Cluster B country then.

Despite their success it’s obvious to me that almost all Cluster B’s are either an insufferable assholes, sheer monsters, or psychobitches from Hell at least part the time if not most of the time. They’re not very nice people, to put it mildly.

But our society likes angry, aggressive, Type A extroverted assholes. We are an “asshole society.” Look at our president. Real close. Trump is is us, me and you and him and her. He’s our reflection in the mirror. He’s all around us every day, everywhere we go. Trump is the quintessential American – the good, the bad, and the ugly, the whole nine yards.

You would think that being a total bitch or a huge raging asshole would get you fired from a few jobs here and there, and sometimes Cluster B’s do lose jobs.

Borderlines can be so disturbed that they can’t work at all.

Almost all narcissists can work and they often rise to high levels in society.

Controlled psychopaths can work and often rise to very high levels. They do tend to get fired more than average, but they usually land on their feet and bounce right back like nothing happened.

Histrionics can definitely work, albeit often at shady jobs. Many prostitutes, porn stars, cam girls, strippers, and so on have Histrionic PD. And if you study the life history of a lot of these women, many of them are lousy people.

Never get involved with a whore or a prostitute. It’s one of the worst mistakes you can make as a man. Some strippers are ok, but even those are often moody and nutty. And they tend to be huge prick teasers. A lot of HPD’s have the callous exploitative character of the prostitute.

A lot of female porn stars seem to be horrible human beings. On the other end, I’ve never known a female porn star. But reading around, many act very bad, and they are often arrested and are in and out of jail, especially after they leave the industry. Many have serious drug problems while working and afterwards. Suicides are surprisingly common. I would not get involved with a porn star if I were you.

Many prostitutes, strippers, and porn stars are low level thieves. Callous, hard, cold thieving bitches. All of these prostitute types are exploitative, mercenary women who regard men as walking ATM’s, and, like all “whore” types, are out to drain your wallet and bank account, run up all your credit cards, and then leave you high and dry, spinning in a circle, feeling like a hurricane just hit you, and thinking, “What was that?” This is exactly the experience many victims of male psychopaths also describe.

Alt Left: Four Types of Transgender People

Interesting post from Claudius about transgenderism. I don’t completely agree with it, but it’s more right than wrong.

Transgenderism is mostly a fad because not all gay men who “transition” become hookers. In fact, many are too ugly and masculine for straight men. These I would call “fad trannies.” Not technically insane though the cult itself is suffering from collective insanity, mostly as a form of political and emotional rebellion against conservatives.

So there are four groups:

  • Gay hookers
  • SJW gay fags
  • Autogynephiliacs
  • The vanishingly small number of people truly suffering from gender dysphoria

The latter two groups are truly insane, but only the last one is deserving of our sympathy and collective medical and legal effort, to wit, they should be legally considered the gender they feel like and actually be encouraged to take hormones and chop off their dick. I doubt even 0.1% of the population would meet the criteria for real gender dysphoria.

Autogynephiliacs should not be legally considered their gender of choice under any circumstances. Why? Because they are straight and thus attracted to the opposite gender. These trannies are potential rapists of women, although I don’t think they pose an overall large threat to anybody save themselves. But you’re right about them having many comorbid paraphilias. These are truly sick fuckers. Look at ContraPoints’s YouTube channel..

“She” is a lesbian tranny. Lolz.

Also note that the first group, gay hookers, don’t chop off their dick. Almost all tranny prostitutes here, in Thailand, or wherever keep their dick because men like to play with it and sometimes be fucked by it. The economic incentive is quite strong, casting doubt as to whether these tranny hookers ever even had gender dysphoria in the first place.

From what I’ve read, men with gender dysphoria are appalled by their own penis and truly want to get rid of it. The prospect of keeping it to make a few bucks on the side by forming non-emotional relationships with straight men doesn’t add up.

RL: It seems to be an extreme form of homosexuality, and their brains are actually female-shifted. That is, they don’t have female brains or male brains.”

I didn’t know this. Interesting. It matches up with what I said. They are just super-duper gay. I like these trannies. They seem very nice, albeit a bit gold-diggerish, but whatever. I could be friends with these people.

Psychotic autogynephiliacs like ContraPoints or Caitlyn Jenner who killed someone with “her” SUV while escaping paparazzi, Hell no! BTW it was an accident, the SUV crash, but still.

The Drive to Annihilation in the Masculine (Homicidal) and Feminine (Suicidal) Characters

The Annihilatory or Destructive Drive at the Core of the Human Character

Both males and females have a drive to destruction as part of their core Characters. This is obviously a downside of any human’s character, but both the Masculine and Feminine  Characters are probably 50% good and 50% bad. Think of the good side as the bright side of the moon you see at night. The bad side of the Character is like the dark side of the moon and hopefully it acts like it. You know full well it’s there even though you never see it.

At other times you see it in spades, and many people, especially as they get older, turn the mirror around and only show the back side of it to people. All you see is the bad aspects of the Character. The good side is probably still there in most of them, and you may even see it peek out some of the time.

Both males and females have a drive to destruction as part of their core Characters. This is obviously a downside of any human’s character, but both the Masculine and Feminine  Characters are probably 50% good and 50% bad.

Think of the good side as the bright side of the moon you see at night. The bad side of the Character/Gender is like the dark side of the moon and hopefully it acts like it. You know full well it’s there even there even though you never see it.

The Annihilatory or Destructive Component in  the Masculine Character

In the male the drive to destruction is projected outwards, which is what males do with most destructive emotions. Sending negative emotions inside of yourself is considered to be pussy, weak, female, acting like a bitch, etc. “Manning up” usually means nothing more than projecting your crap outwards as opposed to inwards.

The Masculine Character has a destructive aspect, and it is dark indeed. It is frankly homicidal and most men are homicidal either consciously or consciously or at least they were as boys, when they projected their murderousness onto non-human creatures and converted it to fistfights with the males they are around.

However, it is very hard for a boy to be truly homicidal and murder another human being, either another boy or a man. Something stops them. This is odd because they spend a lot of time killing non-human things like bugs, and they physically fight each other regularly. Yet the fights seldom end in serious damage and always stop short of homicide.

So in the boy, the homicidal impulse is there most of the time, but it is transformed into playing with army men and toy guns, berry and dirt clod wars with other teams of boys (this mirrors small-scale tribal warfare), physical fighting which causes little damage, and murder of non-human lower-level creatures.

Yet as a boy grows into a man he is supposed to abandon this overt destruction and sadism of boyhood, as retaining is seen as acting like a boy, not a man. Such a young man will be told to “Grow up!” by other men. The sadistic boyhood monster begins being berated in adolescence, and at some point the blows may become physical. In this way, the core destructive sadism of the boy is transformed into the calm and controlled man.

Nevertheless, I don’t think the homicidality ever goes away. I spent most of my young adulthood in a homicidal frame of mind, directed at my enemies of course, always other men. Yet I scarcely harmed a soul and only acted on it once when I tried to kill a man who was trying, frankly, to kill me! And that was not fun. It was the worst experience of my life.

So even younger men who feel homicidal most of the time, which is practically normal, will almost never act on it, and if they ever do, they are quickly transported to the 9th circle of Hell. The homicidality is meant to be fantasy only. It’s supposed to go away in middle age, but I suspect that it just goes into hiding. I know my Killer Maniac is in me, as I feel him regularly. Yet he’s locked in a maximum security prison in my gut, and like Hell he will ever feel the light of day.

At its worst, the other-destructive aspect of the Masculine Character is truly black and horrible and actually manifests as a desire to destroy on a significant basis either objects, animals, or other humans. It’s an “obliterating” tendency. At its core, this black desire seems to be a desire to destroy the entire world and everything in it. Truly awful, but no man will come close to realizing it.

Radical feminists have done a good job of portraying the bad side of men, and the best of them have commented precisely about this homicidal character and in particular about its totalizing obliterative tendency. I’ve seen it described as a desire to obliterate the entire universe. That is when I knew that this particular radfem truly had her finger on the male pulse.

The Annihilatory or Destructive Component in  the Feminine Character

Men project their pain outwards onto others, and women push it inwards into the self. This manifests in all sorts of ways that I assume the reader is more than familiar with.

Freud even suggested that the female, at her core, is essentially a masochist. This may be true that the aspect of her destructive character is masochistic. This follows from the description above describing the male, at his core, is essentially a sadist.

Indeed, many women behave in variations of a masochistic manner in bed, and masochism is deeply tied into female sexuality. It’s usually milder than the truly hardcore masochism seem in female submissives, sex slaves, etc. involved in sick relationships with sadistic male dominants or doms, but the BD/SM dynamic is simply the basic male/female human dynamic taken to its logical extreme. Most folks are not BD/SM’ers, but a mild form of it is virtually normal in the sexuality of both genders.

This destructive nature in the female is pushed inwards, hence women are rarely homicidal, and they are terrible killers anyway due to their physical weakness. Further, women seem to have an almost genetic aversion to engaging in physical violence, probably evolved for good reasons.

A woman can and will kill you psychologically, spiritually, and verbally and the results are often severe. But she will probably not kill you.

Whereas another man can murder you at just about any time and place. Most men understand this, hence their cautious, excessively friendly, and solicitous attitude towards other men. The message behind this groveling is usually something like, “Please don’t punch me in the face! Place don’t murder me, sir!” Any man who has not developed a healthy terror of other men will surely die young and will often meet a violent end.

The landscape of love is littered with the broken souls of men who have been frankly destroyed by females in this manner in the course of a relationship. One of the most important things to learn as a man is to toughen up enough so much that it is difficult if not impossible for a woman to commit soul-murder against you, since if you have any success with women at all, some will attempt this.

The more women you get involved with, the more attempts at soul murder are launched against you, hence Chads and Alphas are often quite cynical about women, having seen the bad side of the female in spades (in addition to ample heaps of the good side too). The player simply thinks that the punishments are the price you pay for the considerable rewards. Most players have had quite a few women launch elaborate, often long-term and severe attempts at soul murder against them.

If they can’t tough it out and take it, these men simply stop the playboy game, marry up, and go more or less monogamous. Those still in the game have been targeted many times and have plenty of war stories to tell.

The destructive aspect of the female character then is self-destructive. We see this in elevated rates of depression, eating disorders, self-harm including cutting, and the high rate of suicide attempts. Females attempt suicide five times more than men, but are usually unsuccessful and most attempts are theatrical and not intended to succeed. It’s more of a cry for attention to her pain from others.

But I am convinced that the drive to suicidality is at the core of the Feminine Character. I’ve seen far too many women, even those very close to me, become suicidal at some point in their lives. My own mother was for a while.

At one time very recently, every woman I had dated recently, which added up to four or five, were all either actively suicidal or had recently attempted (usually theatrical) suicide. The attempters were older women age ~50, and the fantasists were younger ones, 18 and 19 year old teenage girls and a 27 year old woman.

I assume the suicidality acquires a more serious and lethal character as the woman ages. Notably, all three of the older women had never had children. Having living children is one thing that keeps many or most women from ending their lives. They are literally staying alive for their children. If a female has no children, she literally has no reason to be on this Earth, such is the intensity of the maternal instinct.

Furthermore, in the women above, I noticed that there seemed to be an actual love of suicidality as if they were in a love affair with this feeling. Hence I came to see it as an “essential drive” in women’s lives. Most women never suicide but the drive is probably there off and on throughout life.

Lesser forms of this include the extreme forms of self-sacrifice women engage in for others which is related to this remora-like attachment they form with others. The extreme attachment may not be for a husband or boyfriend alone but may instead be of the  mother in the case of a teenage girl or for her children in the case of an mother.

The female of many mammal will literally sacrifice her life to save others, most particularly her children. You see this same suicidal destructiveness to defend the offspring from threats in many lower mammals. It is especially prominent and can even be lethal in bears.

It’s even present in lower life forms such as birds. A section of trail in the Sierra Nevada had to be closed because the trail went by a Cooper’s Hawk’s nest, and the female kept dive-bombing hikers and aiming the talons at their heads.

Once I was fishing on the Eel River in California near Dos Rios where they Middle Fork enters the stream. If you ever want to o to a truly beautiful part of the US, go there. Across from me on the other side of the river was a large bird that looked like an eagle. It was extremely agitated the whole time I was there, flying haphazardly in small circles and squawking incessantly. I later figured out that this was a nesting female Osprey. Apparently I was too close to her nest, and this was making her agitated.

The self-destructive nature of the Feminine Character can be tied into the intense attachment they form for others. There are many cases on record in warfare of women avenging the deaths of their men in suicidal charges. A notable one occurred among Taiwanese aborigines when 100 women of a tribe suicidally attacked a Japanese contingent that had killed their men. As they charged, they yelled, “You have killed all of our men, now you will have to kill all of us!” All of the women died, but there may have been some Japanese casualties.

As we see above the female will give her life for others, especially her children or even her husband. Most human mothers will sacrifice themselves for their children or at least they say they will. And they have no fear of the death that will result.

I recently dated an 18 year old girl who had formed a severe attachment to her mother, whom she worshiped with reverence. One time she told me of this elaborate, bizarre fantasy of hers, which involved killing herself, except that the suicide would be done somehow to protect her mother. She seemed to be a state of rapture when she described this plan to me. She was in love with this plan. This desire to kill herself to protect her mother seemed to be one of the most important and beloved themes in her life.

Alt Left: More on Trannies, November 2020 Edition

Claudius: They (trannies) are gay hookers fighting for their libertarian right to transition so they can get straight male sugar daddies and clients. It’s a booming business. Just look at Thai ladyboys making a living off sex tourists.

That’s only 11% and it does look like some biological disorder. It seems to be an extreme form of homosexuality, and their brains are actually female-shifted. That is, they don’t have female brains or male brains.

Their male brains are shifted halfway towards the female brain structure, so in the areas where male and female brains differ, these men have brains halfway between male and female brains.

It’s absolutely a biological syndrome and I would give them the right to transition. There’s something clearly off with their brains. Also this type of tranny is very nice and even a lot of the TERF radical feminists don’t like them too much. They’re appalled by the belligerent and menacing behavior of the autogynophile kooks. Also, they love the word tranny. They call each other trannies all the time. They think it’s a funny word. It’s the autogynophile snowflakes that have decided that tranny is some evil bigoted slur that means you’re a Nazi.

But no one is born in the wrong body. No man is born with a female brain and stuck in the wrong male body and no woman is born with a male brain and stuck in the wrong female body. That’s just part of the crazy lying tranny propaganda, but a large percentage of the population actually believes this bullshit.

Claudius: The only crazy trannies are the straight males who are turned on by cross-dressing, the so called autogynephiliacs.

Yeah, but that’s 89% of them. Those are the nuttiest of all of them. They have more mental disorders than any other group we see clinically. They have very high levels of other paraphilias, and they commit sex crimes at a high rate. Many are on area sex offender lists. A fair number of them are actually dangerous.

They are also extremely loud, belligerent, and vindictive and even aggressive and menacing. They have taken over whole corporations. For instance, the Twitter moderation team has been infiltrated by this type of tranny and this person(s) uses their power to ban people from Twitter. We even know their names. This is the guy that got me banned from Twitter for life for telling the truth about trannies:

RL: There’s no such thing as transgender people. They’re all just mentally ill.

That’s what I said. For that crime, I now have a lifetime ban from Twitter thanks to some crazy autogynophile tranny piece of shit.

Malignant Narcissism Redux: The “Personality of the Dictator” and How to Be a God among Men

Ted Bundy was a malignant narcissist. Donald Trump literally has the same psychiatric diagnosis as Ted Bundy. Sit back and let that sink in a moment.

I noted that the malignant narcissist is “the personality of the dictator,” as I call it. Is Mr. Trump not an incipient dictator, cut loose at the last moment by his long-suffering subjects? Most malignant narcissists are not dictators, of course. There aren’t enough job openings for that position to go around. But are they nevertheless, shall we say, dictators among men? Perhaps.

In the World of Women, Ted Bundy stood tall. He strode like a king. One could even say that he reigned supreme. If God is the dictator of the cosmos, Ted was an earthly counterpart. Ted held the power of life and death over countless women. That’s what God does. He holds the power of life and death over humans.

Was that why he did it? Who knows? After decades of studying psychopaths, I’m about ready to throw in the towel. It’s one of those crazy things where after studying  something for many years, it seems like you know less than when you began. When you started out, your mind was full of certainties. Now that you have plumbed to the depth of the subject, they’ve all dissolved into unanswerable questions that only beget more and more questions in a maze with no beginning, no end, and no escape.

I think the only way to understand someone like that is to be one, and even if you were one, you might not be able to explain why you act that way. For while these people are not crazy at all and are in fact some of the sanest people on Earth, at the same time, they are profoundly sick, and in some ways, while being formally sane, I now believe that these are some of the most disturbed people around. Disturbed? Yes. Sick? Yes. Bad, evil? Yes. Crazy? ‘Fraid not. Sane? Sadly yes, and this is precisely why they are so dangerous. If they were nuts, we could more easily spot and protect ourselves form them.

Most people can’t wrap their minds around that conundrum at all. How can you be sick, disturbed, bad, and evil and yet completely sane and not the slightest bit nuts? Think about it. See if you can get it. I only figured it out in the last 10 years or so. I’ll give you a gold star if you can see it.

Ever felt like killing someone? Of course, being human and especially male, I’ve had these feelings.

Once I discussed them with a therapist. I told him about how sometimes I couldn’t get rid of them, so I would just sit there and be with them and try to get as comfortable as I could, knowing I wouldn’t do it.

“I am going to kill you,” I would think.

“And how does that feel?” he asked.

“Wow!” I said. “It’s the most powerful feeling you can possibly imagine! You sit there looking at someone and thinking, ‘I am going to kill you right now’ (though you know you won’t do it), and you get calm and relaxed with it, and you are literally one hundred feet tall! You feel like God! Like God himself!”

“That’s right,” he said. “Only God can give and take a life. When you assign yourself that power, you are as big as God. That’s one reason people do that, kill people. To feel as big as God. It’s the ultimate power rush.”

I don’t recommend feeling that way but it’s not a bad way to feel if you really, really hate someone.

Alt Left: The Worst Person on Earth

Elon Musk. No ifs, ands, or butts about it. Actually, Donald Trump, another billionaire – natch – is so much worse, but for the purposes of creative flair, let’s keep the title the same. Besides, he deserves the reverse accolades.

Ok, he’s the second worst person on Earth.

Donald Trump is the worst person on Earth. He is also a narcissistic psychopath, or a malignant narcissist. This personality, the early researchers of which designated it “the closest thing on Earth to ‘pure evil’ to me is “the personality of the dictator.” I believe many dictators, especially the murderous ones, were malignant narcissists. His own father was a psychopath and possibly a malignant narcissist himself. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Got it. Now who’s the third worst person on Earth? Could it be anyone but the Libertarian (obviously – what else could he be) Jeff Bezos?

Bezos, a billionaire, is the richest man on Earth. He is also the third worst man on Earth. His income has doubled in the last year while the economy crashed and burned and the real humans writhed in the burning rubble, mouthing silent screams that no one heard.

Donald Trump, a billionaire,

Elon Musk, a billionaire, is the third richest man on Earth. he is the second worst person on Earth. His income also doubled in the last year in the midst of the worst economic crash since the Great Depression. He is mentally ill. He has Bipolar Disorder. Most of the time he is in the manic or hypomanic phase of the disorder. This is also part of why he is such a huge asshole, as manics are commonly some of the biggest assholes around.

Sometimes I call mania “Asshole Personality Disorder.” Musk also appears to have a serious narcissism problem and he may well have Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD). Of course, mania and narcissism go together. One paper reckoned that everyone in the manic phase of the disorder met criteria for NPD.

Bernard Arnault is the second richest man on Earth. He is a billionaire. I know nothing about him, except that he probably adds very little value to the human race.

Mark Zuckerberg is a billionaire. He is easily the fourth richest man on Earth. Like Musk and Bezos, he is also extremely dangerous. In fact, Musk, Bezos, Trump, and Zuckerberg are probably the four most dangerous men on Earth at the moment. Zuckerberg is the fourth worst person on Earth, though it’s a close call between him and Bezos.

Bill Gates is the fifth richest man on Earth. He’s retired from business, so that means he can’t do any (or much) more damage. Notice when these guys quit the job of making money, they often turn into dramatically better human beings. While he was making money of course, Gates was a complete monster, with a moral compass as cockeyed as Ted Bundy’s.

In fact, I would call Bill Gates the Ted Bundy of the IT industry. He lied to, cheated, stole from and backstabbed everyone who ever had the misfortune of partnering with him (ring a bell with Mr. Trump?).

I doubt if Gates was a psychopath or a malignant narcissist as he seems cured now, and those disorders are incurable if anything is. But he sure acted the part. There is such a thing as “Antisocial Behavior” absent psychopathy. Many criminals fall into this category. Mafioso and their soldiers come to mind. They act terrible but they aren’t really terrible people deep down inside. It’s not that they are bad. It’s more that they act bad. Notice the difference.

Now that he has quit making money and hence has no need to foment evil anymore, Gates has, with the major assistance of his heartfelt wife, turned into a much better person. Has he yet dumped all of his antisocial BS? I’m not sure. But he’s a much better man than he used to be and in some ways, he is indeed a good person, maybe even a very good person.

Notice all it takes to turn a stone evil man into a near-saint? Just stop trying to make money. That’s all it takes. Making money turns you evil, by necessity probably. When you stop making money, the need for the evil behavior evaporates and one is free to act a lot better, assuming you have it in you in the first place. And Gates does.

While we are on the subject of monsters and billionaires, let us discuss…drum roll…Steve Jobs! A true monster among men, testified by everyone who ever worked with him, seconded by his very own long-suffering family. Jobs absolutely had Narcissistic Personality Disorder. One wonders if he was a malignant narcissist too.

Sorry Folks

Got all wrapped up in the election. Was legitimately so wrapped up in the election that I just couldn’t get it up enough to hop on over here to entertain y’all.

Then after the election, I got depressed for a while. I usually go down pretty hard as soon as the weather and time changes. Seasonal Affective Disorder it’s called. I was down hard for a week or two but now it seems to have lifted. But then we have hard warmer and sunnier weather.

When I was down, I felt pretty funny. I knew I was depressed and I kept telling myself I needed to snap out of it, but my depressed mind kept saying, “Why in the Hell do you want to be happy? Fuck happiness! Happiness is a drag. It’s stupid. Why not just be depressed. This is so much better. Besides, how could you not be depressed anyway.

Last year was the first year for a long time that I did not go down in the winter, but I was on an antidepressant the whole winter, often on a pretty high dose too. Lexapro 20-40 mg (often 30-40 mg.) if you are interested. I also take Wellbutrin  300 mg. every day, but I’m not sure exactly what it does. I do like to keep taking it though.

The Lexapro definitely has side effects I don’t like, but the Wellbutrin doesn’t seem to have any at all. I suppose it can raise your blood pressure, but I take blood pressure pills every day, so I should be all right. I can go up to 450 mg. but it’s a bit of a risk of seizures but not much – it goes up from .1 to .5.  Big deal. Wellbutrin is a very nice speedy non-sedating antidepressant that doesn’t kill your sex drive at all! In fact, it may even increase it. Side effects are pretty much zero for me. If anyone has issues in this area, I can’t recommend this drug highly enough.

Lexapro is nice too, especially at the higher doses of 30-40 mg. It’s sedating and it can kill your dick or orgasm in a variety of ways, depending on your age. But Lexapro is the least dick-killing of the SSRI’s. Not that I worry terribly about killing my dick nowadays. For all I know it’s probably barely alive as it is. Hell, killing it might even be a good thing. Put it out of its damned misery.

Forget about the Long QT or Torsades du points risk for Lexapro. I don’t know much about Torsades du points, but I know a bit about Long QT. It’s pretty much negligible risk unless you already have Long QT for a genetic reason or you are taking a drug that lengthens the QT interval.

Now if you are going to take a handful of them and try to overdose, it’s another matter, but those cases typically survived, and many did not even suffer Long QT.

Not that I recommend trying to kill yourself with a handful of pills. Basically attempting suicide with the new SSRI antidepressants is just stupid. It doesn’t seem to work very well, and all it does is put you in the hospital.

My father tried to kill himself with a handful of Benzodiazepines. He almost succeeded. He took about 40 of them. He almost died but he managed to survive. That’s another lousy drug to OD on.

A former girlfriend took a handful of Xanax benzos and had the cops come bust down her door. She just passed out. Didn’t even come close to dying.

Another girlfriend took a handful of assorted pills but just went to sleep a long time. I made fun of her, “Damn, you’re a loser! You’re such a failure you can’t even kill yourself!” She was Jewish so that was good for a belly-laugh. Self-deprecating humor and all that, Borscht Belt in upstate New York, right? Woody Allen was good at that, but I always liked Lenny Bruce better.

I had another girlfriend who took a handful of tricyclic antidepressants, and you’re damn right those will kill you. She was in a coma for three days.

In the last few years I dated a few young women. Three were suicidal, aged 18, 19, and 27. I’m starting to wonder how many young women nowadays are not suicidal. Are there any?

I am also starting to think  that Suicidality, that is, the urge towards self-annihilation, is an essential part of the Feminine Character. If you think  that’s bad, the correlate in  the Masculine  Character is a homicidal drive to annihilate the other. Neither is optimal but I think I’d rather live next door to the suicidal chick than the homicidal dude, all things considered.

Insight, Defenses, and the Ego-Syntonic/Ego-Dystonic and Crazy/Sick Binaries in Axis 1 and 2 Disorders

For the first time in my life a week ago, I experienced the thing that a lot of depressives experience. They actually want to be depressed. They like to be depressed. The depressed mind tells them that depression is simply normality. They don’t want to get better because they’re already normal. Some deeply depressed people don’t even realize they are depressed.

They’re on the verge of suicide, cutting themselves, with a mood blacker than a redfish in a steaming New Orleans kitchen, snapping at everyone, paranoid that all the happy people are secretly making fun of them, but they’re completely normal. They stand up and scream at psychiatrist after psychiatrist who tells them that they are deeply depressed. They are not, dammit! They’re perfectly normal! And they storm out of the office until the next time with the new doctor.

Finally someone slips them a handful of pills, and they start popping them. The permanent night goes away and the sun comes out for once. As the dawn begins to clear into the sharp light of day, the reality hammer hits them hard, and they realize just how sick they were.

The problem with these disorders is the part of the body that is sick is the brain. A working brain is necessary to figure out if you’re ok or not, and when you’re brain isn’t working, you’re incapable of recognizing that you are ill.

One former employee told me that once, this person asked Musk if he ever worried about losing his mind.

Musk replied: “Does a crazy person ever look in the mirror and know that he’s crazy?”

There you have it. Straight from the mouth of the Devil Himself. And of course Musk is nuts. He’s Bipolar. Almost all of his crazy behavior is happening when he is manic or hypomanic or whatever. I can look right through that article about him and see the mania raging through his life, unacknowledged, and of course consequently unhindered. There is a connection between mania (hypomania) and creativity, and Musk is nothing if not creative. One wonders if he treated his illness if then his creativity might decline in tandem with his (hypo)mania. Many people with Bipolar Disorder report just that.

Mania has the curious characteristic of not only making you nuts, but blinding you to that fact. As we just saw, depression can do that too. And I’ve finally figured out firsthand what I have been observing for years now – that depressed people actually like to be depressed and literally do not want to get better. The depression makes them incapable of wanting to get better.

Of course in psychosis no one thinks they are ill. That’s why they call it psychosis.

Axis 2 disorders also blind the person to the fact that they are ill but they do so in a different way because in personality disorders, the brain is usually fine, it’s more that the person’s true character is ill. People with personality disorders aren’t even crazy or mentally ill in a sense. Instead, they are sick. Sick at their very soul, at the very essence. Soul-sick.

Think of a psychopath. Is he crazy? Give it up. Of course he’s not nuts. Crazy as a fox, sure. But anyone who has spent any time around these people realizes that somehow there is something terribly wrong with them. It’s almost as if they are not quite human. They are more like animals, or better yet, machines. While they are surely disturbed, it’s clear that they aren’t the slightest bit crazy. The psychopath is one of the sanest people you’ll meet. So what is he if he’s not nuts? He’s sick. What is sick? His soul is sick. We are almost outside of crazy/sane here into the other binary of good/evil.

People with personality disorders never think anything is wrong with them because it is the core self, the true you, the real personality, that is sick. No one wants to think they’ve got a crappy personality. Deep down inside, everyone is just fine. Or at least that’s all they know. How can you be anything other than yourself? You can’t. So how can being you be wrong? It can’t. You don’t know how to be anything other than you so your true core self can never be sick, and you couldn’t figure out how to not be yourself anyway even if it was.

Personality disorders, along with paraphilias, are typically ego-syntonic, and the characteristic of ego-syntonic disorders is that people don’t think anything is wrong.

On the other hand, the anxiety disorders do not seem to be ego-syntonic in general. They’re quite ego-dystonic. It’s like you’ve got a monkey on your back. The person with the anxiety disorder says, “Get these thoughts/feelings out of my head/body! Make them go away! I hate them!” These disorders are quite painful but their ego-dystonic nature makes people want to seek help.

The anxiety disorders have always been a stick in the mud for Freudian pleasure principle theory because they make the person so miserable. But that only works if you see them as defenses, and I don’t think anxiety disorders are defenses.

Want to talk defenses? Personality disorders, right this way, in Display Number 2 over here. A wild bundle of defenses crafted into the the most Rube Goldbergian fortress you’ve ever seen with trap doors, stairways to nowhere, fake walls, hidden rooms, booby traps, decoys, the whole nine yards. The fortress is so huge and fortified that it’s not even working to protect the person anymore.

This is a person that has constructed a fortress so huge and complex to protect themselves that, while it’s protecting them for sure, it’s also causing more problems than it solving. A case of the cure is worse than the disease. Sort of like a country that spends itself bankrupt on defense and doesn’t have enough left over for food.

In fact, the person themselves tends to disappear in Personality Disorders, and all you see is this wild swirl of defenses. Now and then you can glimpse the real person when they surface a bit for some air before plunging back down to the Axis 2 depths, but it’s usually pretty well hidden.

It’s often quite shocking to glimpse the real person because you’ve been looking at the personality disorder so long that you’ve come to think that the disorder is the actual person. On the other hand, it’s a good question. Is the personality disorder the person themselves? Is there a true self down there somewhere amidst the whirlpool of defenses? I’m not sure.

Of course anxiety disorders are not defenses. They thought psychoses were defenses too. People were “activating psychotic defenses.” Well, for a defense, I must say that a psychosis has to be one of the lousiest ways to protect yourself that I can think of. Of course psychoses are not defenses. Nor are mood disorders. The manic is not engaging in “flight into reality.” How on Earth depression defends against anything on Earth is beyond me.

The Axis 1 Disorders – the mood, anxiety, and psychotic disorders – are simply illnesses like the illnesses you get in the other parts of your body. Only these illnesses affect your brain. When you get physically ill, is that some sort of defense? No doubt in that case cancer must be the biggest defense of them all.

Alt Left: Why Identity Politics Is Alive, Has an Individual Ego, Does Not Wish to Die, and Is Essentially Fascistic at Its Core

Polar Bear: The Social Left is more loony and emotional than ever. “Whites need to be silent but we also need to end White silence.”

Sure, I work in mental health, and I assure you that the Social Left is essentially mental disorder spread out over an entire movement. People don’t understand. They think only individuals get mentally ill. It’s not so.

Entire groups of people get mentally ill at once. We call it a shared disorder. Entire ethnic groups or societies can become mentally ill, and the disorder looks exactly like it does in an individual. In that sense, groups themselves actually have egos, psyches, etc.

What is an individual? An ego. What is a group of individuals? A mass of egos all together. As an individual can become egotistical, paranoid, projecting, etc., so can a group. In that case the amassing of individual egos creates something like a “group ego.”

So we can see entire ethnic groups and nation states as having “individual” egos, defense mechanisms, projections, psyches, and mental disorders. Every part of an individual’s psyche can probably become part of the group psyche. In this sense, entire ethnic groups and even nations are like “people” or can be constructed as a person, the way turn of the century cartoons had avatars that represented entire countries, for instance, France represented as Beatrice.

And this is why nationalism  is so dangerous. All Identity Politics is just nationalism and suffers from all of the problems(and I would argue mentally disordered thinking) that goes along with nationalism. For Identity Politics is just the “nationalism” of whoever your identity nation is.

Normal nationalists may be Syrians, Turks, Russians, Chinese, or whatever, but in IdPol, people are members of the Female Nation, the Gay Nation, the Black Nation, the Jewish nation (although this blurs with actual nationalism), the Woke Nation, and even, yes, the White Nation because White nationalism is just as insipid and mentally disordered as any other IdPol, except it’s probably worse because the hatred is so severe, on the surface, and often acted out with violence.

Politics can become nations. Communists are often members of the “Communist nation,” being all Communists. Antifa adherents are members of the Antifa Nation, to the extent such a thing can exist at all with anarchists. Even politics now, ordinary Left and Right, seems like forms of nationalism. Democrats are members of the Liberal Nation or Democratic Nation. Republicans are members of the Conservative Nation or Republican Nation.

What is interesting is that all of these IdPol groups will behave precisely like the nationalisms of ethnic groups or nation-states. Look at how nationalists act, especially ultranationalists, which is another word for fascists. Look at the similarities with IdPol.

This is how IdPol in its extremes seems fascistic.

Feminazis anyone? But feminazis often call themselves socialists. Ever heard of Gay Nazis? Black and Hispanic nationalists can seem fascistic, though they often call themselves Communists. Look at Farrakhan (a “Black Nazi”) and the Azteca Movement (“Hispanic Nazis”). Both look surprisingly fascistic, all the way down to the typical antisemitism of so many fascist movements.

In this way, a lot of “Communists” in the imperial core are actually fascists. Any “Communist” who supports separatisms such as female or lesbian separatism, Black separatism with a Black state in the South, or Hispanic separatism with an Aztlan state in the West is really just a fascist. If you were a real Communist, you wouldn’t be shutting the door to other workers just because they’re White or men or whatever.

Communism and Left Populism tends to be inclusive and led by the oppressed or underdogs.

Fascism and Right Populism tends to be exclusive and led by privileged or ruling groups who bizarrely say they are being discriminated against by their own minorities! Mostly they are afraid of losing their power due to some economic, political or demographic threat.

Hence, “Communism” in the imperial core, with its support for the various mental disorders known as Black, Hispanic, female, and lesbian separatism, has always been more fascist than Communist. This is probably one reason why it has failed so badly. It demonizes far too many proletarians for having the wrong skin color or genitals.

White nationalists of course have always been true fascists and often more or less Nazis in one way or another.

Although they really aren’t, conservatives call Antifa fascists. They’re more Communists but you can see above how these fascist movements often cloak themselves in the colors of socialism and Communism because they see themselves as oppressed.

Antifa is exclusive as it deliberately excludes and discriminates against Whites in some places like the Autonomous Zone in Seattle, and their “fascism of the oppressed; i.e. Western Leftism” is really not a whole lot different from the true fascism of a ruling group threatened with the loss of its power either politically, economically, or demographically. For an example, see American White nationalists. They’re coming from completely different places, and they typically want to murder each other, but really they’re more alike than different.

Zionazis? Ever heard of people calling Israelis fascists? Israel is indeed a fascist country, especially now under Netanyahu, a classic fascist on the model of the fascism of the 1920’s, which is he reduplicating via his heir Jabotinsky. See The Iron Wall by Jabotinsky, 1921. Not only does Jabotinsky express admiration for existing fascists, he lays the blueprint for a Jewish fascist state. And the project in the book looks like a printout of the Likud Party’s positions.

The group is alive. All groups are alive. As individuals don’t want to die, groups often don’t want to die either. That’s why movements like feminism and gay rights won’t just disband and take off already even though they’ve gotten most of what they want.

“Feminism” is like an individual person; the movement itself is “alive” like a person is alive. In addition, many mentally disordered people (this is especially prominent in feminism where almost all of the women are disordered) gain a sense of identity or even have their entire identity tied up in the movement.

Furthermore, the movement, while being an extension of their own disorder, also needs to stick around in order to keep the disorder going. Typically the disorders in movements like these are characterological, and at any rate, they are very ego-syntonic. No woman is wailing about how some part of her is forcing her to become a feminist against her wishes. That would be a neurosis or ego-dystonic anxiety disorder.

Without the movement, these people tend to flounder. They are quite characterologically disordered, so this gets in the way of a lot of real relationships in actual Meatspace, itself being different from the “space” inhabited by the movement. They get quite lost and typically start looking around for another movement to attach themselves to gain a sense of purpose in what is now a purposeless life.

They  often grab the nearest movement that comes along, even one in complete contradiction to their previous one, to attach to like a remora onto a shark. This is why you see people flipping from fascist to communist and vice versa (the turn from Far Left in university to Far Right at 40 is typical of many upper class Latin Americans). You see feminists becoming radical anti-feminists. You see far Leftists like David Horowitz and many other neocons doing complete flips and becoming raving reactionaries, albeit with a Wilsonian window dressing to cover their “humanitarian massacres.”

Two Questions for Mr. Trump

Part of how I make my money is counseling. Therefore, I would like to take a look at Mr. Trump.

Therapy with Donald Trump

The problem with someone like Donald Trump is that the way I see it, this man is almost a walking psychiatric emergency. I’m not saying he belongs in an emergency room. I’m saying that people like this are so far gone (in a sense) that they badly need treatment pretty much immediately for their own sake and also for that of others. Because people with Trump’s psychological makeup are simply dangerous.

Trump is a malignant narcissist. Malignant narcissists are dangerous by their very nature.

But there is another reason Trump is a psychiatric emergency. Someone like that is so far gone that it makes us sit up straight in our chairs when we see someone like this. It’s as if a physician had a terminal cancer patient walk into the room. Someone like Trump is so far gone off into a very bad psychological space that he needs to be treated immediately just as the cancer patient does. And he needs a lot of treatment. Sort of the psychiatric equivalent of radiation or chemotherapy. This is a personality that simply cries out for intervention because it is so disturbed.

Now, with someone like this, I would not mess around at all. There’s no time to lose with someone like this, and one could conceivably go round and round for a long time without getting anywhere. Just as you throw the cancer patient on chemo almost immediately, Trump needs “immediate psychiatric chemotherapy.”

I would cut right to the basics within maybe five minutes. There are two questions and two questions only that I would ask Mr. Trump as my way of getting down to business. These two questions cut right to the heart of the essence of what is wrong with him at his deepest core.

First question: “Who hurt you?” Somebody hurt Trump. Someone hurt him very,very badly, possibly at a very young age. I am not sure at what age he got hurt. I’m suspecting his mother, but his father was a classic psychopath and that may be part of it too. I’ve heard that the mother was a real piece of work.

As a consequence, Donald Trump stopped maturing possibly at age six. In other words, Trump has been six years old for his entire life. He likes being six because it makes him feel good. Ever met a 6- year-old? A more selfish and self-centered human does not exist. A 6-year old boy is a “little prince.” Everything is all about them.

All of most all of Trump’s pathology is simply a defense structure or character disorder. Personality disorders are nothing but gigantic bundles of defensive structures. They were erected, often in childhood, to protect the person for some sort of pain in life. We all have defenses and we all need to protect ourselves. Although we think of a defensive person as a bad thing, another way of looking at someone like that is that they are “well-defended.”

Your defensive structure is like a castle or fortification that you have constructed to protect yourself from the pain, failures, insecurities, wounds, etc. of life, of the things that make you depressed, anxious, lacking in confidence, or “wounded,” as it were. A person without adequate defenses walks around a good part of the time looking like a soldier in wartime who has just been wounded. His psychological pains and scars are visible for all to see, right there on the surface. It’s not attractive.

A person with a personality disorder has been so badly hurt somehow that they constructed a particularly elaborate fortress, almost a Rube Goldberg device with fake entrances, fake walls, hidden rooms, trap doors, stairways to nowhere, fake turrets, guns that pop out and vanish, fake soldiers as decoys manning the ramparts, almost like one of those Escher paintings where the structures and creatures seem at first to be going somewhere but really are not when you study it in more depth.

I’ve known people with defensive structures that I almost had to sit back and marvel at. If defensive structures could be wonders of the world, theirs would qualify. You almost had to take a step back and catch your breath when you saw them. The fortifications were so convoluted and elaborate that it seemed it would take a long time just to start to figure them out.

Without adequate defenses, you will be going through life getting hurt and knocked down all the time. After a while, you may pile up a lot of wounds and injuries to the point where it seems like there is something wrong with you. That’s because you didn’t protect yourself enough. Bottom line is defenses are there to keep us from feeling bad.

Most defenses are basically nothing but lies, but that’s fine. If we need to tell ourselves lots of lies to get through life without being badly injured along the way, so be it.

I’ve never been a fan of “face reality” crowd. My position is that for an awful lot of people, the worst thing they could possibly do is face reality. Reality for them is simply awful. Why face that? Why not construct a completely fake reality that’s not so awful and just go live in your fictional reality all the time? What difference does it make whether you live in “actually existing” reality or in some “fake, made-up or fictional” reality? Believe in whatever reality you need to to get through the day.

Anyway, there is some deep primal wound at the very heart of Trump’s psyche as there is with all such persons. And figuring out who it was who hurt him so terribly is an important road that we need to get started down right away to work with him.

Second question: Who do you love? This is very important. Does Trump love anyone? Has he ever? Obviously he loves himself. But how about anyone else? We need to get at this to see if there is anyone at all that he cares about more than himself. Trump’s main problem is that he loves himself far too much and others not enough or at all.

I’ve thought about this a lot, and it’s as if people only have so much love to go around. Perhaps if you love yourself far too much, you have “used up all your love supply” and there’s nothing left over to give to anyone else. That’s just a theory and it’s based on the theory that love does not grow on trees and that everyone has a limited amount of love inside themselves to give out. The theme of the narcissist is, “I’m great and you suck (you’re an inferior).”

Why shouldn’t people who have tremendous love for themselves also be able to love others? If someone merely loves himself but also loves others, we say he has high self-esteem. I suppose the theme of someone with high self-esteem could be, “I’m great, but you’re great too!” or something along those lines.

Often these people tone down their self-love a lot because most people don’t want to deal with a bragging, arrogant ass. And they are often able to put themselves down, make fun of themselves, or even insult themselves. They can admit they were wrong. They can feels sorry and say so. Somehow being able to admit to doing wrong, apologizing, and being self-critical are important to mental health.

I’m not sure exactly why that is. Perhaps commenters can help out there. When one does this, one is able to acknowledge and more importantly accept the whole self, warts and all. This is very hard to do. Perhaps accepting the whole self leads to a sense of calmness. It definitely leads to a sense of humility, which is attractive to other people. Perhaps it leads to greater love for others when one finally realizes that they are not so special after all and they are just another blade of grass in the football field of humanity.

The more we accept and embrace about ourselves, the fewer crazy defensive fortresses of defense we have to build up to shield us from the parts of ourselves that we do not accept. And when one accepts their own flaws, he can now accept those of others. Life is no longer a zero-sum game. It’s more of a shared sacrifice.

Somehow in the narcissist, something has gone terribly wrong. Their own self-esteem has been massively blown out of proportion, and in the process, they can’t have much love or care left over for anyone else. If the psychopath is the only person on Earth, the narcissist is the greatest person on Earth, and nobody else matters much. Or perhaps they are all contemptible inferiors.

Why the massive expansion of one’s own self-esteem occurs in tandem with such an arrogant devaluation of others is something that I still do not understand. Why is it necessary to devalue everyone else? Can’t you love yourself and love everyone else too? One problem I can see is that the narcissist is superior. Well, if you’re superior, obviously most other people are inferior, right?

Footraces have winners, losers, and everything in between. This person sees life as a footrace. Everyone can’t win. All men can’t be the top 20% Alphas. Everyone can’t be an above average driver. Everyone can’t be a millionaire, or otherwise a million bucks and $2.75 will get you a Slurpee at a 7-11 and not much else. Some are rich because others are poor. Some have won because others have lost.

Narcissists are also very mean. Narcissism is a lot more than simply massive self-love. The nice narcissist does not exist. If someone has a huge ego but is also nice, then we have to rule out narcissism. Inflated self-esteem is mostly a problem due to the nastiness, ugliness, meanness, and hatred that go along with it.

The main problem with narcissism is that they are not very nice people, to put it mildly. They are huge assholes. Narcissistic abuse is a thing. Now why this is I am also not very sure. Why must the narcissist be such a massive asshole? Bottom line is I understand most of the things that narcissists do but not why they do them. This part is a mystery to me.

Alt Left: Comparing Psychopathy Levels in Blacks and Whites

Comparing Psychopathy Levels in Blacks and Whites

Let’s compare White women to Black women, not for any particular reason except that we could have picked men or women and arbitrarily I chose women.

Now first of all, White women act dramatically better than White men and Black women act remarkably better than Black men. But that’s partly because psychopathy manifests in different ways among the sexes. In women, psychopathy manifests as Mata Hari, the femme fatale, a scheming, thieving whore. She’ll drain your pocketbook the moment you turn your back on her, but she won’t physically hurt you.

Now in men it’s so much worse. First of all, although theft is the one crime that women specialize in  more than any other (leaving prostitution aside), even in thievery, men commit more theft offenses than women. But the levels are only 2-1 and for many other offenses, it’s 9-1 or 19-1.

Not only do psychopathic man thieve even more than psychopathic women, but they commit all other crimes, particularly violent crimes, at a very high level. A psychopathic women will leave you broke and wondering what hit you. A psychopathic man will leave you injured and dazed and w0ndering what hit you, worse, in a hospital or with permanent injuries, and worse than that, in a grave.

I’d rather dealing with thieving whores than be dead, I don’t know about you guys.

Psychopathy Levels between White and Black Women

If an average White woman is a 5 on the PCL (Psychopathy Check List) scale (20 being the threshhold for psychopathy), I’d say the average ghetto Black female is a 10-15, or 2-3X as psychopathic as a White woman. Now these women are not psychopaths at all. They’re within the norms, so they’re non-psychopaths. However, psychopathy, like so many measurements, is a continuum ranging from 0-40. I believe Ted Bundy scored a perfect 40 on the PCL.

In other words, we’re all a bit psychopathic. And that’s fine. Some of us are probably not psychopathic enough, I imagine. I’m probably too low in psychopathy and I assume that’s why people keep trying to walk over me like a rug my whole life. At some excessive point, pacifism is a flaw.

Maybe it keeps us alive. But like so many things, a little bit may be harmless or even good but too much is a disaster.

Now the rest of the Blacks, let’s say half if ghetto Blacks are 50%, who I would call middle class Blacks, probably have fairly normal psychopathy levels probably around those of White women.

Perhaps overall they are mildly elevated, a 7 or an 8 to make the scales even out, as Black women are twice as psychopathic as White women, and the ghetto types are ~13, so the middle class ones have to be ~7 to get to 10. All of these figures are made up, mere placeholders so to speak, but the differentials are the same.

I would like to point out that I do not have a lot of evidence that middle class Blacks have even a slightly elevated psychopathy level, as they seem to act about like White people as far as I can tell. The middle class Blacks aren’t the problem! They might as well be White people! The problem is the ghetto Blacks, and boy are they a problem.

People often talk about how outraged many Whites are by the behavior of far too many Black people. From what I can tell a lot of this outrage probably stems from elevated psychopathy levels, particularly among ghetto Blacks. Even if most are not psychopaths, elevated levels within the norm as readily apparent in life. We think a lot of these people’s behavior is low-down and immoral at core. That’s the main complaint. The rest is just side dressing.

These folks do things on a quotidian basis that would quickly get you shouted down, then threatened, then punched, then evicted from most White communities. And here are ghetto Blacks, acting the exact same way that makes you persona non grata in our towns, traipsing along as if nothing is the matter, without a care in the world, and nary a trace of guilt. And yeah, the feeling that arouses in me, a White man, is simply outrage, for lack of a better word.

It’s so audacious, that someone would even think of acting that way. At the very least, if one acted so terribly, they should feel bad about it. I’ll give one at least a bit of respect just for having that hint of circumspection and moral reflection. But to act that way and not feel even 1% bad is something I cannot even comprehend.

A Lot of Manics Display Manipulative, Irritable, Aggressive, Menacing, and Even Violent Cluster B Behavior

Claudius: Are you sure he’s just bipolar? He seems very Cluster B, by the way you describe him.

When he’s manic he acts Cluster B. He acts like a psychopath. And all manics meet criteria for Narcissistic Personality Disorder when they are manic. A lot of people look “Cluster B” when they are manic.

People don’t understand mania. They think they are so happy they are up in the clouds. You probably won’t notice it unless you’ve seen a lot of it because the mania isn’t obvious. In this person’s case, it just seems like they’re turned into a psychotic version of Charles Manson. People don’t associate that behavior with mania. But I’ve seen this so many times that I can spot it blindfolded half a mile away.

Yes, many are happy manics, especially hypomanics, but when they go into full blown mania, they are seriously nuts and often psychotic or close to psychotic. It’s an episode of full blown insanity/insane behavior.

This is especially true with the men. A psychiatrist told my Mom that for every happy male manic she sees, she sees nine angry, paranoid, violent, criminal, sociopathic, homicidal manics. Most people don’t understand that. People have seen him manic many times, and no one thinks he’s manic. They just say he’s “on drugs,” “on speed,” “a huge asshole,” “a monster,” “a criminal,” etc.

The official name for these manics is Irritable Mania. Manics can be unbelievably irritable when they are manic, often shading over into aggression, menacing behavior, and even violence. The irritability is often the primary feature for a lot of male manics. I never really thought about this, but when I finally plugged the idea of irritability into this person’s behavior, it all started making sense. You have to expand your mind to where the irritability is so extreme that they can seem aggressive, menacing, and even violent. But yeah, at the core it’s  the wildest, most dangerous irritability you’ve even seen.

Many manics commit crimes during episodes. I think last I read was that 25% of them get arrested during manic episodes, and 17% of them get arrested for violent crimes. I don’t know that rate of homicide is for manics as for the average person, it’s quite low, but manics do have an elevated rate of homicide, I believe 2-3X above normal. Bipolar people also have a very high suicide rate. The rate is ~15%. That’s very, very high.

Oh, I forgot. He also steals when he’s like this. Don’t ever turn your back on him, or he’ll rip you off. He also fights dirty, spreads nasty lies about to wreck your reputation, aims right for your worst Achilles heels during arguments, and is basically very devious and manipulative, which of course is the essence of Cluster B’s. Cluster B’s if they are anything are manipulative as all get out.

But even when he is in his irritable major mania, he has periods when he’s happy, partying, and living it up, singing loudly and drinking, etc.That’s part of the clue that he’s manic. Also he hardly sleeps at all. That’s a primary feature. Sleeps ~3-4 hours a night, if that. And tends to sleep in the day and stay up all night. Has increased energy too.

And he always gets a girlfriend when he’s manic. He’s basically dead shy and he doesn’t usually have a girlfriend when he’s not manic, but as soon as he goes manic, even though he’s a diabolical, monstrous asshole from Hell, he usually gets a girlfriend real quick. This is why I laugh when people say the incels can’t get laid because they have shitty personalities, are antisocial, are angry, mean, and evil, etc. Like women don’t love the Hell out of men like that.

People Commonly Love Their Opposite Sex Parent but Hate Their Same Sex Parent

Mothers love their sons no matter what. Every prison inmate has Mom tattooed on his shoulder, and you better not say shit about her or else. And when they get out, they get $200 and a bus ticket. Guess where they go, even the worst inmates of all? Yep, right back to Mom’s house.

But not if Dad’s there, because all prison inmates, no matter their love for their mothers, still want to murder their fathers. A recent survey found that 37% of all adult men said they hated their fathers. I’m surprised it’s that low.

Fathers and sons often don’t get along. Mothers and daughters often fight a lot.

But men are supposed to love their mothers and vice versa. Stupid women, especially in this Clown Land, think every man who is close to his mother is a Momma’s boy. That’s bullshit. Sure there are some men who are too tied to their mothers and this is not a good thing. If you are like this you need to cut the apron strings and quit being such a huge pussy.

Similarly, fathers and daughters are supposed to get along. Women who didn’t get along with their fathers as girls tend to grow up with “Daddy issues.” Some Daddy issues are fairly harmless such as a fetish for older men as substitute father figures to give her the love she never got from Daddy.

Others are out and out worse, where women with abusive fathers deliberately seek out abusive men who remind them of their fathers. This strikes me as particularly idiotic unless you are a masochist. And frankly, this is masochistic behavior. Every woman who is doing this is acting like a masochist. The reason given is “this is all she knows.” Well, fine, but it’s still a very self-destructive and stupid way to walk through life.

In parallel, man’s most important relationship is with his mother, not with his father. If a man doesn’t get along with his mother, he may have problems with women in adulthood unless he works this stuff out.

As you can see, the parent and child of the same sex commonly commonly fight each other, and if they have a bad relationship, it’s usually no big deal. Most men don’t get screwed up because of their fathers. Most women don’t get screwed up by their mothers. If you’re a man and you have Daddy issues, I must say that’s pretty damn pussy and you need to knock it off.

Very bad abusive fathers tend to leave a lot of bodies in their wake of both sons and daughters. A lot of the kids come out of it with something that looks like PTSD.

Very bad mothers have been known to damage girls and the damage can extend into adulthood. A common sequel of a seriously abusive mother is low self-esteem. Her mother told her all through childhood that she was no good, and in adulthood she remains damaged and hates herself and thinks she’s worthless.

Let’s go back to the prison we left behind.

A few inmates hate their mothers most of all, and those can be the worst inmates of all. These are your woman-beaters, and rapists, assaulters, torturers, and killers of women.

This is because the mind is primitive. Quite a few men who hate their mothers come to hate all women because every woman they get involved with turns into their mother. These serial killers running around killing woman are often simply killing Mom over and over.

You would think the human brain could figure out that all the other women in the world are not your Mom, and no matter how bad she was, every other women is usually not as bad as your Mom, and there are plenty of woman who on balance are quite warm, kind, friendly, loving, and even devoted. I’ve run into quite of few of them in my life, which is why I will never hate women no matter how bad they treat me from now forward. And they’re really treating me pretty bad these days.

Face It: People with Bipolar Disorder Are Monsters

The person I am living with is mentally ill. Fortunately, he’s being medicated now for the first time in his life. He has Bipolar Disorder. He finally takes meds but sometimes the meds don’t clear out the whole illness.

In his mid-50’s he finally admitted that he had this illness. He’d been in denial for a good 40 years, during which time he ruined his life and to be fair, the lives of everyone else in his family too, who bore the full brunt of his wrath during these diabolical episodes. He went untreated for 40 years, and every time you go full blown manic, you damage your brain somewhat.

He’s gone full manic maybe 10-15 times, each time completely destroying his life, which he then has to be up the pieces of and put back together when he comes out of it – 8-9 months later. So he has significant brain damage from this illness. How exactly that brain damage manifests is not known, but I can tell that one part of the brain damage is worsening illness.

His episodes keep getting worse. This time he went to jail for seven weeks for threatening to kill someone. But when he comes down he’s often still hypomanic. Hypomania is a lesser form of mania in which they are not seriously nuts. Instead they are just somewhat manic of half manic. Generally mild enough to where they can still function, work, go to school, etc.

His hypomania manifests as being a horrific asshole. His mother finally threw him out of the house he had been living in for 15 years because he turned into a monster and morphed her life into a hellscape. He’d been doing this diabolical behavior towards her for 15 years now off and on, but she would never throw him out because he would go homeless.

Well, this time she had enough. Going to jail threw him out of the house, and he was not invited back. Like never, ever. In fact, she has a restraining order against him. She will talk to him over the phone, but she refuses to meet him in person. Tell you what, if you are a man, and you made your own mother hate you, you are pretty bad.

Anyway, when he’s symptomatic, this guy is an irritable monster from the time he gets up in the morning until far into the evening. He only calms down late at night after he’s had a few drinks. There’s no way to get along with him. Everything you say to him starts some sort of a fight. He disagrees with everything you say.

The person who lives with me has no power over me. I hold all the cards. I threaten to play them now and again. I have threatened to throw him out easily 50-100 times.

He’s never wrong. He’s always right. He went 15 years without apologizing for anything or even admitting he was wrong about something, including intellectual discussions. He’s spent his whole life blaming other people. Lately he has been apologizing and even admitting he screwed up sometimes, which is shocking because he went 15-20 years without doing that once.

Anyway, I get angry at him in all sorts of ways, verbally and nonverbally.

Shun him, ignore him, treat him like he’s not there.

Refuse to answer his questions or respond to his remarks (silent treatment).

Visibly angry with him. Well, that is one that never works because if you get visibly angry at an irritable person, it just makes them angrier, so you just made a bad problem worse. Congratulations!

 

On Irritable People, Bullies and How They Are Exactly the Same

His attitude, like that of all irritable people, is that I am the problem, but I assure you that I am one of the easiest people to get along with you will ever meet. There’s hardly a less irritable person than me. Irritable people say it’s all about you and make you question yourself. They say you’re a bad person and that’s why they are in such a foul mood. Obviously they are projecting. They’re also seriously gaslighting. Gaslighting and projecting are in fact essential features of any irritable person.

I’ve thought about this my whole life, and with people who are generally irritable – it’s not about you, trust me. You’re not doing anything to set them off in most cases because most of the time they pick on soft, nice, innocent people because they think they won’t fight back. It doesn’t matter what you say or do when they are around. There’s no way to do and say things that won’t make them irritable. Just about everything you say and do will make them irritable.

All irritable people are bullies, face it. All humans are irritable now and then, but for the chronically irritable, they can all drop dead today, and I won’t bat an eyelash. In fact I will probably throw a party. These people have been beating me up my whole life, and I never did a damn thing to any of them. I’m sure there is a special place in Hell for them too. If not, I will talk to the Devil and make arrangements for some nasty lodging for these human monsters.

You can’t do anything about an irritable person. I had a girlfriend who was a monster half the day and then turned very nice for the later half of the day. It wasn’t anything I did. She just beat up on me. She was also insanely in love with me but flashed hot and cold, love and hate, like the worst of them. This crazy bitch just came to the website, believe it or not. Five or six years later, and the bitch still can’t leave me alone. In other words, she’s still stuck to me in some sort of a way.

For those first half of the days, which I endured two Hellish weeks of, I tried everything I could think of.

Silent treatment? No effect. In fact, it made her more mad.

Saying stupid stuff like Yep, Nope, or Ok to everything they said? Nope. Same thing, made her more mad.

Ignoring them? Nope. Once again, made her more mad.

Getting angry back at them (I did this a lot)? Nope. That made her much worse and then she would either shoot nuclear weapons at my Achilles Heels (I call that “trying to get murdered”) or play the cards she was holding me, as she had a lot of power over me as a visitor 3,000 miles from home.

She threatened to throw me out probably at least 50 times, if not more. After a while, I was absolutely terrified of her. She was totally clueless as to why, and once she said, “You’re not happy at all here…” No shit, bitch! Gee, I wonder why that is!

Also, every time she attacked me for no reason, which was 500-1,000 times a day, and I called her on it, she said she “fighting back.” But I hadn’t done the slightest thing to her. Irritable people will do this. They’re never the aggressor. You are. Every bullying act is a retaliation for something you did, except you didn’t do anything.

The bully’s always on the defense. He’s always fighting back against his poor, nice victim, who actually has never done a damn thing to the bully except fight back now and then. I was stunned at how someone could attack me for no reason 1,000 times a day for no reason at all and call all of these unprovoked attacks “fighting back,” when in most cases, I hadn’t done one thing. Of course she was clueless about her irritability. All irritable people are always clueless about their nature.

The nature of irritability and frankly anger itself is that it blinds itself to the user. Ever met an angry person who admitted that they were angry? It’s not that common. Actually if you confront an angry person and tell them how angry and hostile they are acting, that makes them really bad because for some reason they want to hide this anger from themselves, and you just blew the cover off the charade.

Ever known someone who hates you? First of all, it’s hard to figure out because they often don’t come out and say anything. Often you have to analyze their behavior over a period of time to see an “Aha!” pattern when you finally figure out the masked, encoded, and somewhat hidden behavior. I don’t recommend confronting any hater with the fact that they hate you. They never, ever, ever admit it, even when they know that they hate you.

I’m not sure why that is. Perhaps you are pointing out their assholery, and that is shameful to them. Also anger, hatred and of course defenses work best when they are somewhat subconscious, and when you bring deliberately hidden subconscious material to the surface, most people get angry because now their anger, hatred, or defenses don’t work so well anymore. You blew their cover. People don’t like that.

That’s the thing. With all irritable people, if you fight back against them, they just get more angry and will often try to punish you. If they have any power over you, they will threaten to wield it as all bullies do. So don’t let irritable people have power over you is the motto. Good luck with that! Right now it’s my landlord.

Why does the irritable person react with outrage and extreme aggression when the victim dares to fight back? What does a bully hate more than anything else? A victim who fights back. It’s a complete outrage and now they have to escalate to punish  you for daring to fight back instead of sitting there and taking it like a good victim.

I’m not sure why this is. First of all, irritable people are always bullies, 100% of the time. It’s simply a form of bullying, and that’s pretty shitty right there. When the victim fights back, now the bullying doesn’t work so well. The bully wants to have it where he is beating the crap out of you and you are sitting there taking, crying and suffering and begging him to stop. This delights the bully as it brings out the sadism in him. And bullying is always sadism. It can’t be anything else.

Now the victim’s fighting back. And the bullying is so longer such fun because you can’t be sadistic anymore. Instead you have to go to war. And that makes the bully very angry. Also you have upset the master-slave dynamic that is always behind all bullying. Dominance and submission, thy name is bullying. He’s always the slavemaster cracking the whip, and you are always the slave bending in the sun, taking the blows.

When you fight back, you have now destroyed the dominance-submission, master-slave dynamic that the sadistic bully loves so much.  You just overturned his apple cart. You blew up his whole game. He has a slave rebellion on his hands. Nothing makes a bully as angry as a slave rebellion. Also now he is going to have to fight, and he might get injured. It’s war now and war isn’t much fun. Most people would rather beat up people who don’t fight back than fight a war.  The former is so much more fun.

Anyway the slave rebellion is so outrageous that the bully has to reach into his bag of tricks to figure out how he has power over you and threaten you by applying this power, which will cause massive trouble for you.

If you don’t shut, he’s going to leave you. Throw you out of his house. Fire his ingrate ass. Reveal your dirtiest secrets to the people who will be most outraged by them. The bully is now shooting nuclear weapons at your worst Achilles Heels. As I said earlier, that’s called “trying to get murdered.” I never do this to any man. First of all it is a completey gay and pussy, dirty and girlish way to fight. A man fights man to man, mano a mano. A man is honorable, even in war. He fights honorable and respects the outcome of a fair fight.

Second of all, I don’t want to get killed! I never accuse any man of being gay. I never attack any man’s masculinity. I know full well that many men will hit you over this, and a number of them will even murder you. So for me to do  this, I would be trying to get murdered. So the bully, when faced with a slave rebellion, counterattacks with such force that he’s for all intents and purposes trying to get murdered.

Now I have no particular sympathy for fucktards, male or female, who try to get murdered and then get beat up or even killed. They were trying to get murdered and got what they wanted, right? What’s there to be sad about?

I’m also sometimes quite happy when bullies die. I regularly dance on their graves. Why is this a sad occasion? It’s time to throw a party. A worthless piece of shit person died and now the lousy world is a slightly better place. Hell more of them should die. The more of them that die, the more pleasant the planet will be.

Alt Left: Women Have Decided That Men Touching Other Humans Is Evil

This insane New Prudery has gotten so awful that the very fact that a man has a sex drive is seen as de facto evidence of being creepy (in other words, evil). We have become deeply phobic of touch with this #metoo idiocy. Much of male touching of women is now de facto evidence of the worst creepiness or sexual harassment. Many women are screaming assault any time a man touches a woman without any good reason.

This is truly sick and evil, but it’s women who came up with this, and Prudery, a truly vicious and malign prudery, is an essential part of the Feminine Character.

This is what happens when you let women run your society. You end up with extremely antisocial, touch-phobic, and interpersonally hostile societies with mass loneliness, fear, suspicion and hatred of the sexes, extreme sex hatred at a Victorian level, and all sorts of idiocy.

Touch is good. Humans need to be touched. This has actually been proven in endless experiments in the lab. It even works with monkeys. Monkeys that don’t get touched as babies end up profoundly disturbed as adults, which I guess is what women want all us men to end up like.

I really don’t care what all these stupid cunts think about that statement. I’m wondering why we men worry so much about what these silly creatures  called women think about much of anything. Women  have now decided that human touch is evil, at least when men do it. Men touch kids and it’s pedophilia and  child molesting because all men are pedophiles and molesters.

Men touch women and it’s creepy, evil, rape, violence (!!), assault, sexual harassment, dangerous, frightening and all manner of pearl clutching stupidity. Why? Because men are creeps, molesters, killers, beaters, rapists, assaulters, sexual harassers, violent creatures, evil, dangerous, and scary, so when men touch women, it’s automatically all of those things.

Thanks a lot, bitches. Thanks for destroying society, you fools.

Alt Left: Black and White Thinking Is the Normal and Natural Way We Prefer to Think.

People complain about black and white thinking a lot. It’s listed as a pathology. It’s a symptom of Borderline Personality Disorder. It’s a primitive defense, the defense of a small child, not even five yet. Sure, some people like BPD’s do it way too much, dividing the world into pure villains and pure heroes, each switching roles with the other in perfect chaos.

But really we all black and white. This is what I finally figured out. It’s a problem because black and white thinking is crap. It’s lousy thinking. Furthermore, it’s simply wrong. When you black and white, it’s worse than pulling a lever in Vegas. At least in Vegas you stand a chance. When you black and white, every answer you get is wrong. That’s a hell of a way to run a life, a culture, or a society. And yet we somehow muddle through anyway, as the British say.

I’m discouraged because I’m one of those grey area assholes everyone loves to despise, which is probably why I get banned from most every forum or website I comment on. Gradations are evil. Shades are criminal. Grey means dangerous. Relativism means you need to call a cop. There’s danger and incomprehension there, and all you can do is lash out and try to destroy every grey area you see. After all, grey areas are evil.

Incidentally this is how I want you commenters to think. My original idea for this site was try to stir you all up, to make all of you challenge every belief you have. I want to throw your beliefs at you, show you how they are lies, and see how you respond. This site is supposed to make you uncomfortable. I’m not writing it to make you happy. I’m writing it to piss you off. A lot of the stuff you believe is crap, no matter where your head is at. I’m as guilty as anyone. I think it’s stupid to walk around believing a bunch of lies, so I want to point out your false beliefs and throw them in your face and see what you do.

The original subtitle of this site was, “If I’m Not Making You Mad, I’m Not Doing My Job.” It didn’t mean I am a provocateur, though obviously that’s one of my hats. It means I’m trying to provoke you. I’m trying to make you look at every damned thing you believe and wonder whether it’s true or not. And ultimately, I want to challenge your views so brutally that you even change your mind now and then. If you do, you’re better than most.

That’s why I write about disturbing things on here. Disturbing things are part of life. They go on being part of life while we put our hands over our eyes and ears. That doesn’t make the upsetting things go away. It just blinds you to them. They carry on existing in the real world. Disturbing and upsetting  things are part of our world. There’s no harm in examining the world we live in. Looking in the dark where we fear to look is how we confront our fears.

We think we can run from our fears, but we can’t. You run and run and run for miles and you stop, exhausted, panting. You look behind you. There comes your fear with a huge grin on its face, saying, “I’m baaaack.” Sure you can run from your fears, for a bit. But every time you stop and turn around, there it is again. It’s a temporary fix, like dope. And like dope, it ultimately doesn’t work and never fixes the problem. All you do is escape and escape until escaping itself becomes your main problem and runs you into the ground. The opiate epidemic. And so many other things.

There’s little to nothing in the world not worthy of examination. One could make a case that the most disturbing and upsetting things are the things we should be focused on more than any others because they tend to have profound effects. The awful things continue because everyone plugs their ears and closes their eyes to the evils while Satan carries on and the bodies pile up. We didn’t fix anything. All we did is allow the atrocity exhibition to stay open another day. Congratulations on the perpetuation of evil.

Black and whiting is how they we it. It’s how we think. In what? In everything. Probably because it’s easier and brains are lazy and don’t like to work too much, always preferring the fastest route, preferring the neural freeways over the sodden and bumpy back roads.

It’s sad, really, because if you gain any wisdom at all in life, you figure out that most everything in the universe is continual. That is, it is part of a continuum. So the universe or the world could be seen as an endless series of continua of this, that, and whatever, nothing much pure and hard, everything a gradation, a shade, or a point of view. The world ultimately is more subjective than objective. If it were objective, most everything would not be an undefinable grey area, and everything is, ultimately.

So instead of the world existing as a series of solid facts like science insists, instead it exists more as an endless variety of points of view, of nuances, of measured judgements. We are getting into postmodern fuzziness here with its contempt for science, but those princes of vagueness and incoherence were onto something, that there is no truth.

Not that each of our truths is equally valid, although that makes sense at the individual level. Sure, every truth each individual has is true for them, as the deconstructionists say. But that’s a trivial notion.

A better way to work with postmodernism is to say there are a serious of “truths” or explanations for every set of facts, a variety of persons each having their own truths of course. But the way out of this tangled wood is that some of those facts make a lot more sense than the others, some of which are pure lies and psychological defenses, castles of sand smashed by the first tide of evidence. They’re not even truths. They’re just fortresses for the ego, which are always trivial, pointless, laughable, and worthless for the rest of us.That’s the problem with SJWism. SJWism says let’s listen to people’s defenses and the lies they made up to not face the hard truths about themselves, and let’s call these lies facts so we don’t hurt people’s feelings and egos. If it hurts an ego of a protected class, it’s not only a lie but it’s evil. Truth and falsehood are based on feelings. If it makes those good people feel bad, it’s false and you need to be destroyed for pointing out hate facts.

We look at the various “truth statements” given to explain any set up facts, often not even clearly described themselves (see the Rashomon effect) and, using the scientific method, weak and unsatisfying, yet all we have, we test each one out, hopefully in the clear light of emotionless logic and see how well it explains the facts.

Some truths work a lot better than others. Often not one truth is the best answer but instead several of the truths combine to give us the best answer. We stumble towards the best way out of the woods of uncertainty, and in many cases, the truth must be decided by each of us because there’s no consensus on the truth. As issues get more tangled up in logic-destroying emotion, consensus is increasingly unclear or openly false as truth is subject to the manipulations of politics, mores, and  social organization.

I think the notion that everything is a grey area leaves people cold. More than that, it’s just confusing, and the mind likes shortcuts and despises long Sunday drives. Your mind is like a New York sidewalk at rush hour.

If everything is a grey area, things are not solid anymore. Truths vanish. Good and evil fade from harsh colors to murky shades that are hard to make out.

This is confusing. And mostly, it causes anxiety because we don’t know the answer. We want to know what is right and wrong, up and down, this way or that. Saying everything is vague means we can’t be sure of anything. Of course that’s the case in life, but no one wants to believe it. Instead we need comfortable illusions and pretty lies or the fear sets in and fear starts to tremble.

Fear of what? Fear of not knowing the answer, having no way forward, no signposts or maps to guide the way, everything mysterious and uncertain and therefore scary. We want to be sure in life. Nothing is sure in life, but we can’t believe that or the fear sets in. The fear of uncertainty, of not knowing what is ahead, of being unable to predict the future or even make much sense out of the world leaves us with a terror that is ultimately what Sartre was getting it with his “existential angst.”

You end up stuck in a world where everything is a mystery, and that’s a scary place to be. You never know what’s lurking around that next corner. Ultimately, we don’t really want reality. We prefer our illusions and lies just to get us through the day. Nobody wants to “face reality” and probably hardly anybody does, which is why it’s dumb advice. We only need to choose the lies that work better than the others. Otherwise we might never get up out of bed.

Psychologically Harmful Behaviors Are Often Societally Reproduced, Manufactured, or Better Yet Constructed

Think of it this way. Suppose there was some society that thought something completely normal like walking a lot or talking a lot was extremely weird and caused horrible problems among the people who did it.

I absolutely assure you that all sorts of fucktards, mostly women (duh) and teenage girls in particular (because they are far more fucktarded than even most women), would get horribly damaged psychologically from doing things like walking a lot or talking too much.

If your culture tells you something is damaging, it will harm lots of people due simply and only to suggestion.

Person engages in X harmless behavior -> Society says engaging in X behavior causes psychological damage -> Suggestible, foolish person, usually female, imbibes this cultural message -> Person starts thinking, “Oh no, I engaged in this behavior, now I am damaged!” -> Person gets damaged!

Or

Person engages in X harmless behavior -> Society says engaging in X behavior causes psychological damage -> Suggestible, foolish person, usually female, imbibes this cultural message ->  Person develops all sorts of the inevitable, completely normal personal problems that any person develops in the course of life -> Person seeks to blame external forces (in this case, X behavior) for their everyday problems as most people do ->  Person looks around, remembers that they engaged in X behavior earlier and immediately assumes and labels this as the source of their problems -> Person is temporarily comforted in finding a source for their problems -> Comfort is only temporary as person thinks, “Oh no! I engaged in X behavior! Now I must be damaged! -> Person gets damaged on top of whatever other problems they had

In both cases, the stupid idea that the harmless behavior causes psychological damage is endlessly reinforced by the constant production of all these fake victims, mostly female.

Any rational skeptics who try to use reason or logic are quickly canceled:

Skeptic: LOL who says walking too much or talking too much causes psychological damage? What a bunch of snowflakes! Need to go to your safe space? Need another two years of therapy? Ever noticed that only women get damaged from flapping their gums or peregrinating too much? Gee, why is that? Can anyone say manufactured crisis LOL?

Society: Of course talking or walking too much causes horrible damage, especially to vulnerable women and teenage girls! For the evidence, look at all of the women and girls who walked and talked too much and look at how fucked up they are! Studies have conclusively proven that women who talk and walk too much have many more psychological problems than women who who shut it and stayed put. You’re opposed to science?

Skeptic is viciously attacked, accused of being a criminal, predator, misogynist, bigot and especially Harming Poor Female Snowflakes, now a federal crime. Skeptic is canceled, may be fired, sued, or even arrested.

Game/PUA: Women Deal with Loneliness and Lack of Sex Better Than Men

Women can definitely deal with loneliness and lack of sex better than men can, and it’s all down to that unfathomable entity known as the female sex drive.

The thing is that while women have an extremely strong sex drive in a sense (provided someone turned it on in the first place – preferably Chad!), it differs from the male in that women can simply take sex or leave it if so desired. We are now starting to see some women say:

Damn, I need some cock!

You didn’t hear that so much in the past, but I had 18 year old girls telling me things along those lines back in 1975:

Damn I am getting so horny these days, I swear I’m going to have to shove a bottle up there.

But she had a very strong sex drive in addition to being an extreme slut, bless her whorish heart.

In men, sex is quite different. It’s like an itch that you can’t scratch when you do without it. Sure, we can always jerk off to deal with the physical problem, but that’s often not satisfactory, and it’s hard to do if you live with other people. Furthermore, masturbation doesn’t take care of the urge.

Of course, in the Current Year, women also masturbate like crazy, while it seems they didn’t so much back in the day – we have created a society of female masturbating maniacs! God bless my depraved generation!

They masturbate but they need sex too, just like men. I had a female best friend who used to tell me things like:

Damn, I am so horny these days, I’m just going to have to grab some guy and rape him!

And she masturbated all the time. I would be texting her and she would say:

Excuse me, I’m going to go masturbate.

Can you imagine a woman saying such a thing?!

She’d come back in 45 minutes and say:

Damn, that was good!

On a sex subreddit called Stupid Sluts Club (highly recommended!) a young woman described how she was horny as Hell. She was masturbating all the time, but that wasn’t cutting it, so she started having sex with her female roommate, though she was basically straight.

And while things are changing somewhat, women are sadly not turning into men. Women can still take sex or leave it without a lot of pain or damage.

The sex drive is not so much physical in men, though the physical aspect is undeniable. For instance, a young man who does not ejaculate for a few days starts to experience actual pain in his testicles (blue balls).

Women don’t seem to experience such a thing, though there have been reports of women feeling some sort of a “female blue balls” in their abdomen above the pubic area if they go without orgasm for too long.

But at least back in the day, many women were non-orgasmic or rarely orgasmic. Back then it was ~30% of women. I’d say it’s a lot less now, but there are probably still non-orgasmic women. That 30% of women at any time can be unable to reach orgasm while remaining that way for years on end implies that female blue balls is probably not a serious problem.

Almost no males are non-orgasmic. There’s virtually no such thing.

Much more important than the physical aspect of sex is the psychological one. A man without sex has a huge hole in his life psychologically and perhaps even more importantly socially. The longer it goes on, the more they deteriorate. We see the logical result of this in the incel phenomenon. The incels are not evil like the cucks and soyboys say. Incel behavior is simply the natural and normal consequence of what happens to large groups of men who are denied sex over a long period.

Many become depressed and withdrawn, quite a few become very angry in a seething sort of way, and a few of those become explosively violent, often resulting in serious massacres. To show it is not a unique Western problem, long-term incel Chinese men have been going on murderous rampages for a long time now, even massacring large numbers of kindergartners!

So, tl/dr: Women love sex but ultimately a lot can take it or leave it. Men have a much more insistent sex drive and cannot take or leave sex. They have to have it and if they don’t, serious psychopathology results.

Game/PUA: Some Very Creepy Truths about Adult-Minor Sex

I work in mental health and I specialize in people who have issues around thoughts about sex with children, etc. I’m an expert and I have people coming to me from all over the world.

First of all, no one is going to believe the facts I state are true. Trust me though: I’m right. All studies were done in the lab and have been repeatedly replicated. In fact, they’ve been replicated so many times that it seems stupid to do them again except morons keep demanding it. I guess we’ll be replicating them until the end of time then.

  1. Men are attracted to teenage girls. 100% of straight men react at very high levels, typically maximum, to females 13+. That should not be surprising to any sane person, except that in our Feminist Clown World, those men would be called pedophiles. We can call them any name we want, but we now have to call all straight men pedophiles. Are we comfortable with that?
  2. So much worse than that is the fact is that not only are straight men turned on by teenage girls who look like women, which is not surprising, but that 90-100% of straight men are even turned on by little girls under 13. More on that below.
  3. Yep, that’s right. Straight men are even turned on by little girls under 13. In general, most straight men are attracted to them at a fairly low level, less than they are to mature females, but a measurable attraction is definitely there.
  4. So much, much worse than that even is that 23% (in three studies – 21%, 23%, and 26%) of straight men test “pedophilic.” That means that 1/4 of straight men are pedophiles by our typical understanding of the term, which probably even includes DSM-5 Pedophilia, a garbage diagnosis if there ever was one. What this means is that 23% of all straight men are as attracted or more attracted to little girls under 13 as they are to mature females 13+. Crazy statistic, huh? The question arises why these men don’t run around molesting little girls. Penalties are very harsh if you get caught doing this, and almost all these men have very strong attractions to mature females, so I assume they focus on the prosocial urge and suppress or repress the antisocial pedophilic feelings. In the Current Year, tens of millions of Americans say they want to kill all the pedophiles. Well, that’s just fine. Are they prepared to execute 1/4 of the men in the US, or 25 million men? Let me know when they get those gas chambers running.
  5. Not sure if this is shocking, but .1-1% of straight men are actual, true pedophiles. They are strongly attracted to girl children and have little or no attraction to mature females, which is the only definition of pedophilia that makes sense. Nevertheless, this means there are 110,000-1.1 million full blown, real deal, scary pedophiles in the US. Once again, we say we are going to execute them. Fine. We are going to execute 100,000-1 million American men? Let me know how that goes.

Game/PUA: Infatuation and Love Are the Same Thing

There’s no such thing as “just infatuation” and “real love” being two different things.  First of all, true love doesn’t exist or only exists in the exalted fantasies or delusions of women. “Real love” is nonsense, and of course it’s completely antiscientific, unfalsifiable, and even tautological.

Nevertheless it’s clear there is something called love that exists even in a scientific sense. But it’s on a continuum with something called like. Like is at one end and then as like gets stronger, eventually you get to full blown love at the other end.

The initial phase of love is something I call “wild love,” and it’s a wild ride indeed! The problem is it’s not really sustainable the same as a manic episode (which it resembles possibly in more ways than one) is not sustainable. It’s just too wild and crazy, and humans can’t sustain that sort of wild passion over the long term. If mania doesn’t end, the result is death.

Chronic mania used to exist as a psychiatric entity before the treatment era. It had its own set of rather unique symptomology. I have an old p psychiatric textbook from the 1950’s that talks about it. It apparently still occurs in some Bipolar patients and is notoriously resistant to treatment. There have been some recent case studies in the literature. They never really came down. Obviously, they died young. Death usually occurred in the mid-40’s and was typically a heart attack, natch.

No one knows what happens if wild love goes on forever because the nature of the human psyche is that wild love burns out after at most a couple of years. It’s hard to imagine someone dying of too much love, but if so, it wouldn’t be the first time. What else killed Romeo Juliet but “chronic wild love?”

Though wild love doesn’t last forever is perhaps a law of the human psyche if anything is, it can last a year or two. After that it transforms into what I call “mature love,” which is a calmer but in some ways deeper and more profound thing. Perhaps it’s all down to oxytocin and maybe high levels of oxytocin are only sustainable for a year or two. Who knows? At the end of the day,  most things human, even the most mystical and rarefied, probably boil down to simply human biology, chemicals, transmitters, and receptors, neurons, cells, atoms, and ultimately mundane molecules.

After studying the subject for several decades, it’s clear to me that infatuation is simply the early, “wild” phase of love that indeed looks like a manic episode, except that the parties are more or less sane (though wild love can be quite volatile with a lot of wild swings between love and hate). The initial phase of love, wild love, is a beautiful thing! It’s pretty crazy but it’s also one of the peak experiences one can have a human being. Be thankful if you were lucky enough to experience it. Many never do!

Madeline McCain Murder Mystery Solved!

The Germans nailed him. I wonder how they got him? And yes, this guy is definitely a pedophile. His sex drive is all wrapped up in sex with and torture of little girls. Looks like he killed Madeline for sure as her actual murder or dead body is probably on those tapes. And it looks like he killed another little girl in Germany. And who knows if he killed any more than that? What’s with the little girls’ swimsuits in his van?!

The fact that he brutally beat and raped a 72 year old woman doesn’t mean he’s not a pedophile. Most pedophiles are certainly capable of having sex with adults. It’s just not what they prefer.

Christian Bruckerman is what is known as a misophile. Misophiles are Sadistic Child Molesters, typically also pedophiles, and they make up 5% of the pedophile population. Obviously they are the most dangerous pedophiles of all and are particularly prone to the abduction of child strangers.

And they can absolutely commit homicide in addition to rape, beating, and torture, either as part of the general sadistic fantasy cumulating in death or as a way of getting rid of evidence by eliminating the victim of the crime. If they don’t kill the kid, the kid is obviously going to talk, and they don’t want that.

There are several different types of child molesters, 83% of whom are not pedophiles at all. Instead they’re just criminals. These men typically molest in the family and the molestation often goes along with verbal and physical abuse. These types are no more aroused by children than any of the rest of us are. They simply pick on their child female relatives as easy targets for their power and control games. I am not sure what the name for this type of child molester is or if they even have a name.

The true Pedophile or Pedophilic Child Molester with a strong attraction to children but little or none to mature persons is only one of four types of child molester and they are not the most common type at all. However, they do tend to rack up a high number of victims whereas with the type above, they are limited to female children in their families, and there are usually not many of those.

This type will never seek out strangers to molest while the pedophile prefers this method. Not all pedophiles molest children, but if you follow convicted pedophiles over a 25 year period, 50% of them will molest another child.

Some pedophiles, an unknown percentage, restrict themselves to porn and masturbation to meet their sexual needs. There are probably more pedophiles like this than we think. All pedophiles probably need to be under the care of an understanding therapist in order to keep themselves from offending and molesting kids.

The worse you treat pedophiles, the more you shower them with hatred, harassment, threats, and abuse, the more likely they are to regress and offend. Therefore, non-offending pedophiles should be treated with kindness, though you might want to keep them away from your kids.

Their homes are often decorated with children’s toys and games and they tend to have kids over at their house a lot due to all the fun things he provides for them to play with. They move around a lot and if you study their residence history, they often moved out under a cloud of suspicion of molesting local children. When the heat gets too hot, they simply leave town. They commonly move overseas, often because it is easy to molest children over there. Many seek out jobs where they will have contact with children.

5% of rapists are classed as Sadistic Rapists. These rapists, like the misophiles, are the most dangerous of all. Like the misophiles, they are absolutely capable of murder either as part of the general sadistic fantasy or to kill the victim in order to get rid of evidence (a victim). Probably most of the homicides are sadistic in nature. Most if not all rapist-murderer serial killers fit into this type.

The 95% are believe it or not not sadists, though they can certainly be violent.

This includes the Rage Rapist who has serious anger and hatred towards women as a motivation for rape. The Power Reassurance Rapist or “Gentleman Rapist” is another type. He is often nonviolent, may apologize to the woman afterwards and may even feel guilty in the period after the time. He rapes to reassure himself that he is a man as he has serious issues with his own masculinity and manhood.

The Power Reassurance Rapist is typically nonviolent and never kills. The Rage Rapist usually does not kill his victims but he may beat them due to his anger. Homicide does occur sometimes if the beating goes too far or more commonly if they victim fights back, stimulating his rage even further.

There is another Power-type Rapist whose name eludes me at the moment. Unlike the Power Reassurance Rapist, he does not suffer from issues with his manhood. Instead he is typically a hypermasculine or “macho” man. The motivation is power nonetheless.

Rapist type     Rape motivations 

Power-type      Power, Reassurance of Masculinity,
                Hypermasculinity/Machismo

Rage            Rage, Anger, and Hatred of Women

Sadistic        Erotic Sadism, Aroused by Sexual 
                Violence

Game/PUA: For the 800th Time, Why Women Hate Nice Guys and Love Abusive Assholes Who Treat Them Like Shit

As I mentioned previously, I’m a nice guy, and really there’s no reason on Earth I should have gotten laid even one time in my life, but nice guys never get laid, anyone knows that. Why? Because women refuse to fuck them. Why? Because women prefer extroverted Alpha assholes and pieces of shit who abuse the living Hell out of them to nice guys. Why? Because they find nice guys boring and wimpy. They think they’re pussies.

On a more fundamental level, it is absolutely essential that you dominate your woman. Female sexuality is such so that if you’re not dominating her, she won’t be turned on. You have to dominate her in order to turn her on at all. That’s why putting women on a pedestal, simping, etc. doesn’t work.

Women have 10,000 lies about why they don’t like nice guys and prefer assholes. The biggest lie of all is that most women say that’s just not true. So they deny it out the starting gate. Obviously we’re not getting anywhere here. After they deny it exists, they say why they do this. You see the fundamental flaw with this argument. As with so many female arguments, it contradicts itself laughable almost before it even starts, so we don’t even get to hypothesis. We are stuck with tautologies and unfalsifiable arguments, which makes up most of women’s thinking.

Ok, now that they get honest, they say that they hate nice guys because most of them are not even nice. Well, that’s obviously a huge lie, although it’s true of Nice Guy (TM) types. So they’re not nice. They’re really assholes in disguise. Except that women actually preferentially select assholes and no even that but they prefer the biggest assholes of all when they do so. Who are far worse than your average nice guy, I might add.

Next argument is entitlement. I get very tired of this argument. If women had to live like men, they’d blow their brains out in a year. There’s no way they could handle this. They’re too pampered. Male life is so awful that women wouldn’t be able to take it. They’d break down, flip out, go neurotic, suicide out, who knows? It’s women who are entitled. Entitled every single day from the day they are born. Women are addicted to entitlement because it’s all they’ve ever known. Take it away from them and  they’re gone.

Of course men are not entitled to sex. Everyone knows that. But women think that every man on Earth out to be perfectly happy or better yet ecstatic about the possibility that he might live his entire life without ever having sex.

Women to a one insist that this is no big deal and that every man ought to just prepare himself for this possibility and be ok with it. Well, most men are not going to be very happy about that to say the least.  A certain number of them are going to go ER (go Elliot Rodger). That’s terrible, but that’s just the way it is. If you deny men sex, a certain number of them will flip and go on massacre sprees. Incels in China have been doing this for some time now.

Women can bitch till the cows come home, but this is simply a law of nature. It’s the natural, normal, expected reaction when huge numbers of men are denied sex for much of their lives. Yeah, no one’s entitled to anything. But you women are therefore not entitled to live a life free of the fear of being massacred by maniacs that you created by the policies that you set up. Fair is fair.

Furthermore, ha ha. Alphas aren’t entitled? Players aren’t entitled?  Macho guys aren’t entitled? Don’t make me laugh.

The guys who have sex with the most women are the most entitled assholes of all. They commit 50 times more sexual harassment than nice guys. They are 50 times rapier than nice guys. But women don’t really mind because behavioral or better yet statistical Alphas get to be about as rapey and sexual harass-y as they like.

Women don’t mind being raped and harassed by Alphas. They mind it but they never go to the cops. They never try to get them fired. They let Alphas hit on them annoyingly all night long and try every sleazy trick in the book  and women just say, “Tee hee,” and let them get away with it because Alphas get away with everything forever. Until they don’t. But at least they get a nice long run.

Meanwhile the nice guy of behavioral Beta gets in trouble for looking at women. Literally looking at them! He’s not even allowed to look at them! For a woman, a Beta looking at them is exactly as bad as an Alpha date-raping them. It’s literally the same thing.

A Beta gets in trouble and gets fired for mildly flirting with a woman even one time, for asking a woman for her number or out on a date. Meanwhile, Mr. Alpha POS acts 100X worse and he gets away with it forever, drowning in pussy the whole time until life caves in. Even then he’s only out temporarily and you check back in a bit and he’s back on his feet again, doing the same dick moves as ever.

Another one: Nice guys are only being nice to us to try to get into our pants! Yeah and Alphas aren’t? Anyway, most men are only being nice to you to try to get in your pants. If you women didn’t have vaginas, most of us men wouldn’t even give you the time of day.

Yeah. This is the world, ladies. Most men are trying to fuck you. Terrible, isn’t it? Get used to it. It will this way until your looks go and you turn ugly and then you will brag and swoon every time a man flirts with you or checks you out. The same attention that made you suicidally depressed when you were pretty will be sorely missed and painfully missed when your looks are shot.

Also, Alphas are only being nice to you to get into your pants too, and they are much worse about it than nice guys. They do something called the Honeymoon phase. That’s when they don’t just callously pump and dump you by showering you with love until you give it up and then dumping you out with the trash afterwards.

If they bother to try to have a relationship with you, you get the Honeymoon phase, typical of all Cluster B scums. They shower you with love and devotion as part of a scam to wind their way into your heart. It’s all completely calculated in the most cold-blooded way. And then once they are in and have you nice and trapped and cut you off from all your friends and support and have no where to go and are at his mercy for a place to stay, the abuse begins. And gradually gets worse.

Because all Cluster B’s can do is abuse people, especially in sexual relationships. They literally cannot be any other way. Relationship = abuse for Cluster B’s. That’s how they play it.

Alt Left: My Complicated Views on the Police

If you ever get arrested a couple of times, you will hate cops for the rest of your life.

I’ve said that a few times on this site. Most of you readers look at that and shrug because you never had those damn cuffs put on you. Fine, you’re high and mighty, good for you. But just you wait. You can get in trouble anytime for the least little bullshit.

If you don’t want to have to struggle against hating cops for the rest of your life though, please don’t ever get arrested. I’ve been arrested twice in my life for no particular good reason.

In a way, I have hated cops ever since simply because of the horrible way they treated me those six hours in jail. And so much of it was really unnecessary.

And the more “bad boy” you have in you, the more likely this is to occur because such men ride on the bare edges of legality (like me) most of their lives anyway. Plus we’re a bit antagonistic. And daring. And we don’t care. And we talk back. And you don’t mess with us. And we fight our girlfriends. And our women threaten to call the cops on us when when we hit them back.

What happened to me when I got arrested?

They went out of their way to try to provoke and  start fights with me. They continuously implied that the guy sitting in the car with me in that nightclub parking lot was my gay lover. They kept rubbing it in, essentially calling me a faggot.

They threw me into a wall in the intake room for no reason and laughed. They grabbed my head and smashed it up against the ceiling of my car. I complained about the cuffs being too tight, and of course when you do that, they laugh and make them even tighter.

Do you see what they were doing with all the verbal and physical taunts? They’re trying to provoke me. They’re trying to make me mad. And as soon as I got mad and verbally or physically aggressive, now they’ve got an excuse to beat me up? See? They’re bullies. The bully picks on his victim until the victim lashes out, and then the bully pounds him into the ground.

Cops are bullies.

Both of those guys were sadists. Sadistic psychopaths.

One time I was a bit agitated in my cell, and some  cop came by my cell and started dancing in front of me like a monkey, a pugilist in the ring, hands up like a boxer, challenging me to fight. He taunted and provoked me for a few minutes, and when I didn’t rise to the bait, he took off.

He was a sadist. A sadistic psychopath.

He was taunting me and provoking me, see? Taunting me into getting aggressive with him, so then he would have an excuse to come into my cell and beat me up? See?

I hate cops for the rest of my life in a sense. But it’s conditional. Conditional on their good behavior. If they act cool, I give em a break, leave ’em alone, and might even be nice. I like some cops because they are nice to me and seem like good people. They treat me like I’m one of them. And I am. We are both just citizens, trying to keep the peace in our own way.

But I have no illusions about cops. Seen too much for that.

A lot of them have elevated sadism, as it’s necessary for the job. A lot if not all of the rest have elevated psychopathy scales, probably once again because it’s necessary. But do you like to make psychopathic sadists a regular part of your life? Of course not. That’s why you should keep cops as far away from you as reasonably possible as often as you can.

There’s not much to be gained by inviting these folks into your life, and a lot of the time, it’s just crap.

I want a divorce from lots of folks, gay men primarily but also cops.

Cops, let’s you and me get a divorce, ok? You over there, me over here. You stay over there and do whatever you do, have fun, have a good life, live long, healthy, and happy, but just keep me out of it, ok? I’ll be over here doing my thing. It’s sad but we are best apart like many formerly married couples are.

I don’t care what cops do in my town. We don’t have systemic issues with them here.

I think they don’t like me. They see me and give me hate looks a lot of times. Like they think I’m a criminal, a scumbag, a bad guy. Not always but often enough.

I asked my Mom, and she said quietly, almost under her breath:

You look like a hippie. Cops hate hippies.

So I mostly have no issues with them, but sometimes they pull me over and harass me seemingly just because they don’t like me.

I was out driving at 3 AM one evening and a cop pulled me over merely because as he said,

What was I doing out so late?

That’s garbage. What was I doing out so late? Who cares?

How about:

None of your business. How bout that?

I will have to fight a BS traffic ticket if the courts ever open up.

Some cops have pulled me over and were nice. I met some while watching a fire, and they were quite calm to me, almost as a parent to a child. Maybe they felt sorry for me. I met a lady cop in a Starbucks, and she was extremely nice. I was wondering if she was trying to pick me up.

I got called in as a witness to a crime, and the detective who interviewed me was very nice. Another detective I talked to was a sexy babe. At the end of the interview, her supervisor came in and stood in front of us with a pair of the the coldest eyes I’ve ever seen. Just pure, homicidal, dead, pure hate, the hate of a killer. I have no idea why he did that. Maybe he didn’t like me. Maybe he’s just another sadistic psychopath cop. He wouldn’t be the first one.

But they weren’t dealing with me as a bad guy.

My rent check got stolen recently, and I had to deal with a cop as a mutual crime victim. To say he was kind was an understatement. Cops are incredibly kind to true victims of crime.

A couple of cops tried to pick a fight with me at an accident scene recently. I had to get into a store, and they tried to start a fight with me for wanting to do that. Half a minute later, they yelled at me for no reason no good reason. I guess they were paranoid. But it came across as hostility. They looked at me like they were going to run over and and beat me up.

I called them pigs and ducked behind a wall. Then  the pawnshop guy buzzed me in. But why pick a fight in the first place? I was cooperative and did nothing wrong. Maybe they were paranoid. Maybe they were just psychopaths. They wouldn’t be the first.

I wanted to talk to a cop recently, so I ran after a cop car in a parking lot and banged on the back. He jumped out ready to shoot. Obviously. I dropped everything in my hands and said I was sorry. He calmed down and he looked me up to see if I had a warrant as I requested.

But he never backed off that trigger finger hostility he had at first, even though I proved to be harmless. I kept apologizing. He finally said don’t worry.

But he was cold as an ice chest the whole time. I was afraid I would catch a cold from the icy wind buffeting his body. What for? Why be so icy? Maybe he’s just another psychopathic cop. He wouldn’t be the first.

My brother was arrested recently and put in jail. As soon as they got him in the booking room, they started beating him up for no good reason. He was and never left the booking room the next few days, where he was beaten several more times for no good reason . He was placed naked in solitary for no good reason.

When he served his jail time, the guards and nurses were cold and evil.

The nurses had no empathy at all, just sheer hate. A whole jail full of Nurse Ratchets. They should have pulled their licenses.

You’re a nurse, right? You have no empathy for your patients, right? Well, guess what? We’re pulling your license until you start to act human again.

The guards went out of their way to make everyone as miserable as possible and seemed to be trying to push everyone to their limits. The guards threatened to beat him up several more times for no good reason. The food was inedible, made that way on purpose just to throw one more miserable thing into the mix.

The toilets stopped up and overflowed. The plumber accused him of flooding the toilet on purpose and refused to clean it up. He had a cell full of sewage for the next day. He and his cellie cleaned it up. With their clothes. Yeah. They cleaned up the sewage with their clothes as towels.

He was denied medicine repeatedly. Although he was in an active manic episode, he was denied all medical and certainly psychiatric care. That was almost malpractice. But the nature of medical treatment in our penal system is simply malpractice. That’s they way it’s supposed to be. It’s deliberately designed to be malpractice.

That jail was a torture chamber, mostly psychological, but still.

You readers say you will never go to jail. Fine. 25% of White men in my generation have been to jail. It’s not just a few people. Someone reading this post could end up in jail. It happens to lots of decent folks.

I see no idea why jails must be medieval torture chambers.

I see no reason why prisoners cannot be treated with basic UN levels of barely humane treatment.

I see no reason why cops have to beat people up, over and over and over, for no good reason.

I see no reason why jail guards should make things as wretched as possible and try to push everyone to their limits.

I see no reason why guards must try to push anyone to their limits.

Our penitentiary system is a Medieval hellhole. I’ve spent a whole six hours in jail, but I don’t have a dog in this fight. But this seems wrong on a level of basic civilization.

If you get those cuffs on you, you will see the evil side of cops real quick. So try to make sure that doesn’t happen.

Probably 50% of cops are psychopathic and sadistic. They’re scary, bothersome, and harassing, usually only once in a while.

A few are great people.

Most others are just neutral.

In general, it’s better to have a divorce between you and the cops. You over here, them over there. Any time you have cops in your life, it’s usually because something bad has happened. So have them in your life little as possible.