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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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PUA/Game: Latest Sexual Adventures: The Knockout Gorgeous Thieving Meth Head Bitch

An update to my latest sexual adventures, or should I say unadventures the way things are going these days.

I had a methhead chick over at my place recently. She was smokin hot and not fucked up by meth yet. 39 years old, 5 kids, divorced. Basically a complete airhead which I don’t mind because airheaded women can act extremely feminine. Idiotic and childlike, sure, but oh so feminine. Anyway, raw femininity does have an idiotic and childlike quality to it, but I love it anyway because I even love women when they are being idiotic.

I got her in my car and she said, “Damn! You’re fucking hot! You know that?”

I said, “Cool, let’s fuck then.”

She said, “Nope, I don’t give it away for free. Either dope (meth) or money, one or the other.”

Guys, once a woman says she doesn’t give it away for free, just get rid of her. She’s a whore. A pure, 100%, real deal, no lie, fucking whore. Not even in the typical way that most all women are whores. Chicks like this are on the level of a streetwalker.A nasty, lowdown, sleazy, streetwalking, thieving, criminal fucking prostitute of the lowest variety.

You never do anything but lose money or stuff with real deal whores, and a lot of the times, you don’t even get laid. They just take your money or stuff, withhold the pussy, and take off. You have no idea how many cunts like this there are. They’re literally everywhere, mostly young women aged 23-29. This one at 39 was a bit old for this crap, but being an addict, it made sense.

45% of real deal whores are female psychopaths. Real deal whores are pretty much the worst women of all. That’s what female psychopaths do – thieve and whore, whore and thieve. Male psychopaths of course are so much worse as they are vastly more destructive and often extremely aggressive and even violent.

I did manage to get her naked. I often get women naked once I get them in the door. I’m not even sure how I do it. I just somehow get their damn clothes off. Ladies, if any of you dare to tread into my Lion’s Den (otherwise known as Enemy Territory), keep in  mind that there’s a pretty good chance you will lose your clothes, at least for a bit. Plus my place is sort of a free fire zone. If I get you in here, I’m probably going to be grabbing at you and steering you towards the bedroom. Because that’s what we do with hot lady visitors here at Bob’s Hotel for Wayward Gals.

I grabbed at her a few times but she knocked me away with a “That’ll cost ya.” I gave her a bunch of stuff like toiletries because she was poor. To add insult to injury the bitch stole some of my stuff. Actually my roommates stuff but still…And she gaslit me real bad too.

She took my roommates’ jacket. I saw her with it and told her that’s ours and she was stealing it. She gaslit me and said she’d been wearing since I met her. I’m going back over my memory and I can’t think straight. She walks out the door with my roommates sandals and jacket while I’m still doubting my damned memory.

I didn’t  really get anything other than getting her naked. But that’s got to count for something, right? Just getting a hot woman over to your place and getting her damned clothes off is pretty awesome. I give myself a Bronze Star for that achievement.

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The Best People Feel the Worst and the Worst People Feel the Best

A lot of nations and peoples commit genocide. Genocide is almost normal human behavior. But good people and nations feel bad after they Holocaust a group. Sometimes it takes them a bit of civilizing to get there, but get there they do.

These psychological types act the worst of all but feel no guilt. As an example, psychopaths are wildly aggressive and show absolutely zero guilt. Obsessionals on the other hand, are the least aggressive people on Earth and are overwhelmed with guilt. This seems bizarre until I learned this in my counseling practice.

The best people feel the worst. The worst people feel the best. Why the Hell do good people feel bad? Because it is their extreme guilt itself which keeps them acting good! Why to bad people feel great? Because it is precisely their lack of guilt which makes them act so bad!

It seems totally confounding until you sit down and think about it.

This is also why I think clinicians attacking their clients’ guilt and self-help types urging us to get rid of our guilt are worse than charlatans. Not only will their tactics achieve their goals – the theory is that ridding someone of guilt will make them a better person – but actually backfires and makes people worse, so it’s iatrogenic. They claim to make better people by dissolving people’s sense of guilt but instead they are making people worse.

One of the first things I do with my clients, who typically come to me overwhelmed with guilt, is to congratulate them for their extreme sense of guilt and conscience. I also tell them that their guilt is what is creating their illness, so too much guilt is not necessarily a good things. But I tell them that the very reason that are ill in the first place is because they are good people. In fact, they are actually too good!

Yes, it is indeed pathological to be too good. Former Jew Catholic convert and virtual saint Simone Weil starved herself to death during World War 2. The world was a very evil place then, and Weil was simply too good for this world, so she checked out.

And like Weil, I tell my clients that their problem is that they are good people in a bad world, and worse that they are simply too good for their own good. There’s no reaso to be a saint and being too good can actually lead to social pathology because we simply did not evolve to be saints. In fact, in the past, primitive people who were too good probably were the first to get killed.

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It’s Ok to Believe That Racists Are Nuts

I am having a hard time understanding why people who deny that racists are crazy are some sort of bad people, especially when we say they’re not crazy, but they are bad.

Neither is flattering.

It’s not flattering at all to call someone nuts, but it also sort of lets people off the hook. After all, crazy people aren’t really responsible for their condition, right? In that case, racists, being nuts, are no more responsible for their condition than people with schizophrenia, bipolar disorder or major depression. They’re not bad, they’re just ill. Do you really want to say that about racists?

Further, I don’t understand why it is outrageous or offensive to say, “Racists aren’t nuts, they’re just being immoral or bad.”

Both sides are saying racists are not cool. And it doesn’t really matter if someone is nuts or evil. Does it matter if a psychopath is nuts or evil? Of course not. We deal with them in the same way regardless.

So people who say racists are bad and people who say racists are nuts are both saying some pretty unflattering things about racists. In fact, it’s a lot more condemning to say that racists are bad than to say they are nuts. Crazy people are not responsible for their behavior, and bad people.

I don’t agree that racists are nuts, but if people want to take that position, it’s fine with me. People who say racists are nuts and people who say racists are bad should be friends, not enemies. They’re on the same page. They’re both looking at the same ugly picture. One person is saying that the ugly picture is caused by one thing and the other says the ugly picture is caused by another thing. At the end of the day, it’s not much of a disagreement.

I respect people who take the position that racists are nuts, not evil. I think they’re wrong but I respect the position. In the end the two positions are not particularly different anyway. See my analogy with psychopaths above.

Recently we have been dealing with someone who is a huge asshole. Like the biggest asshole in the galaxy. It’s controversial why he’s such an asshole. He has a mental disorder, bipolar disorder to be specific.

This person is at least a little bit manic all the time. The problem is that many manics are not happy manics. In fact, many are angry, irritable, aggressive, hateful, confrontational and even violent manics.

A lot of these manics look “Cluster B”, “narcissistic,” or especially psychopathic when they are manic.

In this sense Axis 1 conditions (true mental illnesses) can perfectly mimic Axis 2 conditions (personality disorders). In fact, if someone has a serious Axis 1 disorder such as a mood disorder, I would not diagnose a personality disorder until you clear up the Axis 1 disorder.

Only when that’s cleared up can the true personality shine through. Otherwise you are just looking through a fogged up mirror. You can’t see much of anything, and anything you think you see is probably wrong.

Anyway, discussing this person and others I have known with this going on, such as an aunt of mine, I told my Mom recently:

You know what? I really don’t care why someone acts horrible. I don’t care why someone is a total asshole or a monster. I don’t care if they act horrible because they’re mentally ill or just because they’re bad people. What difference does it make? All I know is that I need to get the Hell away from this horrible person. What’s causing their horribleness is ultimately irrelevant.

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Alt Left: None of Us Are Dindus: Ronald Biggs and the Sex Pistols, “No One Is Innocent”

I was thinking about Mithridates’ response to the Chmielnicki thread, which tragically implied that most if not all of the Jews killed in the peasant revolts of Eastern Europe pretty much had it coming for acting as tax farmers for the nobles and hence perfectly appropriate targets for an peasant revolt against feudalism. Sure, leave the Jewish women, kids, and old men out of it – except who ever does that in a war, especially 350 years go.

Anyway this made me feel very bad. Those Jews were killed in terrible ways and all my life I’ve been told that the Jews of Europe were dindus who dindu nuffin and just got picked on by mean Gentile antisemite Nazis. Turns out a lot of them asked for their own brutal fate. But that doesn’t make me happy. It makes me so sad. I don’t know but it just does.

And the first thing I thought is fuck this dindu crap. Fuck this we dindu nuffin shit.

What I mean by screw this dindu crap is: Goddamn it, none of us are dindus! You know how many of us dindu nuffins! Zero fucking percent, that’s how many!

Which reminds me of a song by the Sex Pistols. A man named Ronald Biggs helped participate in the Great Train Robbery in the UK in 1964. He hightailed it to Brazil. Brazil has no extradition treaty with the UK, so he’s been living it up down there laughing at the world and giving us all the finger the whole time. Well, good on him. I might do the same.

The Great Train Robbery? They stole lots and lots of money, so good on them. They became something of these Robin Hood type folk criminals, though if you research the case, they’re just dirty psychopaths and criminal scums as you might expect.

And though I wanted to love the romantic story myself because I’m kind of an asshole who hates all authority figures, when I read about it, I thought again. A man defending the money stash on the train was not killed, but he was very badly hurt. Maybe for a long time. Well, screw that. I’m not going to cheer on the Great Train Robbery anymore, thank you very much.

Also I read up on Biggs’ life down in Brazil, and of course, being a psychopath, he lived the typical life of a total psychopath down there in Brazil. Duh. And keep in mind this is Brazil, where psychopathy is virtually normal. He acted real bad down there, got into constant trouble, and was basically a huge dick. Which logically follows of course from him being a psychopath. Because, you know, psychopaths gotta psycho. It’s what they do.

Well, the Sex Pistols, after the first album, decided, just to be total assholes, which we already knew they were anyway, to go down to Brazil and record a song with Ronald Biggs. Biggs recorded a song with them called “No One Is Innocent.” Which is the fitting coda to this silly blog post in which I point out that none of us are dindus, even though we all think we are:

Fuck it, man! No one is innocent! We’re all guilty, dammit!

Which is awful damn Christian, now that you think about it, no?

God save the sex pistols they’re a bunch of wholesome blokes
They just like wearing filthy clothes and swapping filthy jokes
God save television keep the programs pure
God save William Grundy from falling in manure

Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk

God save Martin Boorman and Nazis on the run
They wasn’t being wicked God that was their idea of fun
God save Myra Hindley God save Ian Brady
Even though he’s horrible and she ain’t what you call a lady

Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk

God save politicians God save our friends the pigs
God save Idi Amin and god save Ronald Biggs
God save all us sinners God save your blackest sheep
God save the good Samaritan and God save the worthless creep

Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Sold his soul Sold his soul Sold his soul to punk

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Malignant Narcissism: From Fairy Tales to Reality

Malignant Narcissism: From Fairy Tales to Reality

If you want to know the sort of stuff I read all day, here is an example. This was actually very hard to read. Not so much hard to understand but hard to put all of these ideas into my head and walk around with them. You think this is easy to understand? Fine. Read it and then tell me exactly what it said about all of this. You’re going to have to recite almost the whole document to me, as this thing is packed with valuable ideas in nearly every sentence.

I think most of the information here is correct. This article is quite unlike the typical medical model stuff you see in US psychiatric journals, which I have read extensively in off and on for almost 30 years now, in case any of you think I don’t know anything about mental health.

I am not sure how well-tested a lot of the suppositions here are, but from the tone of this article, it seems that the majority of people come out of their families pretty screwed up in the psychiatric sense of the word. And keep in mind that this field is all about minimizing the number of people who are diagnosed as nuts. Believe it or not we want to diagnose as few people as possible as nuts for a lot of reasons.

Also, there is a strong sociopolitical message here which seems quite leftwing. I couldn’t believe that this was published in any US psychiatric journal, so I looked up where it was published, and sure enough, it was published in a journal in Croatia.

Croatia having gone through 46 years of Communism. The population likes to claim it is cured, but I don’t think so, and having worked closely with a lot of Croatians lately on a piece I am working on (presently 250 pages), I think that leftwing values are still quite common here whether they admit it or not.

Anyway this piece had a lot of great information in it, albeit packed in real tight and hard to digest at once or at all for that matter. If you’re interested in what sort of stuff I spend my time reading or if you have any interest in abnormal psychology, you are free to check it out.

Also, our very own president is absolutely a malignant narcissist, so if you want to understand Donald Trump, look no further. Let’s just say, for starters, that malignant narcissism is the “personality of the dictator.”

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He Wanted a Twin, Or Worse, a Reflection in the Mirror

My mother and father went to UCLA. My Mom for a mere year, my father til graduation. And came back later for a Masters in Counseling, after which he set about for the entire time I knew him demonstrating that he had learned almost nothing from those pounding years of hard core psychology classes. And the books in the world can’t penetrate a brick wall in the head.

I was supposed to go to UCLA, but I was as huge disappointment. I couldn’t pass Algebra 2, even with this Grade-A IQ of mine. Disappointment all around.

Why was I supposed to go there? He went there. What was I supposed to major in? History? Why? That’s what he majored in! What was I supposed to do afterwards? Teach school. Why? That’s what he did! Starting to get the picture? He didn’t want a son. He wanted a junior twin. Worse, an exact replica cutout from the mirror, 35 years too late.

Why do parents do this shameless bullshit? Yeah, I resented it. I’m not your toy or your reflection in the mirror, pal! I’m actually a real human being, separate from you. You know, a separate person, with my very own thoughts, feelings, desires, values, girlfriends, orgasms, bong hits, parties to go to, you name it, guy. I think people like that have an Object Relations problem. A lot of people have this.

Borderlines are notorious. The Borderline cannot see you as an individual person with your own feelings, thoughts, desires, sleep patterns, favorite foods, quirks and gifts, home runs and strikeouts. A lot of personality disorders share this.

This is one of the most important lessons you can learn in life – that others are completely separate from you. It’s painful in a way because we really want others, especially those we love, to be a part of us in a sense – to agree and disagree with us on everything, but it just doesn’t work that way, and thank God for that.

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Sure, Narcissists Are Always Six Years Old, But Borderlines Are Only Two, and That’s So Much Worse

Object Relations,  Specifically Object Constancy

Facts don’t go away or become untrue simply because we say they don’t exist, sorry. Nevertheless most humans operate on this principle much of the time. Life works better with this pretty little lie.

This sort of thinking is not a mature way or looking at life, even though we adults think this way a lot.

Instead, that’s the world of a child, a little child. Show something to a kid and he knows it’s there. Take it away and put it behind you, and the child thinks it’s vanished off the face of the Earth.

When you can figure out that it’s not gone at all, only hidden behind your back, you have achieved Object Constancy, and humans don’t have it at first.

We have to develop it later on. Some people never develop a good sense of it. You see this a lot in mental disorders, especially personality disorders.

People with Borderline Personality Disorder have poor Object Relations, and their Object Constancy is poor also. But if you realize that all Borderlines are always and forever two years old, it all makes sense.

And Now We Are Six!

Sure, the narcissist is six, always and forever. 18 or 80, it’s all the same  because he’s still only six at any and every age. Six years old! I’m king of the hill! Ever see a first grader? Look at how self-centered they are. All children are extremely self-centered, but six year olds are the worst of all.

But Borderlines are forever two instead of six and that’s so much worse, sorry. And that’s also why Narcissists function so much better than Borderlines. Face it, a six year old human is far more functional than a two year old human, who is barely functional at all, merely a babe.

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No One Will Ever Truly Understand You Like The Woman Who Loves You

Women in particular are masters of intuition and human psychology. They’re hard to fool in that sense. It’s humbling because you think you are fooling them with some bullshit you are pulling on them, but they often see right through you and call you out on it.

There’s no one who will ever figure you out like your girlfriend. She will see right through you and call out all bullshit and crap and lies. She will also figure out the true nature of your personality better than your therapist or even your own mother, who loves you too much in a different sense to ever tell you the truth about yourself. Your Mom is like your ego. She loves you so much that she’s willing to abide by all sorts of lies to think that you are the apple of her eye.

She will see right through your psyche and call it all out, the good and the bad, and trust me, she will not leave out the bad. She will tell you things about yourself that your own defenses had been denying to you, though they were obvious to everyone except you because you can’t see yourself.

I think this is particularly true if she is in love with you. Being in love really turns on that x-ray vision of theirs somehow.

And believe it or not, females with Borderline Personality Disorder are some of the finest experts at this ability to see right through you and figure you out. This has even been suggested theoretically, as clinicians have noticed that, while Borderlines are completely in the dark about themselves as all PD’s are, they somehow nevertheless are experts at figuring out other people.

*****

I’ve had girlfriends point out:

1. My egotism or self-satisfaction as one described it (she didn’t like it either). And it was often described in precisely those words – ego or egotism – as opposed to arrogance or other nastier things. And if you ask me to change this, I will laugh right in your face and refuse to. If you tell me it’s screwing up in my life, I will shrug my shoulders and say so what.

It feels too good to like yourself this much. I’m not selfish about it and I try not to think I am superior (though this is difficult also). In fact, I’d love to share the wealth. I often think everyone should love themselves as much as I do.

2. That I am actually I am actually rather conservative of all things about my values and how I live my life despite this lie that I put out that I am some let it all hang out wild man. This is due to my introversion, which makes me cautious and rather freak-averse. Being freak-averse is uncool nowadays as we are supposed to worship freaks and weirdos like secular gods.

3. The fact that I am actually quite shy despite the big lie that I put out about being this freewheeling extrovert. I am often painfully shy, and both strangers and people who knew me have suggested that I have Social Phobia. I don’t have that diagnosis, but I can be pretty avoidant. That’s one of the worst parts of me, but it’s due to things other than Social Phobia. Anyway, ordinary shyness is often confused with Social Phobia.

But I am not that introverted, as true introverts marvel at my extroversion. For instance, I can definitely talk a lot, and true introverts are often like furniture. They sit there and don’t say anything for long periods of time, and you get frustrated with them because it seems like they literally have no psyche or at least not one that they want to share with anyone anyway. There’s literally nothing inside of them! Or so it seems.

I often walk right up to complete strangers of all ages and both genders and start talking to them, which lately is getting me in trouble now that feminists have made Talking to People Who Don’t Want You Talking to Them a crime.

I tell my mother, a true introvert, that I walk right up to total strangers and talk to them, and she is amazed and shocked and says she could never do that. But girlfriends have pointed out that my shyness is rather cute and touching in a way. That’s probably true too.

4. That I am an expert, glib, bullshitting, charming, and often hilarious liar, but a big fat liar nonetheless. In other words, that I am basically full of shit, which is sadly true. I’m not going to change this about myself either. It’s too much fun to be a slyly deceitful bad boy and put one over on the world, a world which I already hate anyway.

5. That I am actually not a 100% good person, and in truth, I am even a little bit evil. Only a little bit evil, sure, but I am evil nonetheless. I don’t feel like changing that either ha ha. Being a bit evil is too much fun. Some ex-girlfriends think I am pure evil; one said I was “the worst man on Earth,” which makes laugh proudly. They didn’t think that way when they were with me though, and I don’t agree that that’s a fair judgement.

6. That my sense of humor is rather childish. For instance, I often make funny faces while barely realizing it. Girlfriends often alternately LOL at these faces (which are pretty damn funny to tell the truth) or chide me for being an overgrown teenager, which I also am, tragically I suppose. I’m not going to change that either ha ha. Or maybe I will.

7. The fact that I have shut down my feelings so much that I almost seem to not have any feelings and appear like Spock on Star Trek or a literal rock. I do have feelings of course, and when young I had quite a range of feelings.

I shut them down starting in my early 20’s as a defense mechanism against immense pain I was experiencing. I’m not sad that I did it, but sometimes I long for my old feelings back. It’s especially bad because when you kill those intense bad feelings, you pay for it by killing off the intense good feelings too.

No free lunch, eh? You pay for everything in life. You pay for the good stuff with the bad stuff. Bad stuff is literally currency that we use to purchase those shiny, bright goblets of experience that make this shitshow all worthwhile.

I still have feelings, but they are rather muted, and they are more in my mind than in my body anyway. I took all the feelings out of my body and stuck them in my head, where they swim around and cause all sorts of troubles.

If you ever meet anyone who seems very shut down like this, there’s probably a reason for it – a good reason. For instance, they are probably doing that to protect themselves from pain, an avalanche of injury, a bottomless well of hurt. There’s a method to the madness, and there’s a reason, often a fairly good or at least understandable reason, for most everything in life. We think that all these things happen for no reason, but they just don’t. It’s a brutal revelation.

8. The fact that, while I am not a narcissist, nevertheless I can be horribly self-centered. This sometimes seems infuriating to others. Who do I want to talk about? Me. Who do I not want to talk about? You. Ha ha. I’m very sorry about that, and I actually would like to change this. I work on it all the time, but I have to consciously try to, which makes it difficult, not to mention it’s pretty baked in by now anyway.

9. The fact that I mix that a Jupiter-sized ego with truly tragic self-deprecation which often looks like out and out self-hatred. I have had girlfriends who were shocked and stunned at this aspect of me. It seems like I really love myself, but maybe that’s not the whole story.

Maybe in part I hate myself. I do hate certain parts of myself. I basically think that I am a fucktard in certain ways. I beat myself up for this all the time, and I am always trying to change it. But I just can’t seem to stop doing it. I guess the fucktardedness is cemented over by now too.

I will be somewhere, interacting with other people, trying to get outside of my fucktardedness and act like a normal human instead of a distracted space cadet genius with his head in the clouds. I will be chattering away faking being normal like I always do, and Mr. Fucktard comes knocking at the door in my brain.

Mr. Fucktard: Hi! It’s me! Your fucktarded part of yourself, and I’m here to fuck up your life LOL! Hope you have fun while I ruin whatever it is you are doing right now LOL!

Me: Shit. What are you doing here? I hate you so much I could strangle you with my bare hands, you little shit. Seriously, I want to murder you, you sonofabitch, and I will do it too, slit your throat as coldly as if I were eating a bowl of cereal!

Mr. Fucktard: LOL! Yeah, you dumbshit. You’ve been trying to kill me for decades now, and you just can’t because you’re too fucking lame LOL.

Catch me if you can, you bastard! No matter how fast you run trying to chase me, as soon as you catch up to me, I’ll be in front of you again as fast as that! I’m like your fears. You can’t outrun me.

Hell, maybe I am your idiotic fears you never got rid of, you fool LOL! You can’t get rid of me! I’ll be hanging around you until you die, gleefully ruining everything you do. Why? Just for shits and giggles and because I hate you.

Why do I hate you? Because you’re a stupid fucking asshole, that’s why LOL! I’ll never quit. Hell, I’ll probably keep trying to ruin you after you die! I’ll haunt your silly corpse, dumbass! LOL!

10. The fact that I am actually serious, even very, very serious, as in dead serious. I think I am this flippant fun guy – funny guy, but maybe it’s not  so true.

*****

Yes – all of these aspects of myself which I don’t want to think about or even deny that they exist – my wonderful girlfriends have stripped away all my defenses hiding these things from me and shredded them in front of me like thin toilet paper.

They put up the most brutal and sadly truthful mirror ever in front of me and forced me to look at that horrible image there. That cruel trick of an image that doesn’t even look like me at all. But that I still know somehow, deep down inside, is really me, part of my psyche, the black part.

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Case History: Boy, Age 15, Killing Puppies

In my peer counseling practice, I have so far had two animal killers. One was a 16 year old boy in Germany. He came to me about violent thoughts but he didn’t and couldn’t pay. Nonetheless he was so profoundly disturbed (killing puppies) that I felt that he needed an immediate intervention so I simply worked with him for free. Also I sometimes work with teenagers for free as they can never pay.

This boy had rescued a dog and made a pet out of it. It was a female and soon enough it had puppies. The boy then strangled all of the puppies one by one.

I was very alarmed by this, but I had to tread very carefully. I did not get angry at him for killing the puppies, nor did I act shocked. My attitude was just, “Ok, so you killed some puppies.” I told him that killing puppies was wrong, and he should not have done that. This prompted a weepy apology session where he tried to defend himself by saying it wasn’t his fault. I accepted his apology and didn’t bother him about killing the puppies.

However, I did say that I wanted this puppy-killing to stop, and I didn’t want to hear about him killing any more puppies. I was emphatic about this. He readily agreed.

A lot of clinicians will freak out and get very angry at a client who is killing mammals, but I think that is the wrong approach. The client is just going to get his back up at best, and he may well get up and walk out of the room at worst.

Even if you are shocked and horrified by the mammal-killing, it is important to not show your feelings. You can raise your eyebrows, suck in your breath, say, “Wow”, things like that, but don’t get mad at them. However, you need to throw down a hard limit of no more mammal-killing at least while the client is talking to you.

Not all mammal-killers are bad human beings. A lot of them are but not all of them. Some of them are good people who are simply ill. Also it’s just a lower mammal. Killing a dog or a cat, as much as we love them, is simply not the same as killing a human, sorry.

I finally figured out that he was probably hallucinating voices although he denied that he was, as he called them thoughts and not voices. But you can tell through careful questioning and listening carefully to their answers whether you are dealing with thoughts or hallucinations. Sometimes what people describe as “thoughts” are actually auditory hallucinations. He was getting command hallucinations telling him to kill the puppies, and he was acting on them.

He also had some other problems. His mother was dead. At age 13, his mother had taken him and herself to the railroad tracks in order to get hit by a train and commit dual suicide. At the last minute the boy ran away from the train. The mother stayed on the tracks and was killed. That’s a pretty traumatizing experience!

He had a flat attitude about him where he was always saying, “I don’t care.” It seemed a bit odd how he seemed to not care about so many things.

He kept to himself at school and drew pictures a lot. For some reason his behavior was odd enough that his schoolmates bullied him. They often hit him. He would fight back vigorously, so he was getting into fights all the time. I didn’t think this was pathological, as he was just defending himself.

After he killed the puppies he felt so guilty that he put his hands in boiling water for a long time to punish himself. This had caused some injuries to his hands.

He also didn’t get along with his father at all for whatever reason.

He was extremely confused sexually and most of his early sexual experiences from 13-on had been with other boys. But now he had a girlfriend with whom he was having regular sex, and he said he had discovered that he liked sex with women just fine. I figured he was probably straight or at least not gay. He was one of the most sexually confused people I have ever dealt with.

He also told me that he had killed a pet rabbit when he was five years old. After a bit I figured out that this was in response to a command hallucination also.

I relayed the case to a former therapist, a clinical psychologist, and he told me that mammal killers are often either psychopaths or psychotic. He also suggested that this boy may be on the track to develop Borderline Personality Disorder. He was a Pre-Borderline if you will.

We have to say this because we cannot diagnose personality disorders in people under 18 because personality often changes quite a bit, especially in adolescence. In particular, a lot of adolescents appear psychopathic but then they age out of it as they become adults. A lot of juvenile delinquents are actually just “temporary” criminals.

The BPD did fit with the self-harm (Borderline men, like Borderline women, often self-harm), the constant fighting (Borderline men often pick fights a lot), the identity confusion, and the sexual confusion.

Borderline men are bad. They’re much worse than Borderline women.

I told him it was absolutely imperative that he get to a psychiatrist and find out what was going on with his head. His father convinced him to go to a psychiatrist, and he was diagnosed with schizophrenia as I suspected.

He had a rather apathetic and “so what?” attitude about that too.

People can be apathetic for various reasons. I had an OCD man who wrote to me once with a 10 page long history of his illness. He was from India.

He worried about every stupid thing under the sun, but he also kept saying, “I don’t care” through the paper. In this case, obviously he did care and in fact, he cared way too much. So the constant “I don’t care” was probably a defense against his over-caring and the illness that developed out of it. It was a thought compulsion to counteract the excessive caring that was causing the obsessions.

However, in this case, the apathy made sense to me after his diagnosis because schizophrenics often seem apathetic, and one of the symptoms of the illness is flat emotions.

So you see not all mammal-killers are psychopaths. There can be other things going on too.

However, I must say that this boy was one of the most seriously disturbed clients I have ever had.

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Masculine and Feminine Styles of Going Crazy

Borderline Personality Disorder manifests in different ways according to sex and gender. Borderline women turn a lot of their rage inwards into pain in the feminine style, while Borderline men turn their pain outwards into rage in the masculine style.

In both cases what is being internalized or externalized is something I would call different things: Pain, hurt, negativity. Possibly pain fits best. So in that sense all outward rage is simply inner pain directed outwards. And all inner pain is simply outward rage directed inwards.

Also a very high percentage of Borderline men are gay or bisexual. This makes sense as BPD is a female or feminine disorder. Borderline is simply the way that the Feminine Spirit goes crazy, and in that sense, all women are a bit Borderline.

Females go crazy in histrionic, borderline (both dramatic), and depressive (inwards) ways.

Males go crazy in psychopathic, narcissistic (male styles of dramatic, which are often quite aggressive), and manic (outwards and not uncommonly aggressive) ways.

  • Narcissism in the male or masculine person = Borderline in the female/gay man  or feminine person.
  • Psychopathy in the male or masculine person = Histrionic in the female/gay man or feminine person.
  • Mania in the male or masculine person = Depression in the female or feminine person.

I have argued before that male and female psychopaths or criminals are different, hence, we have masculine and feminine criminal styles:

  • Generalized criminality with a lot of aggression and even violence in the male = Prostitution and thievery in the female.

 

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Lousy Women Part 1: Worst Date Ever

Onto my worst date ever. Only maybe six weeks ago. The latest one was just a thieving quasi-whore. I matched her on Tinder and she wanted to date immediately and I am sorry but that really is a huge red flag right there.

I have had a couple of dates off Tinder and neither one jumped me right away. It took four days conversation with one and a month or so with the other until I got a date.

The only women who want to fuck you immediately are whores, thieves, scammers, these quasi-whore thieving bitches. The ones who wanted to fuck either stole money from me or tried to steal money from me. If they want to fuck right away, they are probably thieving scammers.

So I go down there, pick her up and it’s automatically scammy. She’s from Texas and out here all alone. She’s not living at a regular pad but instead she is saying at some Home for Wayward Women Drug Addicts.

She was on meth really bad and got put into this drug program somehow. She was telling me about how her father and grandmother both hated her guts and I was sympathetic. Now I see why they hated her. She’s an evil psychopathic thieving cunt from Hell.

Female readers: I am not calling all women bitches and cunts, but clearly quite a few women are bitches and some are even out and out cunts. But many women are neither. I am talking about a certain species of shitty women. I am not talking about women in general.

This is already getting weird. Finally I see her and she’s dragging a suitcase. Can she stay at my place for a few days as she is completely homeless? This completely takes me aback and once again this is very suspicious and scammy.

She is all alone, broke and homeless in a strange city and she tells me she is thinking about whoring to get the money she needs to get by. Red flag!

Not only are whores and all of the other camgirl whores, amateur porn star whores, picture seller whores, porn star whores, and stripper whores mostly all horrible women, but wannabe whores and ex-whores are also terrible.

The real whores you can use for sex, you can watch the strippers or the camgirls perform, you can buy amateur porn videos or the nude photos, but do not get involved in a dating relationship with any of these types of women.

They are basically thieves who live their whole lives to steal from us men by promising or giving out sex. To her you are a human credit card or a walking ATM.

We go into a store and I buy her some smokes. She doesn’t want to be seen with me because “people will talk.” This is a huge scammy red flag as these thieving cunt types often don’t want to be seen in public with you.

Later we go to a Starbucks but she won’t come in with me. We go to a drug store to buy her a bottle and she ditches me in the store.

Men if you are ever involved in any dating situation where the woman acts like she does not want to be seen in public with you, it is a huge red flag and she’s possibly trying to scam you.

We agree to my place and have sex. Earlier I had bought her a sex toy at an adult video store because she wanted one to masturbate with.

I also bought her some female horny pills. Well the pills start working and she’s getting really horny. If I don’t want to fuck her, she is going in my room, lying down on my bed and using the toy to get herself off. That’s how horny she is. I get a tit feel for a minute or two, which is nice.

Transactional dating. If you want to go out with them, you have to spend money on them. I paid a bill for her, bought her a sex toy and some sex stimulant pills and a bottle of booze. Basically the deal was you buy me this stuff and then I will fuck you.

Actually she was technically homeless and she said she wanted to move in with me for a while. She brought a suitcase to my house. She refused to come into my house with me, once again not wanting to be seen with me. Huge red flag again. She wants to stay in the car awhile.

I go in and later she comes in. She talks for an hour or so a bunch of weird babble and recites some great poem she wrote that is going to be a hit song except it is truly an awful poem.

My brother is over there and we chat for an hour or so. Her suitcase is in my room. All of a sudden things get really weird and she has to leave for no intelligible reason.

I told her she stole $70 from me and I called her a thieving whore. I said you ripped me off. She gave me her ID as collateral and said she would pay me back.

She shows up the next day and wants her ID back. I say give me the $70. She tries to pay me $25 of it, then we fight over the card for a while and things get weird because I won’t give the cunt her ID until she gives me some money.

Somehow she got the card out of me without paying any money. Somehow I followed her outside the house but then she took off running to a waiting Uber driver. She’s just a thieving cunt. She’s not even a proper whore.

So $70 for a titty feel. Something tells me that’s not worth it.

Unbelievably she calls me back a few days later and has her own place and invites me over. But she needs $70. Heard that song before. Blocked her.

Cunts like that have as their sole purpose on this Earth to steal as much money as they can from us men. This one was a certified psychopath. These bitches are the enemies of all of the men.

Sometimes I dream of a world where we men would get together and just kill cunts like this. In a truly patriarchal society like Arab society, she would have been killed a while back. That’s one good thing about patriarchy. It keeps the women in line.

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Are Psychopaths Evil?

I am not sure if any of you readers have ever dealt with a true, pure hardcore psychopath, male or female. I’ve met maybe two in my life and a couple of others who had traits but maybe not the full disorder. They were bad news too and even the ones with traits ended up damaging me.

If you have met them did you get the feeling that they were evil? I do not like to use the word evil, but I can’t think of a better way to describe psychopaths, male or female.

In addition to the  woman described below, I have also dealt with a male true psychopath, and he also could be described as evil for lack of any better word. Like her, he was also mixed race – in this case half-Black and half-Hispanic. His background was Cuban. He was simply a monster or better yet a devil. Pond scum who frankly ought to be deleted from the planet.

In a way psychopaths are almost what I would call pure evil. We know what evil is in a vague sort of way, and we run into bits of it on a daily basis. But when we finally deal with a true psychopath for a long enough period of time (often only a few hours), we finally see what we now recognize as our concept of pure true evil manifested in a single human being. In other words, when you look at a psychopath, you are seeing the face of pure, true evil.

Psychopathic women are also monsters just like psychopathic men, but they are usually a lot less aggressive, destructive and violent. Instead they are just lying, thieving cunts from Hell. While male psychopaths are much worse than the females, we should not kid ourselves: there are absolutely some women out there who are pure evil.

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Alt Left: The Flat Out Truth for Black People: The Vast Majority of Whites Do Not Particularly Dislike You

This is the flat out truth for Black people:

Most Whites don’t hate you.

There is no such thing as systemic or structural racism. Yes, 1/3 of Whites don’t like you, but that’s not most of us. Deal with it. Life’s tough. Life’s not fair. Life’s a bitch and then you die. You need to just toughen up and deal with a reality where a good third of Whites don’t like them. You need to get a thicker skin.

Most of your many problems are your own damned fault. I assume that there’s nothing wrong with Black genes (a big if) so that means that your culture is the source of most of Black problems since we know these problems are not due to racism.

Or should I say certain Black cultures or subcultures because there are Black subcultures that are pretty good as I am just now discovering. But the problem ghetto culture that causes most Black problems has ensnared over 50% of you, or at least of your women. That’s my impression from dating sites. On Tinder a good half of the Black women on there are more or less part of that culture. On Bumble it’s not much different.

You already have most rights. The problem isn’t lack of rights, but instead it is simply that far too many of you  act far too lousy. Yes, many Whites act lousy too, and a lot of Whites act pretty damned lousy. But the issue is that far more Blacks than Whites behave badly and their bad behavior is generally worse in quality than White bad behavior.

I have decided that the main problem with Blacks in that ghetto culture (and I have known quite a few) is lack of empathy. They simply have less empathy than the rest of us. They are not without empathy since most are not actual psychopaths, but they have a lot less empathy than Whites.

They also take responsibility for nothing and blame everything on the people that they victimize. In other words, they victimize you in some way or other and then insist that they didn’t or that you victimized yourself or that somehow you acted so horrible that it was within their rights to victimize you.

They are basically what I would call scammers. They more or less scam their way through life and victimize large numbers of people, often in minor ways, on a near quotidian basis.

And most of them have elevated psychopathy or sociopathy. I do not mean they are psychopaths, though I have definitely run into Black psychopaths.

Psychopathy exists on a scale of 0-40 and both zero’s and 40’s are not common, however, Ted Bundy was unusual in that he actually scored a perfect 40 on the PCL. Most of us  do not have zero psychopathy so you can say that we are all at least a bit psychopathic in some way or other. Low levels of psychopathy are not a problem to deal with since people with low psychopathy levels simply act like most people you meet every day.

However, just for the sake of argument, let’s say your average White has a PCL score of 5 out of 40. Repeated testing over  decades has shown that Blacks have a psychopathy level about twice that of Whites. So let’s say your average Black has a  psychopathy scale of say 10 out of 40. So their level is twice our level. Now a person with a PCL score of 10 is not a psychopath in any way. You need at least a score of 20 to be labeled a psychopath, and 98% of humans score below 20.

Instead Blacks are in the normal human range for psychopathy. However, within that normal range, Blacks do show significantly higher levels of psychopathy than Whites, typically in minor ways harm others but only on a low level, and this will be apparent and can be observed in their behavior on a nearly day to day basis.

They are more annoying than infuriating and enraging. Instead of wanting to kill them you just shake your head and say this is a lousy person, and I am simply not going to deal with them anymore. So you act like they are not there, and don’t even greet them when you see them. You also develop a rather cynical and disgusted attitude towards them and their ilk.

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Portrait of a Type: The Psychopathic Woman or “The Whore”

I recently dated one – a Black woman.  As you might guess she was more or less a whore like far too many Black women. Actually, to be fair, the woman was actually 50% Black, 25% Hispanic, and 25% White.Not an out and out whore. More of a “transactional sex” whore. She was actually considering doing real out and out whoring, which is not surprising.

I had some very unfortunate dealings with this evil cunt, and she was absolutely a female psychopath. I had never actually dealt with one up close. This was also the most manipulative woman I have ever met. In addition, she was a pathological liar, in fact she was one of the most brilliant liars I have ever met. She was basically a con artist and a very skilled one at that. In a way her social skills were absolutely brilliant. And that was on top of a not particularly high IQ of ~80.

Female psychopaths are similar to male psychopaths in a lot of ways, but they are not particularly violent or even aggressive. They’re just more or less charming thieves, or thieving whores is more like that. These diabolical cunts exist on this planet for the sole reason of stealing from us men.

I used to wonder why men killed whores, but I am starting to get it. About half of whores are the most evil bitches of all. This is as bad as a woman gets – a whore, a thieving, conniving Goddamned whore.

And “whore” is the typical outcome of the female psychopath. On the other hand in my opinion, male psychopaths are much worse than the female ones. The males are much more aggressive and dramatically more violent. The females are a bit hard to spot, as their basic demeanor is seductive, so they seem friendly at first. This is what makes them such brilliant con artists because initially they are quite attractive, especially in a sexual sense.

I have never met an actual White female psychopath but I have met a pretty psychopathic Hispanic woman. Actually I dated her too. Her and her evil little sister. Yeah, I dated two women at once, a first for me! And they were both hot too, 23 and 29 years old. And I was ~58.

The date was a catastrophe but at least I did it, and a good part of the date was spent with the older one flirting with me when she wasn’t try to out and out grab my dick. She and her wicked bitch sister were both all quite skilled liars. They were liars, but they were not pathological liars like the bitch above. But they were pretty good liars. She basically stole $20 from me somehow or other.

The thing about these women is that like most psychopaths they are brilliant at thinking on their feet and instant decision making. Often their words, decisions, and behavior don’t seem to make sense at all and you are left wondering, “Why the Hell did she even do that? Why did she say that? How weird.”

Their behavior initially seems strange, unfathomable, and even incomprehensible. The emotion that they leave in their wake and impart on their victim is mostly chaos and confusion. Everything seems to happen very fast, and things are changing all the time. They basically wrap you into some sort of a spell with their charming lies.

My brother was visiting me at the time when this woman. I ended up taking the bitches ID (well she gave it to me) as collateral for the money I spent on her which I argued was fraud. The next day she came back to get ID, but I kept it and insisted she pay me back for the money I wasted on her of that she stole from me. What  followed was a whirlwind of behavior that was baffling, hard to follow, threw me off my toes, and was an absolutely brilliant performance.

She somehow ended up getting her ID back from me and giving me zero dollars of the money. How she did it was diabolically complex, and in fact she tried a number of plans until she found one that succeeded. Her plans and lies changed on the spot. She would figure out one set of lies or a  plan was not working and she would switch on a dime to a new plan and a new set of lies. It was almost a masterpiece performance.

After the bitch left it was like I had been hit by a hurricane that whirled into my life, caused a lot of very weird confusion and destruction, and then whirled away like a tornado before I could blink an eye. The main emotion I was left with was, “What in the Hell was that?” That meant what was this person that I just experienced.

The conclusion is that this was a female psychopath, and the feeling after they use you and vanish is the same as with a male psychopath.

People who deal with male psychopath also describe a charming man who magically appears in their lives followed by a lot of very weird behavior that someone sucks you into it. They end up harming you in one way or another, usually to get something out of you, and then they also whirl away like a funnel cloud while you are spinning in your room asking, “What the Hell was that thing I just experienced?” That “thing” was a male psychopath.

So both male and female psychopaths whirl into people’s lives in similar ways, cause a lot of somehow charming chaos and drama, and then vanish as soon as they magically appeared, leaving you used, burned, and harmed in some way or other.

And with both types you are left spinning asking yourself what the Hell you just experienced. You are asking this because ultimately the behavior of a true psychopath is quite strange and they are extremely different from most humans to the point where they almost seem like aliens.

It took a couple of days of conversation with my brother until we decoded all of the weird things she said and did. What seemed incomprehensible and baffling and counterintuitive at first was actually all part of a fiendishly brilliant master plan if you will. I assume that all psychopaths act something like this.

And the plot and dialogue of the psychopath’s master plans is so complex and hard to comprehend that I assume a lot of people never really figure out the words and behavior of the psychopath who just harmed them. Psychopaths almost have a PhD in con artistry.

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Alt Left: The Dangers of Medical Transition for Transsexuals, Especially During Childhood

I hope to do quite a few papers on this subject. In general there is no such thing as transsexualism and there is no such thing as transsexuals. Nobody is born in the wrong body.

~10% of transsexuals, mostly gay transwomen, do have a female-shifted brain, but it is not an actual female brain. Their brain is simply in between a male and female brain, so it is female-shifted if you will. But there is no one who is stuck in the  wrong body. No one has a female brain in a male body or vice versa.

And a recent flood of new cases, mostly in teenage girls, is simply a mental illness being caused by social contagion. In this sense it is quite similar to Anorexia Nervosa and in fact, these girls resemble anorexics in  many ways. All of this is completely fake. None is real at all.

I have to have some sympathy for some transsexuals, mostly gay transwomen. These boys have stubbornly insisted that they were girls from an early age such as two or three. Such cases are intransigent and resistant to treatment. I am just fine with transition for these folks.

The rest are just mostly very effeminate gay men who are so effeminate that they think  they are women, sort of an extreme form of homosexuality.

Many transmen are simply very butch lesbians. Whereas in the past they would simply have identified as lesbians and lived their lives this way (something I am just fine with in these cases as I feel it is biological), now they are insisting that they are really men and transitioning. As might be expected a lot of lesbians are pretty mad about this. They hate men enough anyway, and now many of the recent crop of lesbians are insisting that they are the hated gender. Oh noes!

Puberty blockers are catastrophic and they are being given out en masse to very young children nowadays. The results are disastrous and I think this should be done seldom if ever.

Risks of puberty blockers: Sterility and permanent loss of sexual function. Very high levels of sterility. Impairment of bone mineralization, hence weak bones that easily break. Impairment of proper hip development (females only). Results in a male hip instead of a proper hourglass shaped female hip.

Risks cross-sex hormones for MtF only: 5X rate of throboembolic disease. The estrogen causes blood clots in these men’s veins, how I have no idea. Gynecomastia, rarely reversible. These men develop female-type breasts or moobs that never  go away.

Risks of cross-sex hormones for FtM only: Hirsutism, very difficult to reverse. They will have hairy bodies for the rest of their lives even is they detransition. For instance, even if these women go back to being women, they will still have to shave their faces for the rest of their lives. Deeper voice – this is permanent.

Risks of cross-sex hormones only: Elevated heart attack rate, possibly in both sexes.

Transition unnecessary in childhood – no need for immediate transition to prevent suicide: No evidence that transition with drugs and surgery before adulthood reduces the trans suicide rate.

Fake disorder – transsexualism is not real – they are all just mentally ill: Rates of mental disorder and autism among FtM transsexuals are very high, mostly Borderline Personality Disorder and autism.

Unnecessary – goes away on its own: 80% of childhood onset gender dysphoria resolves, often with puberty.

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PUA/Game: The Varieties of Whoring Experience: Thieving Whores, Transactional Sex Whores, and Real Whores

SHI: Dude can use his girlfriend/wife as a money minting machine. I wouldn’t mind a stripper for LTR. I am as depraved as they come.

What if she doesn’t hand me over her money? I’ll just be a good pimp and beat her ass till she’s bleeding all over. I’ll fucking kill her if my ATM plans to dump me.

I wish though I were this bad though. Unfortunately I can only talk.

Those are the type of guys stripper types usually end up with, frankly. Their boyfriends are usually glorified pimps (“managers”), criminals, and often hard drug users, often dope shooters who use needles. The women’s relationships with these men are quite tumultuous, and I think they are often accused of taking the women’s money.

I very briefly dated a woman who wanted me to get her into porn and I guess be her manager. She was Black and was also a former call girl and strippogram girl.

I actually picked her up right off the street in Century City amidst the skyscrapers. Not as a whore, more as a secretary on lunch break, which is exactly what she was. She smiled and waved to me, so I pulled over. She said she was just going to get some lunch, and would I like to get some? I said sure and she jumped in. I asked why she waved me down, and she said, “Because you’re cute! I was looking for a cute guy to go to lunch with,” flashing a grin as wide as an LA freeway.

I said ok, and we had lunch on Sunset Boulevard in some place across from the Whiskey A-Go-Go. The waitress was staring at me like a robot the way they always do when you’re with a hot chick. Women are like money. It takes one to get one,  and it takes some to get some. Either way you start at zero and you stay at zero. Then we made a date for later that night.

I met her at some barber shop in South Central where she was getting her hair cut later that afternoon.

There were some old school Black men there. One had an antique Coke machine, and I engaged him about it. He told me all about it and showed me another one. He was acting pretty strange the whole time but not unfriendly at all. Maybe wary and like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  I later asked her about it and she told me that he didn’t like White men. He was nice enough to me but he did seem uncomfortable. I guess he couldn’t understand why I was so nice.

I talked to some other Black guy there about his dialect and suggested it sounded like Gulla. He told me that indeed he had come from South Carolina. Both of those Black men were pretty damn nice considering that White people never went there.

We went to her place where she lived with her Mom, but no one was home. She very suspiciously asked me for a contact number, which freaked me out just a bit, but I guess it makes sense, and I’m  well enough used to it anyway.

We men are always being suspected of being raping murderers. I gave her my Mom’s number because she wanted a contact number, I guess in case I murdered her and left her for dead in a ditch somewhere. Now why she cared what happened afterwards if I murdered her and left her in a ditch I have no idea, but perhaps she believed in postmortem justice.

So we took off for her friends’ apartment in the Wilshire District, an extremely mixed Black-White neighborhood at that time. She’s was talking about “rock cocaine” with this weird gleam in her eyes, and wasn’t not quite sure why that was.

We went inside and it quickly unfolded that this was a mixed group of young Blacks and Whites, apparently single and in their 20’s. They said they worked for the phone company. They were all smoking crack. This was very interesting as I’d never tried the stuff before and was curious.

This was 1986 and the first time I had ever tried crack. The drug had just come out and the press was full of all these over the top horror stories.

Well, back then I was a drug dealer myself, and most of the outlaw dregs and lowlifes I ran with didn’t believe any “drug war propaganda,” which we considered to be laughable scare stories. Sadly sometimes these scare stories are true.

This is where the War on Drug squares screwed up. They turned everything into a scare story, so we quit listening to everything they said. It was a Boy Who Cries Wolf scenario, and how did that story end? The wolf ate the lambs, and the dope ate some of us.

They were using glass pipes. One Black guy was on the carpet on his hands and knees, and he was pressing his forehead against the carpet like he was trying to be an ostrich, but he mistook a hardwood floor for a patch of sand. I’ve seen a lot of weird drug stuff, but that was disturbing. I was thinking, “What the Hell kind of drug is this, anyway?” I bought her a rock ($25) and we smoke it.

She sucked on the pipe like a deranged friend who was suffocating and grasping the last desperate breaths out of the pipe. I mean she was sucking on that pipe for dear life. That was downright disturbing right there. I mean if she wanted to suck my dick like that, she’d be a hero, but this was a Goddamned drug pipe!

I mean I had seen people jonesing and fiending before but mostly on pot, which was nothing like this. I had been a cocaine sniffer sporadically for nine years, especially in the last few years when I was running around LA with artists high on coke and weed, but they never jonesed or fiended like that, and I’d seen some fiends. Like out and out addicts.

We finished the rock and it was definitely an excellent high. Got me out of stupid neurotic self for about 15 minutes and then it was over. I was in  the bathroom pissing in a toilet and I saw her watching me in the doorway with lit-up eyes.  I was thinking, “That’s weird,” but that was when I first realized that females actually like to watch guys take a piss. I suppose to cock-watch. I can’t think of any other reason that’s not seriously twisted.

After 15 nice minutes, the drug wore off and I felt like crap. And more than anything else, I really wanted another damn rock to make the bad feeling go away. Which of course is the whole problem here, right? I caught onto the drug’s scam, and decided to just say no.

She was badgering me for another rock, but I was getting suspicious of this game already. She was acting like, “One more rock and then we can fuck,” but I was thinking this game could go on like this all night, and I was later told that it often does just that. And you never get a thing in the end no matter how many rocks you buy the bitch. It’s a heist.

As you might suspect she was the typical Thieving Whore type with a background as a Real Whore (Real Whores often double as Thieving Whores when they are feeling lazy or just more evil than usual), and I caught onto the “Buy me one more 20,” scam and ditched her. I went out to my car and sat there. She was supposed to join me but she never showed up, so I sat there like an idiot for 45 minutes holding my dick in my hand, feeling stupid, and getting increasingly angry.

These other Black people who were at the party showed up and told me that she was up there talking shit about me. I was thinking, “Ok, screw this bitch. She’s not getting a ride home. She can walk if she wants! It’s only ten miles away in the dark LA night! I’m sure she can make it without any problems at all!”

One of the group was a Black woman about 35 years old who looked pretty good. I went out and talked to them. She grabbed me and put her arm around me. “You come with me, baby,” so I went off with her. At one point we were in someone’s car she was shoving her tongue in my ear whispering dirty stuff while this other Black woman with her acted all grossed out.

We went up to their place, and it was another crack party. I bought her one too. The rock went around fast as the speed of light with everyone  hitting it like it was their last breath on Earth. It was creepy, weird, and actually pretty damn scary. By this time I was wise to the drug, and turned it down while I watched these maniacs suck it down like oxygen.

I looked around at the people in  the room. The people in there looked like zombies from a Night of the Living Dead movie, especially one Black man in his  40’s with black holes where his eyes were supposed to be. He has his head back on the couch with a thousand yard stare, looking like someone had suctioned his brains out, which is pretty much what had happened, except a drug did not and not a vacuum tube.

I was sitting there thinking, “This shit is literally the worst drug on Earth.” And this was my very first acquaintance with the drug called crack. As you can see, I’m not only not an idiot but I’m also a quick study.

Well, this other Black chick was all over me telling me it was her birthday and how we were going to get a hotel room and all this dirty stuff she was going to do to me. Then it turned into, “Buy me one more 20, and I get the room.” I had already heard that song before, earlier than night as a matter of fact. I kept shaking my head no.

At some point I was being escorted out of the apartment. The last I saw was a look of utter contempt on this Thieving Whore’s face. I was out $50 and all I got were a couple of makeout sessions. Lessons don’t come cheap in life.

Well, my Mom called me later the next day all freaked out, “Bob! What did you do to that girl!?” I had no idea what in God’s name she was talking about. I was like, “What?!” The woman’s Mom had called my Mom because that bitch never came home that night. Why?

Because I was her ride and I abandoned her halfway through a date and left her ass at an apartment in the Wilshire District when she lived in South Central. So I took her out on a date and stranded her halfway through the date with no ride home. I told you I’m a charmer. I told my Mom what happened, and I guess she called the woman’s Mom back.

I was pretty angry at my Mom for even suspecting that I would rape and murder some woman and leave her in a ditch somewhere. Not that this one particular woman didn’t deserve just that of course, but I don’t have it in me to do that, and of all people, my Mom ought to know for God’s sake. I’ll save that for my next life when I come back as a Serial Killer. Hopefully I can break Bundy’s record. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

So this is an example of a Thieving Whore. Thieving Whores are the worst women on Earth by far. I think most of them are psychopaths. Whores are pretty much psychopathic women anyway, and 45% of prostitutes are actual diagnosed psychopaths. The personality of The Whore (Histrionic Personality Disorder) is often considered to be nothing less than the female version of male psychopathy itself.

Thieving Whores dangle the sex or implied sex in a dating context, ask for money for something or other in the context of the date, get the money,  buy the stuff, promise the sex some more, and then vanish out the door without fulfilling their end of the bargain.

You’re left holding the bag on one hand and your dick in the other. You are $20-80 poorer and you got little if any sex out of it, or at least not what you were promised – you may have gotten a tit feel or a makeout session, but you were promised real sex, which is why you forked the money in the first place. These are far worse than actual whores who generally at least are not out and out thieves and at least give you something for your money.

These types are ubiquitous and they tend to be deep into ghetto culture. This is pretty much the only type of female who comes out of that culture. Obviously the Whore and Thieving Whore types are present in all races of women, but the Whore types are vastly more common among Black women, and the Thieving Whore types are drastically more common among Black women, with Hispanic women bringing up the rear of the gutter.

Yes, I have recently met a young White woman like this, but she didn’t get any money. As far as Whore types go, obviously there are White women like this, but there are a lot more Hispanic women, at least around here, which I found shocking.

Playing The Whore and the Thieving Whore is a young woman’s game. Young, attractive women play this role simply because they can. Older women do not play this role not because they don’t want to – they’d love to if they could get away with it – but mostly because they can’t. Now I love older women, but who’s going to pay big money for some 47 year old woman’s used up ass? Basically no one.

Not that a few don’t try, but they don’t charge much either. I am talking about the “Transactional Sex” Whores, not the Actual Prostitute Whores, which are another matter altogether.

I am not fond of Transactional Sex Whores because they pretend to be dating you when really they are nothing more than glorified Whores. They are all over dating sites looking to “date men,” but they are really just part-time prostitutes who engage in actual whoring and more commonly transactional dating out of their apartments.

Of the three – Thieving Whores, Transactional Sex Whores and Actual Whores – I actually much prefer the latter, as at least they believe in truth in advertising and give you something for your money. They are generally pretty straight up and honest, too. It’s a rare whore who steals from you.

The former two are thieves by nature, especially the first type. Not only that but these are female criminals who have devoted their entire lives to stealing from us men. To say they are the enemies of all of us men is an understatement. The fact that not only do these wenches exist at all, but more appallingly are everywhere you look makes the lie of the feminist idiocy that says we live in a patriarchy. I assure you that no true patriarchy would tolerate this silly crap for one second.

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Narcissism and Psychopathy Are on Continua Too

Very good book.

I just finished reading this book.  It it titled The Psychopath Inside: A Neuroscientist’s Personal Journey into the Dark Side of the Brain

Author is a well known neuroscientist who discovered while looking at his brain scan that he is a psychopath himself! His scan looks exactly like that of a criminal psychopath. He is what is called a prosocial psychopath. These types or even a lot of the antisocial noncriminal psychopaths types are everywhere in politics, business, law enforcement, the military, law, and medicine. Psychopaths are attracted to all of those fields and all of these areas of work are swarming with those jerks. Most antisocial noncriminal psychopaths never spend one day of their lives in a jail or prison. They are what I like to call legal criminals, always skating  just on the edge of the law. Our government (see Mr. Trump) and many corporations are full of these “legal criminals.” I don’t think too much of them honestly.

I’ve met a few apparent antisocial criminal psychopaths in my life. The last one was a 23 year old woman! You really need to stay away from them.

Every psychopath who entered my life ended up harming me. For the most part, they all stole from me. You won’t be able to befriend these people without getting used and harmed because that is exactly what they do to most if not all other humans. Nobody emerges unscathed from befriending a psychopath. You’re not going to get away with it!

Psychopathy is also a continuum, just like…everything! The PCL scale ranges from 0-40. 0’s and 40’s are not common. For instance, I assure you that I am absolutely not a 0! But I am not a psychopath either, although my score is  for sure somewhat elevated above that of  goody-goods, cop-lovers, authoritarians, and choir boys.

On the other hand, I don’t really victimize innocent people, unless you count women, but that’s debatable as all’s fair in love and war! Sexual relationships are generally outside of morality. They can be immoral but they have to be pretty bad to get to that point. Players, pump and dumpers, easy women, etc. are generally not behaving immorally.

30+ is a psychopath and 20+ has serious psychopathic traits. Even in 0-20, if you score a 6 on the scale, and someone else scores a 12, they will appear more psychopathic to you. If we look at the scale that way and pick out everyone who clearly has elevated psychopathy, we are talking about 10-20% of the population or maybe more. Maybe a lot more.

Most everything else in the world that is a subjective quality  is a continuum too. Philosophically, qualities and objects are different things. Objects are objective and generally are not on a continuum. An object either exists or it doesn’t, 100 or zero. There’s no such thing as part of an object or an object that is only there a little bit but not completely there.

For instance, all humans are narcissistic and you can score that on a scale too. Narcissism and self-esteem mean the same thing! So low narcissism means low self-esteem. And high narcissism means high self-esteem, which is considered to be normal and is actually thought of as good mental health, although some folks might find people with big egos like this a bit much.

Here we are into people who are vain, conceited, self-centered, etc. but nevertheless normal. None of those three things are indicative of narcissism.

Sure narcissists have all of those in spades, but narcissism goes far beyond that. Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) is pathological narcissism (Trump), and if you have been around anyone like that, trust me, they are real bastards and get on your nerves real fast if you are reasonably sane.

They are very annoying people and actually they are rather mean, ugly, and hostile in many ways. NPD’s are not very nice people!They are also profoundly selfish. They really don’t care about you! It’s all about them. What’s all about them? Everything. Face it, you’re either a taker or a giver in life. Narcissists are takers, not givers. They don’t necessarily take from everyone, but they definitely don’t give to much of anyone either. All of their stuff, material and otherwise, is for them.

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

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 kill these 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. 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 as the femme fatale or the basic “whore” personality.

They’re mostly lousy women, 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.

They 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, but 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 has 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 gets 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, “Hey, 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?

HPD 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.”

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, or up, down, or all around, this way or that, up or down, forwards or backwards. 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 smokes. Straight Scotch, no water. 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 a lot done and achieve a lot of things, albeit sometimes via nefarious means. I would say that our culture itself is essentially sociopathic or Cluster B. 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/psychobitches from Hell at least part the time. They’re not very nice people.

But our society likes angry, aggressive, Type A extroverted assholes. We are an “asshole society.” Look at our president. Real careful. 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 fucking 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.

A lot of HPD’s have the callous exploitative character of the prostitute.

A lot of female porn stars seem to be pretty 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 then afterwards. Suicides are surprisingly common. I would not get involved with a porn star if I were you.

All of these prostitute types are exploitative, mercenary women who regard men as walking ATM’s and, like all “whore” types, are 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 describe.

Many prostitutes, strippers, and porn stars are low level thieves. Callous, hard, cold thieving bitches.

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A Look at Cluster A Personality Disorders

Cluster A are the odd personality disorders. They’re not so much awful people as they are simply so odd and strange that you can’t have much of a human relationship with them. Their general theme is to drive people away from them in some way or another.
Schizoids are ok, but they are very annoying. It’s generally impossible to have any decent human relationship with someone like this because…well…they don’t do human relationships. I’ve talked to Schizoids but I have never really known one in real life. You are unlikely to run across a Schizoid in life because they are such extreme loners that they simply don’t get involved with other humans at all.
Schizotypals simply have a mild form of schizophrenia and are more or less impossible to deal with in ways that are similar to how schizophrenics can’t be dealt with but on a lesser scale. They are also quite suspicious and paranoid. They have awful social skills and conversations with them degenerate and start getting tangential and strange pretty quickly. They will give off a feeling of alienation and weirdness that would probably make you want to get away from them.
I had a girlfriend who had Schizotypal traits, but she was mostly just a Borderline. When she was off into her schizotypal strangeness, it was like talking to someone from another planet. She would be saying weird and odd things that didn’t make a lot of sense and the conversation had the creepy feel of someone who is way out there and is not really with the rest of us at all. I eventually broke up with her on the grounds that she was too crazy for me. It was like dating a Martian.
I’ve never met or talked to an actual full-blown Schizotypal, so I don’t know much about them. I don’t see how you can have a decent relationship with someone like this. They’re too crazy for that. You usually won’t meet schizotypals because they are extreme loners who don’t do human relationships. They are suspicious, withdrawn and don’t talk much. They give off vibes of trying to drive you away. When at home, they often get quite shut-in and don’t want to go outside.
Paranoids I do not understand very well, but I hear they are hard to deal with too. They can also often be angry. Their constant suspicion drives you crazy and relationships with these people must be hard to deal with. You often won’t meet Paranoids either because, well, they’re too paranoid! They shy away from most relationships too and even if you work with them, they probably won’t reveal much of their disorder. They also give off serious “get away from me” vibes.
None of these people are easy to get along with. It’s going to be hard to have a decent human relationship with any of these people.
Of course Cluster B’s are awful human beings. I’ve gone into them before on this site.
 
 

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A Look at Dependent and Avoidant Personality Disorders

Avoidants differ a lot, but you can’t have a relationship with someone like that either. I knew an Avoidant once for two weeks. I lived with him and some other people. Everyone in the house regarded him as a complete asshole. His APD took the form of actually avoiding people to the point of seeming mean. This is how he drove people away from him. They often literally shove people away from them and they can seem hostile or aggressive when they do this.
You are also likely to not run into Avoidants in your life because, well, they avoid other people! Even if you meet one, it will be hard for you or others to figure out that they are Avoidants. There were three other people living in the house I was staying at, and none of them believed that he was APD. They didn’t even know what APD was. The woman who lived there, a girlfriend of mine, actually liked him but realized how screwed up he was. The two men who lived there hated him and described him as an “asshole.” This is because their extreme avoidance can appear mean and sometimes they flat out are mean when they are trying to shove you away.
People with Dependent Personality Disorder are complete wimps and they are often incompetent. The best way to describe is that they are grownup babies. These are adults that never really grew up. Their wimpiness and pathetic dependency drive everyone around them nuts. They are often very nice, kind, decent people. Some DPD are very nice and have a lot of a good relationships with women, including a lot of friendships. Why grown women put up with these wimpy men, I have no idea, but a lot of people like a friendly person. I’ve never met an actual DPD person, nor have I spoken to one.

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A Look at Passive-Aggressive Personality Disorder

Passive-Aggressive Personality Disorder is just horrible. They’re awful people too but it’s hidden most of the time, and you can’t see it. The clue is the word aggression in the name of the disorder. They’re displaying out and out aggression a good part of the time. However, they do so passively, so it is not obvious.
The aggression is not always passive though, and if you get on their case about the car they were supposed to fix in two days but it’s now been three weeks, they blow an Old Faithful geyser through the ceiling.
You are the evil person for “pressuring” them. Their wild, towering rages are a sight to behold. They try to make you feel guilty for pressuring them to, for instance, complete a basic task reasonably on time? But that’s too much to ask. You don’t understand all the pressures they are under except they don’t have any pressures except things they made up. Don’t you realize they didn’t have time to do because they had so many other things to do? Well, they didn’t but this is the lie they tell to themselves. The endless putting off of jobs they are tasked to do is their way of secretly giving you the finger.
They stew in resentment all the time. Life’s not fair. Everybody picks on them. They’re misunderstood. People won’t stop “pressuring” them and “hassling” them, for instance about that car that they said would be done in two days that they now stretched out to three weeks.
They “forget” to do all sorts of things. They’re were going to call you? Whoops! They “forgot.” They were supposed to go to your Dad’s funeral? Whoops! They “forgot” again. They’re not forgetting anything. Their memories are fine. “Forgetting” is another way that they resentfully give you the finger for wronging them in some way or another. They’re getting back at you.
A lot of their passive-aggressive behavior is resent-fueled paybacks and revenge for something you supposedly did to them somehow. Or maybe they’re not mad at you at all. Maybe they’re mad at the world. Who knows? You will never get an answer out of them because they all have zero insight and if you bring up their passive-aggressive behaviors, they blow a 50 amp fuse because you hit too close to home.
Some of them get lost in grandiose fantasies that never come to fruition. You know, that silver mine they were going to open up that would bring in $500,000/year? Or was it millions? Oh yes, that. They were going on about that ten years ago. Nothing ever came of it and nothing ever comes of any of their grandiose schemes. If you bring it up the scheme that never happened you get a fog bank of obfuscation blown your way. What silver mine? There was no silver mine. Anyway, let’s change the subject. They never get much of anything done and are behind on everything all the time. They’re not achievers. They’re anti-achievers. On some level they know this, so this may be why they retreat into grandiose fantasy as a defense against their general failure to get much of anything done in life.
On the surface, they often appear so passive that they seem disgusting. Straight OCPD men can seem so passive that they are often feminine and during times of stress, they can become out and out effeminate to where you would be sure that they are gay. They don’t take initiative. They don’t do well with women for this reason and they tend to hook up with bossy, bitchy women who wear the pants and beat them up and push them around all day. Of course, this just reinforces their general resentment against the world at large. They’re often always right. You can’t correct them or tell them they are wrong. They blow a frustrated fuse that looks like a spouting oil well that struck oil. Their rages have a sense of self-righteousness and frustration about them.
PAPD’s differ a lot. I have only known one PAPD in my life and unfortunately, yes, he’s a monster. You have to walk on eggshells around him all the time. And he’s such a big pussy that it’s disgusting. I knew someone else, now dead, who was also very passive aggressive, but I am not sure he had PAPD. He was a lot nicer, but his wife kicked his ass 24-7 and he could never get anything done. He would still have Christmas cards from several years back that he never opened. He had huge piles of stuff everywhere that “he was going to get around to deal with” except he “never found the time.” He was passive-aggressive, but I am not sure if he was PAPD. I suspect that true PAPD’s are pretty awful people and are quite abrasive, like most personality-disordered people.

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A Look at Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder

Obsessive-compulsive PD’s are truly awful people, I am sorry. They just are. I knew my father for over 50 years of my life. They’re not ok.
The problem is because of their extreme conformity, workaholism, and morality, a lot of people who know them they are “fine upstanding people.” Only the people who live with them know what monsters they really are. That’s why no one believed my siblings and I when we talked about what a lousy father my Dad was. All the other adults of his generation thought he was the star of the neighborhood – a classic, fine, upstanding, good, hard-working, moral family man. That’s the face they put on to everyone else. They know exactly what they are doing, and they can control themselves most of the time. They just choose not to control themselves around their loved ones because they can get away with treating loved ones like crap.
OCPD often takes the form of hostility, constant criticism, and rages.
They project all the time and go around pointing out everybody else’s faults. Everyone else is lazy, messy, immoral, and incompetent.
They’re prigs. They’re always calling you evil in some way or another because you are probably inherently immoral.
You’re always a slob, no matter what. They love to go through other people’s stuff and clean it up. They often go through other people’s stuff and throw a lot of the other person’s possessions away.
They work constantly and they never have fun. They try to force everyone around them to do this too and if you don’t, you’re evil or sinful.
Having fun is evil or sinful and you need to be ashamed of yourself. They hate parties. You go on vacations with them, and they spend the whole time working, being uptight, and yelling at people. They are like martyr-saints who believe that life is crap, and life is nothing but suffering. Hence, suffering and constant deliberate deprivation are noble things.
They are frustrated all the time.
They are tightwads. They hate spending money except on necessities and paying off debt. Spending money for fun is literally sinful, and you should be ashamed of yourself. They’re stingy with money. If you need money as a college student, they might grudgingly give you five bucks.
They have no insight whatsoever and they have a defensive structure that is so elaborate that it is like an Escher + Goya painting combined with a Rube Goldberg device. The defenses literally have layers upon layers, trap doors, fake entrances, and the craziest fortifications you have ever seen. If you try to point out their OCPD nonsense, they fly into wild rages because it really hits home.
They can’t delegate any responsibility for any job because everyone else is incompetent, so they have to fix everything themselves. Except they don’t know how to fix anything. They try to get you to help them and then scream at everything you do because everything you do is wrong because you are inherently incompetent.
They are masochistic and are always taking on thankless tasks that other “incompetent” people won’t do. They stay late at work fixing the work of the “incompetents.”
They’re never wrong and they’re always right. Everyone else is always wrong and never right. They’re perfect and everyone else isn’t and needs to be constantly criticized for being such screw-ups.
They are always making long lists of things to do, but then they hardly do any of them. They get lost in the endless planning of the project such that the project itself never really gets going. They can’t see the forest for the trees. They can’t see the big picture.
They put everything off to the last minute, and then they run around frantically, hollering in frustration all the time, doing all the tasks that they put off to the end because now they are in a terrible time bind.
They’re control freaks in a covert way that is not obvious.
They hate change. They are some of the most rigid people you will ever meet. They hate anything new.
They are perfectionists and a lot of their own work is never good enough and needs endless revisions.
They’re always tense and uptight and rarely relax.

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A Brief Look at Histrionic Personality Disorder

Rahul: Have you ever been acquainted with someone with Histrionic Personality Disorder. Is so, can you describe your experience?

I never known one of this particular variety of human monster, thank God for that.
Very, very bad. HPD is the personality of “the whore.” Pornstars, prostitutes, strippers, sexworkers of all types. One reason not to date or get involved with prostitute-type women is because this is the personality that most of them have. Get involved with a prostitute and you get involved with a monster, female version.
Mata Hari was the original HPD. The HPD woman is the “femme fatale.” She’s a black widow. She will draw you into her web and kill you one way or another. A lot of people think that HPD is how psychopathy manifests in the female or feminine character. Men become psychopaths; women (and effeminate men) become HPD’s. ~75% of male HPD’s are gay or bisexual. It’s basically a female disorder.
Basically, they’re monsters. Just another group of Cluster B psychos that will ruin your life like the Borderlines, Narcissists, Psychopaths, and the rest of the motley crew.
Similar to other Cluster B personality disorders, Histrionic Personality Disorder forums are often tumultuous and frequently have to be either policed or shut down due to HPD’s coming in, starting fights and making huge scenes.
And also similar to other Cluster B forums, HPD forums usually have few to no HPD’s (because they don’t think there is anything wrong with themselves) and instead are full of the victims of HPD’s, sort of like how Borderline and Narcissistic PD forums are mostly full of the victims of these particular type of monsters. Antisocial PD forums instead are full of psychopaths because psychopaths love being psychopaths and like to run around on stage shouting to the world how cool it is to be a psychopath. Psychopaths literally think being a psychopath is fun. Antisocial behavior is actually their idea of a good time, believe it or not.

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