Part of you doesn’t accept that he is a sociopath (if he is) and/or wants to still believe the fantasies he mirrored for you. Recognizing sociopaths is not an exercise of the mind, but a soul deep emotional realization that the person presented doesn’t exist and never could.
To the de Blasio administration, I hereby volunteer to take out the NYPD’s psychopathic trash, gratisPosted in General with tags carl andre, cops, de blasio administration, dorothy o. lewis, lived life, lynn de vecchio, m. gladwell, mentally ill evil, narcissism, nypd, people of the lie, police, psychopath, rigid narcissist, scott peck on March 19, 2014 by pathwhisperer
Well not exactly gratis, I would request the freedom to publish the results of the brain scans, plus publishing a detailed study of select individuals (some of whom I already have in mind) including their brain scans, DNA sequences and facial images.
I think the study need be done only on whiteshirts and other rank-holding officers, due to the sheer numbers in the force. Though already of interest blue shirts should be considered. Basically however, psychopathic blueshirts will take their cue from what they observe. This is what lower level psychopaths have always done, they always know their place on the food chain (or speedily end up in jail).
Over the Bloomberg/Kelly years there were high profile news stories of rapes by psychopathic officers. These officers simply interpreted the license given by the out of control and obviously unconstitutional (opinions of judges and lawyers not needed) stop-and-frisk policies as creating an open air prison. This led blueshirts who were psychopathic to feel they had the power to do whatever they wanted. They seemed to feel they were above the law (http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/nyc-crime/rapist-ex-nypd-asks-shorten-75-year-prison-term-article-1.1610805). Obviously this was not intended by Bloomberg and Kelly. But give psychopaths an inch, and they’ll take a mile, every time.
I’m often found by such searches as “do psychopaths run in gangs.” Absolutely they do. You see it in every walk of life, including police forces. You see it in courts with psychopathic jurors siding with psychopathic defendants or collusion among psychopathic prosecuting attorneys, defense attorneys and judges to tilt the scales in favor of the psychopathic party (the Carl Andre and Lynn de Vecchio cases come to mind as possibilities). The point of this paragraph is that concentrating on the white shirts should have a ripple effect upon the entire police force, making that smaller search sufficient. If desired of course I could handle the entire force (if paid).
I wish to state that I am not anti-police officer. I appreciate serious policing, both large and small, as much as anyone else. I will be forever grateful to a couple of anonymous officers who saved me and an associate from an almost certain violent mugging. I was having some shots taken for acting purposes. The photographer wanted to catch the soft late afternoon light with the East River in the background. Leaving the waterside park by a ramp to street level, we noticed a group of approaching hard eyed thirty-somethings silently communicating with a similar group behind us. Suddenly their predator like concentration ceased and their eyes focused far out in the field behind us, where a police blue and white was sitting. I have no doubt that the officers recognized exactly what was about to happen and were acting to prevent it. Without their presence we would had to have simultaneously acted completely oblivious about the situation and gotten through the advancing pincer using whatever force was necessary before the rear pincer closed on us. Once they both had we would almost certainly have been overpowered and ended up rolling on the ground in pain or knocked out. My friend would have lost thousands of dollars of camera equipment and I would have lost a few thousand dollars of borrowed clothes and whatever money we had.
On the other side, I have sometimes bought and sold musical instruments, sometimes from trunks of cars and sometimes in toney neighborhoods. Occasionally residents called the police to have us checked out. If a cruiser came by slowly we’d step back to give a good view and wave or nod to the officer, who’d nod back. No problem.
I’m an activist but throwing molotov cocktails at law enforcement personnel (or anyone else obviously) as happened in the Ukraine recently is simply murder or attempted murder, absolutely criminal.
Finally I’m grateful to a local detective who gave me the phone number and name in connection with a harassing calls complaint. I spoke to the individual, he claimed that he had made the calls in trying to fax material to a local newspaper. I don’t believe that was the situation. I am sure that the calls came from an ex of mine. For years she’d call me up with fax polling calls, both at home and at work. She also always knew where I worked and what shift. This detective helped on a couple related phone numbers. I also asked him if the precinct was investigating me for some reason (as opposed to my ex harassing me through her cop friends and their police powers). He said no.
This introduces my personal log in this fire. Some years ago a psychopathic officer stopped his car to ask me some question he clearly didn’t care about, around 2 or 3 in the morning. I was in the habit of walking home from the World Financial Center after midnight, some 8 miles or so, a few times a week – I had a lot to think about, I had gone through a rough breakup and my ex had been ‘befriended’ by a group of psychopathic police officers. It seemed this was his way of letting me know he was one of them. Somehow I immediately recognized him as both a cop and a psychopath (probably by his arrogance) and said, if I recall correctly, ‘you’re whorehouse is a block behind us and your precinct house’s about three blocks over’. I had seen unmarked police cars ferrying prostitutes back and forth some four, five times. Every precinct has both a brothel and a station house (http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/jaynie-mae-baker-plead-guilty-soccer-mom-madam-case-sources-article-1.1136172, https://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/jaynie-mae-baker-plead-guilty-soccer-mom-madam-case-sources-article-1.1136172). There are both bad apple cops and bad apple precincts.
Years later this same officer, by then a white shirt I believe, was parked outside my building for a couple hours with this ex, on the night of my birthday. They obviously knew my schedule, as they were waiting for me when I got home from work around 1 am. They must have worried that I might flip out, because they had a blue and white Explorer parked at a nearby fire hydrant, it’s interior lights on, the three officers looking totally miserable.
What they were doing for a couple hours right outside my building on my birthday I don’t know. But I would like to know if there was soundtrack playing and exactly what it was and exactly how they got it.
Shortly after our breakup, this ex had approached me in the local post office and apologized for her behavior, saying that sometimes “she got maniacal.” This was putting it mildly, as far as I was concerned it was as though she had been taken over by aliens. I no longer even recognized the person looking out of her eyes. I had never experienced anything like it. Suddenly it was ‘who are you and why are you bothering me?’ from someone whom I could no longer recognize, who I thought I knew as well as the back of my hand.
Lost in Space’s Will Robinson to his father who, having been taken over by an alien, was about to throw Will to his death, ‘Dad, it’s me Will. Your son. You just gotta remember, you just gotta remember.’
Dorothy O. Lewis, from M. Gladwell’s The New Yorker article, Crime and Science – DAMAGED (http://www.newyorker.com/archive/1997/02/24/1997_02_24_132_TNY_CARDS_000377330): “Lewis recalls, “I was testifying, and I looked down at the defense table and David wasn’t there. You know, David is a sweetie. He has a softness and a lovable quality. Instead, seated in his place there was this glowering kind of character, and I interrupted myself. I said, ‘Excuse me, Your Honor, I just wanted to call to your attention that that is not David.’ Everyone just looked.” In the end, the judge vacated Wilson’s death sentence.” http://gladwell.com/damaged/
Narcissists live by the rule ‘baby feels no pain’, everybody else is expendable. Like psychopaths others can be written out of their lives as seemingly easily as turning a page.
Sadly that encounter in the post office was the last time I ever saw that person as I had known her. Though I do think she came forward occasionally. For a while she called my answering machine machine 15 to 20 times a day. It had to be her because after reporting this to the police it stopped immediately, obviously they had tipped her off. Also she’d make fax polling calls, for years, to both home and work numbers of mine (even through job and shift changes). A few times I received touch tone calls of SOS dots and dashes.
She was in therapy the whole time I knew her, three private sessions a week plus group therapy. She also said she had spent time in mental hospitals, though I never knew why. Her therapist should have hospitalized her at the point of her dissociation above (‘going maniacal’, also, she once told me that there was a voice in the back of her head that was always belittling her and telling her that her hopes and aspirations would never work out — it seems this personality took over). Instead the therapist allowed psychopaths in group therapy to manipulate her and then pass her on to manipulating psychopaths in the local precinct (that psychopaths were allowed into group therapy with non-psychopaths is incompetent to the point of criminality (its like throwing piranhas in with the goldfish), her clients should sue her for malpractice).
Sadly, strangely, and, in fact, down right bizarrely this is not just ancient history. Recently, the therapist’s husband, himself a therapist, lunged his car (containing also his son) from a standing start to where I was crossing in the parking lane. If I had tripped it would have been murder. I was just walking by and he floors the car from some twenty feet away, forcing me to leap or be killed. As I made the sidewalk and spun towards the car I recognized him and saw his face frozen in fear and hate. I have no explanation whatsoever. I had not interacted with him in years and years. Somehow it seems someone is scaring them in regards to myself, I suspect Cap’n Psycho, the psychopathic white shirt. Its called character assassination.
I’ve had no interactions with my ex either. I haven’t spoken to her since she dragged me into mediation, years and years and years ago. After her ‘sometimes I go maniacal’ I was distraught and went half crazy trying to figure out why an individual would chose narcissism (all non biological emotional disturbances are choices, though on a deep soul level). So when I ran into her I’d try to reach the non-maniac. They were extremely brief conversations, she’d quickly walk away, this took place maybe 4 or so times, totally unpredictably. I was very careful not to cross any line to harassment or stalking so there was no cause to take me to court. I stopped trying to reach her after the mediation and I never spoke to her again, keeping a verbal promise in that session. Actually I don’t believe I even know what she looks like anymore. It seems she had plastic surgery.
Years and years ago my wife and I were eating in a local restaurant. After we were seated I noticed my ex’s therapy group. I had met them all at a wedding of two of their members years earlier. I looked but I did not see my ex. But I did notice a leering psychopath who kept grinning at me. Later that night, around 3 or 4 am, two fax polling calls came in. When I traced the number it was my ex’s. I recall once having told her that I hoped she would never wake up in the middle of night saying ‘oh my god, what have I done.’
To my knowledge I haven’t seen her since even before this dinner. I should have seen her 2-3 times a year coming and going from her nearby therapy, as I did in the past. However I have occasionally seen someone vaguely familiar staring at me, sometimes in the company of the same leering psychopath at the dinner. I did see unmarked police cars (it seems) regularly parked outside her therapist’s (on the main thoroughfare of this area, I’ve walked by that street crossing hundreds of times in the normal course of the day for decades). I came to suspect these cars were Cap’n Psycho’s or his crew’s. I remember thinking, ‘Is this for real? So this means this is her therapy time?’ This brings up the question, how much taxpayer money, over the years, did he dedicate to ‘protecting’ her from absolutely nothing at all?
I would also sometimes see these same cars parked on my block, they seemed to know my schedule, or they would go slowly by if I were sitting at a sidewalk cafe, or follow me down the street about a block behind at walking pace. If I took a picture of one of these cars engaged in harassment, fireworks could ensue. One, the particular car would never show up again, I don’t know if it was moved out of the precinct or what. Two, they seemed to take this as a hostile act and auxiliary cops would be posted on my corner for days and regular cops would be posted at the therapist’s corner. They were all very hostile, once a cop at the therapist’s corner actually unlatched his holster while staring angrily at me.
Years had gone by before that dinner. My life had gone on. I had gotten married and I married for love. First I had to fall out of love with my ex (though obviously she owns a piece of my soul). I finally had to accept that dissociation was a choice. And that I would never reach that person who’d send me the touch tone SOSs. This isn’t as weird as it sounds, narcissists are normal human beings with souls and soul deep emotions and needs, sometimes the soul will come forward and ‘possess’ the individual. This is true for every narcissist I have ever known, and I grew up with them. It doesn’t mean much however, it’s always temporary.
Not only that but I had broken free from a burdensome romantic yoke that had enslaved me for decades. I had spent some twenty years pursuing narcissists, trying to persuade them to come in from the cold. I was never remotely successful. Usually they were also incest victims, sometimes bisexuals who hated any man who turned them on, sometimes prostitutes, sometimes all three. I had some kind of radar that enabled me to find them, and, sadly, I’d leave ‘a happy home’ for the chance. A little violin music please. In the end, I had a dream in which I was saying goodbye to a woman and just crying and crying. Great gulping cries like a little child. Not wanting to cry anymore I ripped myself awake and thereafter found myself free to fall in love as my soul desired. Its unfortunate that I hadn’t had that dream/gone through those soul changes twenty years earlier – a home in the suburbs, . . . etc., etc.
Both of these steps required a couple years and we were engaged for a further 2 years or so. So by the time of that dinner she and I were old history to me. If she had gotten plastic surgery as safety from me then that was deeply pathological. So pathological that her therapist couple should again have hospitalized her. Particularly since I believe she had a young child by then. Young children can psychologically detach from a parent disfigured in an accident, let alone one disfigured by choice.
From the standpoint of her narcissistic personality construct, plastic surgery driven by hysteric fear made a certain kind of sense. She once told me that she understood the thinking of a narcissistic relative of mine, that she had used to think like that. She essentially described an exhausting ‘Dutch boy at the dike’ thinking pattern with reality forever trying to make it through to the narcissist, past the narcissist’s eternal vigilance. This is why Scott Peck, in his book, The People of the Lie, describes narcissistic thinking as unfollowable loops and loop de loops (paraphrasing). He also describes them as having ghastly elderly years, as the flesh weakens, so does the will — the truths of the frustrated soul then bear in on the narcissist. All narcissists hate dreaming for the same reason, dreams are the realm of the soul, not the will. Scott Peck writes that narcissists are addicted to the will, I prefer to say that they only accept the will as being of themselves, emotions are a manipulation from outside the self. In severe cases love is the challenge that must not go unanswered. Fear and hysteria would have helped her maintain her narcissistic reality. It was something that would strengthen the ‘Dutch boy’ at his desperate task.
It would back up her will, as it were. It seems Cap’n Psycho was more than willing to oblige. Would a psychopath spend years and years keeping a vulnerable person on the knife edge of insanity? Sure. Without normal drives and aspirations but normal intelligence (or greater than normal) they need to find ways to occupy themselves. Ways that feed their self-perceived superiority. I’ve known psychopaths to run gaslighting or character assassination campaigns for years.
Further Cap’n Psycho needs to hide his own criminal acts. This is a horse he can’t get off of. The first act of ‘harassment by cop’ of me could have ended his career. Now, years and years and years later, he’s facing serious time as well as an end to his career. At one time I feared he and his psycho crew (they are really sick, complete psychopaths who shouldn’t be allowed to mingle with society) might murder my ex to protect themselves, but now the circle of knowledge has spread way too far. Is he trying to incite someone to kill me? The therapist husband’s driving was attempted murder.
At various times I have tried to bring this to the attention of superior law enforcement, but not successfully. The Civilian Complaint Review Board and Internal Affairs wanted a level of proof I could not possibly have provided. ‘Sure, give me police investigative powers and the power of subpoena and I’ll come back with a proven case.’ That’s impossible. I even contacted the FBI. A couple times I also approached the DA’s office. But of course they depend on the police to build their cases. The last thing they want to do is investigate and prosecute policeman unless massively forced to. It’s a built-in conflict of interest. I did try very hard however. I went down to the DA’s office, filled out complaint forms, argued and argued, etc. All to no avail. There needs to an independent prosecutors office dedicated to police misbehavior. Otherwise psychopathic officers will and do run riot.
I was talking to an attorney not long ago. He said my story (and it was only a sliver of the story) didn’t make any sense to him, “individuals become police officers to serve and protect.” Really now. Isn’t that nice, the universe is dependent on what makes sense to us or not? What I have gone through doesn’t make any sense to me, do I get to ignore it?
Back to narcissism, I once witnessed half of a conversation between a narcissistic relative and an old friend dying of cancer. After the call, my relative said that he/she would probably never talk to that person again, that they had never really been friends anyway. I knew this was a lie. I believe I know exactly what took place in my relative’s mind. First, vast mourning at the prospect of losing a long and close friend. Then panic at the reminder of his/her own mortality. At that point, the narcissistic construct came forward, ‘I can save you, do you want me to?’ ‘Yes, yes.’ ‘No problem, that dying person was no friend, you have no, and never had any, feelings for that dying person, ever.’ ‘Yes, of course, what was the dying persons name again? Thank you, thank you.’ Baby feels no pain — that’s the narcissist’s mantra.
If one can redefine emotions on the fly, think what a ‘get out of jail free card’ that would be. For extreme narcissists, love can be hate, hate can be love. Their will dictates what emotion the mind should feel. But this ability comes at huge price. They give up a lived life. Narcissists can never truly attach to or love another. They can’t even ever know anyone on a soul level. This includes a spouse, siblings or their own child. Their false construct needs the freedom to cut free any source of unhappiness at any time. The will must always be able to conquer the emotions. Assuming my ex did have plastic surgery, in a sense it was to kill that part of her that still loved me.
However narcissists do have souls, they do have soul deep needs and emotions, thus they open themselves to narcissistic catastrophe. It’s truly one of the ghastliest things to witness in the psychological world. Personality destruction is simply the start.
My father was told as a little boy that Quakers don’t get angry. It’s insane saying that to a two year old. He and his siblings must have decided that their parents loved them, but just didn’t love their emotions which they split off from. I had the misfortune as a child of attending the division of property among them after my grandmother passed away. It was as though the baby spiders had all returned to the home web, desperate to find the love owed to them by birthright. ‘Where’s the love that’s just mine, it’s got to be here somewhere. Mine, mine, mine.’ It was a totally loveless family. My father had a terrible, lingering death bed – and not once did he talk to anyone, or wish to, of his original family. It’s worth noting that monster families normally last generations.
I have other relatives who have never had an emotion off the grayscale, let alone pastels, let alone living color, and who hate anyone with more lifeforce than that of an amoeba. Narcissism is an aggressive emotional illness, they are terribly threatened by non-narcissists. They are not content to sit in a corner and be narcissistic by themselves. I think my ex’s downhill slide started with her narcissistic therapist pushing her to reestablish ties with her psychopathic mother (she had cut all contact, moved with no forwarding address, etc.). We wondered why she was doing this. My ex even said that it seemed over the line for a therapist. The reason is very simple. Her insane narcissistic therapist couldn’t stand to see her escape to a lived life.
There’s actually nothing strange about an individual seeking out a therapist with their own defect or the defect of a parent. They would feel right at home. It is very sad however.
As you may or may not have noticed, I’ve divided time into ‘years’, ‘years and years’, ‘years and years and years’. If I told you the actual number of years you wouldn’t believe me, you’d say it was crazy. It is crazy, it’s psychopath crazy. I might have a Guinness world record for duration of police harassment or harassment by an ex through the police. Now there’s a question, who’s the master manipulator here, Cap’n Psycho, or my ex who used the police to harass, monitor, spy on my. I think I’d settle for 2-3 million a year for character assassination, emotional stress and torture, invasion of privacy, impact on my career/employment/earnings, etc.
Wow . . . that’d be quite a bit. I’d put together a country western band, buy an old Winnebago, paint my picture on the side, hit the road – PW and the Lonesome Sombreros. I don’t understand young people, if there’s no slide guitar it ain’t country. I was down at a local country bar one night, there were more people in the band than in the whole bar, we were doing “Help Me Make it Through the Night”, one couple was on the dance floor. After we finished, the male of the couple came up to me, shook my hand saying. “Thanks so much. You don’t know, but you just saved my marriage, Thank you, thank you.” Obviously they had been fighting and made up during the song. I remember thinking, “Wow, just wow. This is why I am what I am. This is why I do what I do. All those years in acting school, worth it. No soul deadening 9 to 5 job for me. . . . Oh, wait, I work 9 to 5. . . . this is just a hobby. Oh yeah, a hobby . . . .” Oh well. When I started singing publicly I used to give free performances at old folks homes. I wouldn’t say I was inflicting myself on them but I was less than professionally consistent. I was at this one home once presenting American standards with a pianist. We were doing “Autumn Leaves.” In the front one elderly lady was singing along with her eyes closed, tears streaming down her face, she looked simultaneously extremely sad and extremely happy. Obviously while the song lasted she was once again with a departed love.
Related posts to this: http://pathwhisperer.wordpress.com/2012/01/09/for-the-record-private-message-transmitted-publicly/; http://pathwhisperer.wordpress.com/2012/03/11/from-country-of-liars-character-assassination/; http://pathwhisperer.wordpress.com/2011/06/05/search-are-narcissists-attracted-to-sociopaths/
This search just found me. Regarding psychopathic fathers, this happens all the time. Being in arrested development, the dads view this as the equivalent of childhood sex games. It varies from such games to full sexual relations. The sons often gain a taste for such activity and maintain same sex affairs on the side of normal heterosexual life stories.
I strongly suspect this happened to Rudy Giuliani, it would explain many things. I am absolutely certain that his father was a psychopath. The children of psychopaths tend to have deeply humiliated personalities with similar humiliation patterns. They are very easy to recognize, though they can sometimes be mistaken for psychopaths themselves. I also recommend Wayne Barrett’s book, Rudy! (http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rudy-wayne-barrett/1004482941).
News items with that psychopathic flavor. Most of these I will hardly comment on. Feel free to ask me to elaborate on any psychopathic aspect if you wish.
Police: Teen Tricked Oklahoma Walmart Managers Out Of Nearly $30,000
NORMAN, Okla. (CBS Houston) – A 17-year-old scammed 3 Oklahoma Walmart stores out of nearly $30,000, reports KFOR-TV.
At a Walmart in Moore, the teen “acted as if he was a general manager from another store,” says the police report. He told the managers he was doing an inventory before corporate higher ups came to inspect them after the holidays. http://houston.cbslocal.com/2014/02/08/police-teen-tricked-oklahoma-walmart-managers-out-of-nearly-30000/
Don’t think for a second that these managers were stupid. Psychopaths are simply that good.
Hamptons Group Home Workers Allegedly Ran ‘Developmentally Disabled Fight Club’
. . . Kagan said one group home worker shot cell phone video while three others raucously laughed, as they encouraged two severely disabled men to fight.
“They encouraged them to strike each other – one knocking over the other in the wheelchair – and then rewarding them with praise,” Kagan said.
The disabled men – in their 50s but with the mental capacity of preschoolers – were residents of the Independent Group Home Living program in Hampton Bays. http://newyork.cbslocal.com/2014/02/06/long-island-group-home-workers-allegedly-forced-developmentally-disabled-people-to-fight/
Psychopaths like to video their own crimes mostly because they aren’t self referential. To truly enjoy their crimes they need feedback from outside. Also of course, if it’s on video they get to enjoy the good times all over again. They seem to really enjoy kicking dogs when they are down. Perhaps only one of the perps is psychopathic, no need for all of them to be. (It should be pointed out that these are only allegations at this point, the case might turn out to be not as strong as it currently appears.)
Federal Police Officer Accused Of Sending Nude Selfie To Woman Who Needed Help
. . . “Officer, did you send this … a naked picture of yourself?”
The picture is almost a full-length nude. He allegedly sent it to the woman’s cell phone.
“It’s shocking,” she said, “No one has ever sent me a nude selfie before. Let alone a police officer who I was going to him for help.” http://losangeles.cbslocal.com/2014/01/27/only-on-2-federal-police-officer-accused-of-sending-nude-selfie-to-woman-who-needed-help/
Some psychopaths are incredibly manipulative Don Juans that read every emotion, others just don’t get it. Congressman Bob Packwood, ‘sometimes you hit a home run and you’re a hero, sometimes you strike out and you’re a zero.’
Her kids are with woman who killed her own children
Twenty years ago, Kristine Cushing shot and killed her two daughters in their sleep.
Cushing was found not guilty by reason of temporary insanity, but her action 20 years ago has Trish Conlon fearing the safety of her two teenage sons today. Conlon is the ex-wife of former Marine fighter pilot Lt. Col. John P. Cushing Jr., who was married to Kristine Cushing when she killed their daughters — and who is remarried to her today. http://www.today.com/id/43984225/ns/today-today_news/t/her-kids-are-woman-who-killed-her-own-children/#
An idiot is born every minute. Now we know why the psychopath Kristine picked John in the first place. Everyone involved in the original temporary insanity ruling should be evaluated as possible co-psychopaths (psychopaths do run in gangs (a frequent search that finds my blog) and do protect their own), including the judge, the prosecutor, the psychiatrists, etc.
The 5 Bad Boy Traits Nice Guys Should Adopt
1) Master The Art Of Indifference
2) Put Yourself First
3) Remember Asshole Humor
4. The Art Of Hanging Up
5) The Ability To Have Animalistic Sex
The classic ‘bad boy’ is the psychopath. Most of the traits listed above are excelled in by psychopaths. In terms of sex, since there is no emotional element to the sex, they need to spice it up any way they can, friction gets boring real fast. As emotional as a block of wood, their involvement with a lover is as deep as one with another block of wood.
Sperm donor shenanigans
These couples and ladies should worry about psychopath DNA.
In Small Towns, Gossip Moves to the Web, and Turns Vicious
MOUNTAIN GROVE, Mo. — In the small towns nestled throughout the Ozarks, people like to say that everybody knows everybody’s business — and if they do not, they feel free to offer an educated guess.
. . .
But of late, more people in this hardscrabble town of 5,000 have shifted from sharing the latest news and rumors over eggs and coffee to the Mountain Grove Forum on a social media Web site called Topix, where they write and read startlingly negative posts, all cloaked in anonymity, about one another.
And in Dee’s Place, people are not happy. A waitress, Pheobe Best, said that the site had provoked fights and caused divorces. The diner’s owner, Jim Deverell, called Topix a “cesspool of character assassination.” And hearing the conversation, Shane James, the cook, wandered out of the kitchen tense with anger.
His wife, Jennifer, had been the target in a post titled “freak,” he said, which described the mother of two as, among other things, “a methed-out, doped-out whore with AIDS.” Not a word was true, Mr. and Ms. James said, but the consequences were real enough.
Friends and relatives stopped speaking to them. Trips to the grocery store brought a crushing barrage of knowing glances. She wept constantly and even considered suicide. Now, the couple has resolved to move.
“I’ll never come back to this town again,” Ms. James said in an interview at the diner. “I just want to get the hell away from here.”
I sense a psychopath at the center of this web.
“Professor learns he has the brain of a psychopath. James Fallon is a neuroscientist who’s spent his career studying psychopaths, observing their character traits and examining their brains. One day by accident, he learned that his own brain scans matched patterns found in known psychopaths’ scans.”
I don’t buy this at all. In my opinion, he always knew what he was. There is probably no higher percentage of psychopaths in any group than in psychopathy researchers and experts. Why wouldn’t they be interested in why they are what they are? When I became interested in the subject, I could find very few people interested in discussing it. A few years later, I realized that almost all of my discussion partners were themselves psychopathic.
- “Fallon’s brain (on the right) has dark patches in the orbital cortex, the area just behind the eyes. This is the area that Fallon and other scientists say is involved with ethical behavior, moral decision-making and impulse control. The normal scan on the left is his son’s.”
- “Fallon was prompted to study his brain after his mother, Jenny, told him his ancestry was full of alleged murderers.”
These photos are from “A Neuroscientist Uncovers a Dark Secret,” by Barbara Hagerty. Further quotes from the article:
The criminal brain has always held a fascination for James Fallon. For nearly 20 years, the neuroscientist at the University of California-Irvine has studied the brains of psychopaths. He studies the biological basis for behavior, and one of his specialties is to try to figure out how a killer’s brain differs from yours and mine. . . .
After learning his violent family history, he examined the images and compared them with the brains of psychopaths. His wife’s scan was normal. His mother: normal. His siblings: normal. His children: normal.
“And I took a look at my own PET scan and saw something disturbing that I did not talk about,” he says.
What he didn’t want to reveal was that his orbital cortex looks inactive.
“If you look at the PET scan, I look just like one of those killers.”
This situation described is very interesting. There is a whole series on NPR on the criminal brain, Inside the Criminal Brain, Can Genes and Brain Abnormalities Create Killers?, etc. I caught part of Hagerty’s show on July 6.
The question for me isn’t the criminal brain or serial killer brain, the question is who is a sociopath and who is not. Who can feel empathy, has a conscience, views other humans as fools to be manipulated for one’s own ends, pleasures and amusement, etc. and who cannot and doesn’t. Most sociopaths are not serial killers, but many still leave a broad swath of emotional disaster behind them. Clever sociopaths can rise to high levels in business and government, it’s a question of self control and skill at being hypocritical (at recognizing when it is safe to express the sociopathic hungers, that are always there) — but they still have no shared humanity and no chance of developing any, imo. The rest of us are so many bugs on the windshield to them. So are these brain structures relevant or not?
Fallon certainly doesn’t appear to be sociopathic — no sociopathic arrogance comes through the photos, he lacks the classic “hollow eyes,” he has a loving family, etc. On the other hand, families rarely ever recognize a sociopathic family member. He looks like such a lovable guy, it’s hard to imagine that he might be a sociopath. Could he be wearing that persona as a cloak?