Why lying works for psychopaths

People want to feel right, righteous, on the side of good and standing firmly against evil. This impulse to be on the side of good is deeply wired into most of us. If we believe someone is a monster, we recoil from them, marginalize them, want to see them gone. It is this human desire for righteousness that the greatest liars exploit. It feels good to be right, and if a well-placed lie makes you feel more righteous than the complicated, sometimes difficult, truth, what is the real harm in that?

We see the power of determined, shameless liars’ use of incendiary lies, designed to produce righteous anger and persuade people to follow them, in politics every minute of every day. It works perfectly to persuade millions of the righteousness of an objectively rotten cause and it works equally well among much smaller groups. There is no group too small for this principle to work in. Here is a personal example.

I had a small, almost senseless conflict with a dear friend of fifty years. It was over, literally, nothing. Hearing the actual details, few would be able to figure out how this stupid impasse was not worked out easily between old friends, how it became a fatal fault line. In hindsight, this woman who insists on being in charge had been spoiling for this final fight for a while. Given the opportunity to righteously rage, she glared at me with silent hostility, refused to speak, letting her implacably fierce stare speak for itself.

I offered compromises, proposed solutions, her husband tried to explain her irrational objections which she refused to address herself. She remained silent and glared a laser beam of hostility at me, before snarling her final refusal of even a small compromise as she closed the door behind her for the night.

In the end, because I could not accept that my “defiance” had completely justified her totally understandable rage, I had to be destroyed. I’d seen a humiliating weakness in a person with an outsized need never to be wrong. Since she does not possess first class tools to make her case persuasively, she resorts to emotional terrorism, a very effective form of control, as I would learn. She is well-known for her willfulness, her need to be obeyed, to have the final word on everything from which restaurant everyone goes to to what topics may be discussed at dinner.

How did she convince everyone else in our group of longtime friends, and their entire families, that I was suddenly the incarnation of Adolf Hitler? She told them that rather than trying to make peace for a year, I’d spent a full year relentlessly torturing her husband, my closest friend, to “bend him to my will.” To my amazement, the reality that I’ve never tried to bend anyone to my will, readily apologize when I know I’ve hurt somebody, am always ready to compromise rather than fight, was completely disregarded by people who’d known us both well for fifty years. She bent everyone to her will with conscious lies, repeated with enough passion to convince a group of my oldest friends that I was toxic, a person to be shunned unto the death.

When I see JD Vance bristle that the CBS moderators are fucking liars because they promised not to fact check his lies at a debate where he lied over and over, when I see trump’s sphincter of a mouth move, his angry petulance when asked a question he takes offense to, I see my former dear friend. Not everyone will immediately lie when they feel themselves under stress, or challenged. Every one of these desperate people who can never be wrong will lie exactly the same way whenever they feel under pressure. They will do whatever is necessary to bend others to their perverse will to control the people around them.

That the angriest, most insecure, insane, mendacious pieces of shit in the world often have the final say in human affairs is a horrifying tragedy. Netanyahu and his perverted Jewish fundamentalist extremists vs. Hamas and their perverted Muslim fundamentalists extremists get the last word about whether millions of peace loving people in Israel/Palestine will live quiet lives of hope or suffer gruesome, endless warfare and death. Trump and his billionaire handlers currently decide whether millions of Americans live in fear and rage, and resort to deadly violence, or come together to peacefully work out our common problems.

Sadly for humanity, sick motherfuckers very often get the last word. Look at fucking Elon Musk, Stephen Miller, Ginni Thomas, cherub-faced fanatic MAGA Mike Johnson and the rest of their stinking divisive, constantly aggrieved ilk. Every one of them righteous as hell in their own mind and intent on convincing others they’re on the side of the angels, resolute in their determination to exterminate all demons. As it is written: fuck those fucking putos.

We fight, we fight like hell.

and if you don’t fight like hell, we’re not going to have a country anymore.

Roy Cohn, a truly grotesque incarnation of human evil, a vicious homophobe who was promiscuous with young men, a corrupt lawyer disbarred, finally, as he was dying of AIDS, had three rules he taught young Donald:

Attack, attack, attack. Admit nothing, deny everything. No matter what happens, you claim victory and never admit defeat.

Sound familiar?

Fitness for office — not an issue for MAGA

Fitness for any powerful office is based on competence, experience, character, intelligence, the capacity to reason and a measured temperament. Fitness for office should be a prerequisite for anyone who exercises power over others (as it is for active US military commanders), particularly those in control of the deadly force of a nation. Fitness and judicial temperament are particularly vital for a judge, someone who must fairly weigh facts in light of law and precedent. It applies as well to anyone bound to faithfully carry out the law.

Someone who is always aggrieved, angry, competitive, spiteful, vengeful, untruthful, entitled, grandiose, impulsive, given the power to appoint people to positions of power, will always choose people with these same attributes. Case in point:

Donald Trump’s inability or unwillingness to distinguish fact from fiction, wanton disregard for the rule of law, intolerance of perspectives different from his own, rageful responses to criticism, lack of impulse control and sweeping condemnations of entire populations rendered him temperamentally unsuitable to be in command of the nuclear arsenal.                                                                             

Dr. Nanette Gartrell from The Dangerous Case of Donald Trump

Outside of Trump gastroenterologist Dr. Harold Bornstein’s 2016 claim that “Donald Trump will be the healthiest individual ever elected to the presidency” and a one page letter released by a loyal White House doctor, Ronny Jackson, (whose name Trump got wrong in bragging about the letter), a man demoted by the Navy for various infractions including being drunk on duty, bullying subordinates and dispensing pills like Pez, a loyalist who is now a MAGA Congressman, we know nothing of the Orange Temper Tantrum’s health, physical or mental.   We do know a lot about his readily observable behavior, which is as predictable and unalterable as anything in the universe.

Dr. Judith Herman sums up the mix nicely as “grandiose, belligerent and unpredictable behavior” — unpredictable only as to the full extent of his impulsiveness.

An insecure, grandiose braggart who makes all his school records, tax records, medical records and conversations with Vladimir Putin top secret, who insists everyone around him sign NDAs, while sharing actual top secret government documents with undisclosed persons, after leaving office, certainly has nothing to hide.

If asked a question about what happened on Election Day 2020, or on January 6, 2021, it’s not hard to predict the answer of Trump’s VP pick, chosen by Trump for this Trump-like characteristics. His answer will be an angry demand for the questioner to answer an unrelated question. He will do this over and over, challenging the poser of a legitimate question in the manner of a hectoring bully. Is anyone surprised Trump’s VP pick responds with anger whenever he’s “fact-checked”?

Of course, the whole conversation about fitness for duty is a nakedly partisan issue raised only by rabidly Marxist, Communist, Fascist, Democratic, Egalitarian cuck types like yours’ truly. Forget I mentioned it, or I will send the National Guard to your house to take care of you, if you know what I mean, while you resist arrest, cuck.

Project 2025 and the plan for POTUS 47

The blueprint for a fully fascistic US political system, known as Project 2025, the Charles Koch network’s latest Mandate for Leadership, is designed for any fascist organization Charles Koch and his billionaire “libertarian” friends can get into the Oval Office. Trump is the useful figurehead for these insane, determined bastards and his popularity has served their extremely unpopular cause very well, even if the brainy engineers of American fascism despise him for being so stupid.

Do you think Peter Thiel [1], the far-right billionaire who made JD Vance a millionaire and then spent $15,000,000 to get Vance into the Senate, would hesitate one second to take out a hit on Trump and put his handpicked boy in charge of the Unitary Executive and a fully compliant civil service? Hah. Do you think Elon Musk would have a second thought? Not a chance, the obscenely wealthy weirdo claims to believe that colonizing Mars is an existential necessity for mankind.

The only problem these American Nazis have at the moment is that while Trump short-circuits daily, like a sweaty robot whose A1 programming has been corrupted, they need him on the ballot for November 5. Vance gets almost no votes if Trump is suddenly defenestrated, poisoned or shot before the election. Trump’s dominant pal Vladimir Putin would shed no tears having a more intelligent useful idiot in the White House than his formerly useful buddy The Orange Polyp.

Thiel, Musk, Koch, Mercer, Mellon, Adelson and company (Forbes top twenty-five list here) have to ride the Orange Ass to the finish line, propelled by a wave of disinformation, if they’re going to defeat the majoritarian tyrants who decide American elections (most of the time, anyway).

I wonder what odds Las Vegas is putting on Trump to survive from stealing the 2024 election (God forbid) to Inauguration Day. I’m not a betting man, but I’d put some money on his handlers arranging for something other than Trump’s inauguration. Their ruthless type never has any hesitation to do exactly what must be done so that they can do as they please, as God, Jesus Christ and the Supreme Court have ordained they may always do.

Vance is as much of a “transactional” opportunist and liar as Trump, and not nearly as fucking stupid. Who would you rather have represent your interests, if you had almost all the money in the world and lived in a country where other people’s rights, sickeningly, also had to be considered sometimes?

[1]

Like Thiel, Vance has spoken extensively about the need to destroy the U.S. government, but while Thiel emphasizes the potential of a technological future unencumbered by democratic baggage, Vance emphasizes what he sees as the decadence of today’s America and the need to address that decadence by purging the government of secular leaders. A 2019 convert to right-wing Catholicism, Vance said he was attracted to the religion in part because he wanted to see the Republican Party use the government to work for what he considers the common good by imposing laws that would enforce his version of morality.  source

What a surprise . . . he’s joined the team with Leonard Leo, Clarence Thomas, Kavanaugh, Alito, Roberts, Bill Barr and company.   I’ve got to figure out how to get in touch with the Pope!  He’s got to excommunicate a couple of these guys, as an example to the rest of these fascistic “conservative”  “Christian” psychos. Jesus Himself demands no less.

Attack, deny, lie, declare victory when you lose

The corporate media, a machine to normalize the psychopathy of the powerful, it seems lately, is routinely nonchalant about things that should have the citizens in an uproar. At the time, during the Mueller investigation, there was almost nothing in the news about this game changing “fuck you” from a sitting president. I had to read Trump’s interrogatory answers myself to learn that he had flatly refused to answer Robert Mueller’s final, most incriminating, question.

A Republican Assistant Attorney General appointed Special Counsel Robert Mueller (witch hunter number one) after Trump fired FBI director James Comey for insufficient loyalty when he would not drop an investigation into crimes committed by former Trump national security advisor General Michael “Q-Anon” Flynn. As part of his investigation into the Trump campaign’s many ties with Putin, Mueller wanted to ask Trump questions in person. Trump publicly bragged that he would sit down with that witch hunting traitor fuck any time, that he had no fear and nothing to hide.

It turns out he had plenty to hide and feared a “perjury trap” and so his lawyers negotiated an alternative, he’d answer written questions under oath. His lawyers wrote evasive answers throughout (which he bragged about writing himself) and then, for the final question, a compound question involving Flynn and others at the heart of the 140 documented acts of collusion (not indictable criminal conspiracy, since much evidence had been destroyed and witnesses dummied up) with Putin, Trump wrote . . .

. . . Nothing. . .

The thought that we are twenty odd days out from an election in which these unaccountable criminals, grifters and violent extremists may well be able to pull off the crime they attempted in 2020, stealing a “rigged” election by chicanery, brazen lies and violence, sickens me to my heart. If this fascist coup comes about, on my way to prison, or worse, I will be cursing the fucking New York Times. How hard is it not to be a well-respected equivocating mouthpiece for Nazis?

Four years ago today, a grim, fact-based reminder of what these Nazis will do on day one

We don’t have to wonder what Trump would do to enemies he truly hates, or needs others to hate, or can make a dollar on, or whatever (or Rosie O’Donnell). He has done it. This report of deadly government vengeance is from four years ago today.

As for fascist-adjacent, lawyerly perverter of the teachings of Jesus, Trump gunsel Bagpiper Bill Barr, suddenly a reluctantly Trump-supporting voice of reason who energetically helped a vengeful fascist until it would have put him in jeopardy as a criminal co-conspirator, fuck that fucking puto and the whores he rode in on.

Dangerously insane moron

“Unless Trump wins and we get rid of the mountain of smothering regulations (that have nothing to do with safety!), humanity will never reach Mars,” Mr. Musk wrote this month in a post that has gained nearly 18 million views. “This is existential.”

Online, Mr. Musk has painted a dark picture of what would happen if Mr. Trump lost, a circumstance that could hurt Mr. Musk personally. In an interview with the former Fox News host Tucker Carlson, he acknowledged “trashing Kamala nonstop” and being all in for Mr. Trump.

If Mr. Trump loses, he joked, “how long do you think my prison sentence is going to be?”

Source

Cartoon villain
One is smart, the other nyet

The infinite sorrow of humanity

This evening, at sundown, all over the world Jews will begin their Yom Kippur fast, which is broken tomorrow night, after a long, mournful bleat on a ram’s horn, when it is dark enough for stars to be visible in the sky.

Most don’t have any real sense of why they are fasting, but it is a sacred tradition that even many secular Jews follow every year. I do it myself, though not because I feel like I’m impressing an all-loving, all-merciful, all-seeing Creator with this penitent act of self-denial. If I can’t be slightly hungry one day a year, when billions of our fellow humans live with painful hunger regularly, am I even human?

The sorrow comes in for me because everybody, with the exception of a few gleeful sociopaths, I suppose, wants to feel they are decent people, doing the right thing, living a life that helps others more than it hurts them. We want this feeling always, no matter how badly we may act, no matter what hurt we may cause others, we all need to believe in our own righteousness. We all like to imagine we’d jump into a river to save a drowning child. We admire those who do, and wish we could be like them if we realize we aren’t brave enough (or good enough swimmers). We have high ideals and believe that we always live by them.

Most people, I think, have known people we can no longer have in our lives. Conflicts arise, and if only one person has the desire and the ability to calmly discuss and resolve conflict, the conflict inevitably becomes final, fatal to love and friendship. It is possible to remain in a conflict-plagued relationship, without hope of improvement, but I’ve learned it is much better to move past that particular heartache and learn an important life lesson from it.

There are some people who reveal an ugly side of themselves, often at the worst time for you, that you cannot unsee. It’s human nature to make excuses for that person, if we love them, but once an ugly pattern emerges, usually with an insistence that only you are to blame for any bad feelings, wishful hoping will not change the person you are making excuses for or your relationship with them.

Just because you love dogs, and dream of having an affectionate lapdog, that love doesn’t turn the fish struggling in your lap into a dog.  The fish will always die, no matter how many beautiful, friendly fish you try this with.

I had a childhood friend I haven’t seen for many years at this point. He calls periodically and we speak calmly about things in our lives. The reason we don’t see each other anymore is that in spite of provoking me to anger every time we met, for years, he refused to acknowledge this, instead insisting that I have a problem with my temper. We all have a problem when we lose our temper, but that is another story. We do not all provoke our closest friend every time we get together with them. We also don’t all reflexively fight to deny that we are doing anything bad to anybody, ever.

I urged him several times over the years, if you hear me start to get upset, raise my voice, you see my muscles tense, my face redden, pump the brakes and let’s change the subject for a while. He doesn’t know how to do this. It’s not his problem. It is mine. So, in the end I did what I needed to do not to be provoked by someone who can’t help himself. I stopped pretending this handsome fish was a cuddly lapdog.

He is, sadly, unable to view his actions, and the actions of others, with the same clarity.  To him we are still friends, somehow, because I take his calls and we talk on the phone once in a while.  I always like talking to people, it is one of my favorite things to do.  I like comparing notes on what we’ve learned over our aging lives.  He listens as I recite hard lessons I’ve had to learn.  This makes him feel close to me, that I am always honest with him, and talk in a relaxed, nonjudgmental way.  I don’t mind talking to him, but that’s a much different thing than us being friends.

Friends comfort each other during painful times. Friends ask good questions when they don’t understand something. Friends extend the benefit of the doubt when the other one is off kilter, gently find out what’s wrong, how they can help. Friends accept responsibility when they hurt their friend. Friends make sure that ill-feelings do not fester in their dear ones. Friends are responsive, and honest, when a friend expresses unhappiness with the way things are. Not all friendships can always be saved, though some can. No friendship can be saved if one friend is always blamed for any conflict, unless the blamed person is a masochist.

If I tell you a sad story of death, with a hard lesson I reluctantly had to learn, and you reply that it was a beautiful story of life, with an inspiring lesson that is the opposite of the lesson I described, what can I possibly say, without being dishonest, that will make us friends again?

Days of Awe

Days of Awe Yom Kippur 5785

Please rise.

In ancient times, as the days grew notably shorter, darkness appeared earlier and earlier and the nights turned cold, people fearfully began to pray. A hundred variations of “oh, Lord, please don’t destroy us!” were recited across the land, by trembling crowds presided over by priests who led them in rituals.

In Judaism these rapidly shortening days mark New Years and, ten days later, after the Days of Awe, Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement. The tradition is that as night falls on Yom Kippur, God closes the immense Book of Life, where He (They, actually, God is commonly referred to in the plural, Elohim) has recorded the fate of every human for the following year, according to our deeds.

During the Ten Days of Repentance, the period between New Years and Yom Kipuur, Jews are commanded to make amends with people we’ve hurt, repay debts, make peace, atone for bad things we’ve done, forgive those who sincerely seek our forgiveness, straighten out misunderstandings, right any wrongs in our power to right. The sages teach that you must try to make amends with someone three times before you can abandon the process.

Sadly, in a world where the best teachings of every religion are not always faithfully carried out, not all Jews follow this exemplary practice, even once. I would estimate that most do not exert themselves to make amends, though many fast and pray to God, rising and being seated over and over as the pages of the Yom Kippur prayer book are turned.

Any Jew who dons white clothes, fasts and fervently prays, without taking a serious moral inventory of their own actions during these days, without approaching people they’ve hurt to make amends, is, to my mind, a sorry, sanctimonious sack.

I find myself thinking about a couple of my long time close friends, universally admired sacks, in the days leading up to another Yom Kippur, high holy day of the righteous and unbearable hypocrite alike.

My closest friend of many years, whose angry wife demanded no discussion of an ugly conflict we’d had, met me for lunch a few days before Yom Kippur two years ago so that we could try to make amends before the Big Guy closed the Book. This Jew who prays every morning became indignant when I got serious and came to the point, told me I’d blindsided him and angrily stormed out of the restaurant where we were eating.

It soon became clear we would never be friends again.

Our mutual friends all took no side, except to say that I was an unforgiving sadist intent on bending others to my will and that therefore they could never forgive me. It was impossible, they said, with no consciousness of the incoherence of their righteous stand, to forgive someone who can’t forgive.

Among this crew of highly moral souls was my friend the brilliant rabbi/fundraiser. His Switzerland-like acceptance of this idiotic verdict was particularly grotesque to me. In a position to make peace between two hurt friends, and being admired and wise, able to influence others to be reasonable, he affected an impeccably neutral stance. It’s clear now he that he made a calculation, thinking only of what was worth the most to him and what was worth the least.

Our subsequent falling out was ugly enough, though friends noted that my final letter to him, though insulting, was somewhat restrained, not nearly as vicious as I am capable of making it.

The following Yom Kippur I wrote him a long, careful, peacemaking letter, many drafts of it. I was careful to set out all of the ugly things that had happened without blame, without making him feel defensive. I offered him the chance to speak like two mensches, at least one last time, a kind of do-over for the ugly ending to our long friendship a few months earlier. I persuaded him that we owed our long, affectionate friendship at least that.

He called and we were both calm, and engaging, and hoping for the best, I suppose. At one point I asked him, in his capacity as a rabbi, if he could think of a situation where it was proper for one Jew to tell another who comes to him to make amends before Yom Kippur to buzz off. “Who is allowed to act this way?,” I asked, almost rhetorically.

There was a long pause, and then my learned old friend said “Only HaShem”. Only God.

The People rest, and please be seated