Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Is Trump a Sociopath or Just a Braggart Dick-Wagger?

You be the Judge! Take the Trump Test right now!

Donald Trump calls himself “a salesman.” Most psychiatrists would call Trump a sociopath. And several have, in print and on camera. Most con men like Donald Trump are sociopaths. Here is a serviceable definition of a sociopath drawn from the web: “A person with a personality disorder manifesting itself in extreme antisocial attitudes and behavior and a lack of conscience.”


Now, you be the judge, gentle reader. Here’s our important American voters’ test for today. Do any of the following traits and deleterious characteristics apply to Donald Trump? Our little probe takes but a moment of your busy day. Read it.

20 Characteristics of a Sociopath (from the internet)

1.     Fun, charming and entertaining. Quite polite when meeting new people.
2.    Impressively talented, knowledgeable or skilled, or lead us to believe they are.
3.    Have profound perception; later it’s scary, they seem to read our minds like telepathy.
4.    Are easily offended and vain. They fluster and bluster when offended and lash out.
5.    Lie always. About all things – .01% of what they say might be true – such as their shoe size.
6.    They believe they are better than everyone – and hold others in contempt.
7.    Crave a good reputation. Defend their reputation with outrageous lies; see #5.
8.    Crave status and power through possessions & money.
9.    Have delusions of fame and importance.
10.Mimic our human emotions of affection, love, concern.
11.  Have no capacity for care, concern or love. They are faking it. They imitate us.
12. Think of themselves as victims. They can cry fake tears at the drop of a hat.
13. Are sexually promiscuous and often simultaneously avoid sex with a primary partner.
14. Do anything they want to anyone.
15. Think their prey should be grateful.
16. Take pride in their scams. Run several scams simultaneously. Many women; many men.
17. Believe everyone deserves what they do to them.
18.Smear their victims when things end loudly, publicly, online and in court.
19. Sociopaths like short-term goals. They say whatever they need to say in order to get what they want at the moment. In an instant they change direction, having spotted something or anyone they momentarily perceive as a better or more exciting opportunity. That’s not just because psychopaths are shallow, but also because they’re greedy and power-hungry.
20.     Sociopaths’ chief feeling is contempt for others. Meeting new people, they do a cost-benefit analysis. Are these new “marks” targets, accomplices or obstacles? Targets are used as accomplices, and then discarded as obstacles once their usefulness has expired.

Is Donald Trump a match for each antisocial, psychopathic trait outlined above? You, voter, be the judge.

The Donald as Con-Man
The con artist inherent in Trump follows all the traits observed through history for the conniving fraudster.

Frist and foremost for the crooked salesman part of the con man is: tell the possible customer or “mark” exactly what the mark wants to hear. Trump’s core voters ─ uneducated, grade-three dropout, white trash males ─ have one essential requirement of the con-man. He must tell the losers what they are desperate to hear and that is “You are a loser yes, but it is somebody else’s fault.”

Poor widdle you, you unemployed, alcoholic, doped-up nincompoop, you’ve been hard-done-by. It’s the government’s fault that you dropped out of grade five and started mainlining with Ajax and Old Dutch Cleanser. After all, you just wanted to “get clean.” Never learned to read? Who needs learning? Only faggots read. But you’re a maaaan.

Brief Detour to Masculinity Mansion
The best definition of machismo that I ever heard came from a traveller I met in a Central American republic who was explaining to me the hypertrophic Latin American “macho” male response to every imagined slight against one’s maleness. Memorably he said, “When you have no car, no house, no money, no education, nothing, when all you’ve got is your penis, that cock becomes the centre of your psychological being.”

Exaggerated male responses to bruised honour and “my worth as a man,” are all explicable by this shallow braggart’s dick-wagging.

Or, maybe you’re a 400-pound damsel who just birthed her seventh child and now you’re having a hard time feeding all those little mouths. Ah, that’s okay. You can’t help being a sluttish brood sow. And, after all, this is America. “I can have as many chillun’ as I wants. And duh gub-mint gots tuh feed ‘em.” That’s right, Fertilla the Populator, you breed ‘em and welfare money from my taxes will feed ‘em!

As you digest the true nature of Donald Trump, keep this in mind too: hundreds educators of good will and of historical political knowledge have said this: “Hillary Clinton is the most qualified person to run for president in the entire history of the United States.”
 


Saturday, July 30, 2016

The Olympics: Biggest Boondoggle in Sports History





Summer Olympics: 
Least Important of all Human Activity



Once again, let the games begin! My motto for these Summer Olympics of 2016? Let the injections begin.
 

They should change the name of the Olympics to World Youth Drug Trials.


This year, the most corrupt boondoggle in the history of earthly sports takes place in a failed Brazilian economy, in a city of poverty, despair, death and political chicanery, Rio de Janeiro.


My chief bitch: How can loving parents promote Olympic endeavour to their children? Year in, year out, decade after drugged decade, the Olympic Games tell children that the way to win at sports is to cheat and to become a drug addict. 

Have you listened to some of the obsessed lunatic sport champions who achieve Olympic status? I have. Here is a conflation of several interviews with young female Olympic athletes that I have listened to in the last three months.


Since I’m blending several interviews, I’ll make up a name for my putative Olympic athlete and call her Atalanta Faux-Pisse, 23.


Interviewer: You are 23 years old and childless. Do you have any fears about putting your entire future reproductive health at risk from Zika virus which may be contracted from mosquito bites in Rio? It is possible that any child you bear may have microcephalic birth defects.


Atalanta: I’ve been training for my event even before I was born. My mother did fetal limbering exercises so I would be born strong. I’ve spend every waking hour in strenuous preparation. As for future children, I don’t give a mother’s fart. Even if I die at 23, as long as my hand is clutching an Olympic gold medal, I’ll die happy. NOTHING else matters.


Interviewer: What sporting endeavour have you devoted 23 years of your life to?


Atalanta: Jumping over sticks.


Interviewer: What?


Atalanta: Pole-vaulting, dummy!


Interviewer:  How about damage from the many anabolic steroids you once admitted to taking daily? Any qualms?


Atalanta: Yeah, there’s a few side effects. So what?


Interviewer: You’ve admitted to hypertrophy of the clitoris.


Atalanta: Yea, I’m better hung than most of the fags on my Olympic team. Remember this added bonus: steroids make you horny and angry all the time. So, if you like mad, crazy fucking, testosterone is for you!


Interviewer: A leading national newscaster got hold of your medical record. You’ve suffered anemia and a true round of hepatic peliosis, where the liver develops fibrotic cysts that can burst and bleed inside the liver and lead to fatal bleeding.


Atalanta: Yeah, yeah. I heard all those big medical words like intrahepatic cholestasis. That’s what pussies worry about. Not me!


Interviewer: You’ve been hospitalized 68 times since you were ten years old.


Atalanta: I keep slipping on banana peels.


Interviewer: You told World Sports News that you haven’t had a period since you were sixteen.


Atalanta: But I saved big money on Tampax and was able to buy more testosterone skin pops. Nyuk-nyuk.


Interviewer: Your police arrest record is astounding. 124 disorderlies. 25 felonies. Woundings, stabbings. You tried to hang a flower seller in China with a good-will ribbon. He tried to sell you a tulip. Was that roid-rage?


Atalanta: There’s a lot of exaggeration by the police. That crippled granddad I accidentally backed over in my Mac truck was a regrettable error.


Interviewer: You did six months at Juvie Hall for that.


Atalanta: That’s what I mean. That old, squished fart was 76 years old. Come on. I mean, who gives a fuck about winklies? The truck tire marks on his crushed head actually made him look better.


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If you, reader, think my little fantasy interview is preposterous, then you have not listened to these Olympic freaks, so utterly careless of the gift of life they have been given. Is that cynical disregard for health something you want your children to inherit?


What should children be taught? They should be taught that sports is the least important activity in all of human life. Nothing is of less consequence than the answer to the question: Who won the game?

You gives a fuck who won the game? Olympic or otherwise. Win the game of life and leave the medal loonies to themselves.


copyright 2016 by Bill Casselman
may be reproduced free of charge if used to denigrate Olympic activity