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Jodi, Joran and Casey: On the Psychology of Evil
http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/evil-deeds/201305/jodi-joran-and-casey-the-psychology-evil

These caught my attention.
As I have proposed in prior posts, there is a close correlation between antisocial behavior and pathological narcissism. So much so that I have previously employed the term psychopathic narcissism to describe such selfish and unscrupulous individuals. Defendants like Casey Anthony (now acquitted), Joran van der Sloot (now convicted), and Jodi Arias (now convicted) typically tend to be so detached and dissociated from their own humanity that they are clueless as to what they really feel and how their inappropriate and selfish behavior is perceived by others. They appear to be heartless, depraved monsters devoid of all human caring and decency. Bad seeds. But behind their extremely effective facade, mask or persona, hides a hurt and angry little girl or boy running destructively amok in the world. Sociopaths are, as I have elsewhere argued, primarily made, not born.

Psychopaths are clearly immature. That fits well with Jodi Arias, Casey Anthony, Lori Drew, Fred Phelps, Jerry Sandusky, Tsarnaev Brothers, and Osama bin Laden. They are devoid of empathy and extreme narcissists. Immaturity runs extremely deep in them.


Does this mean that patients suffering from Borderline Personality Disorder are evil? Not typically. But what I can say is that, in my experience, antisocial, narcissistic and borderline personality disorders do share something basic in common: a core of repressed anger and narcissistic rage. Individuals with these diagnoses, which frequently co-exist, have been deeply and consistently wounded during childhood in some way, and harbor tremendous and commonly unconscious resentment, anger and rage about this mistreatment as well as a profound dread of rejection or abandonment. According to the testimony of Ms. Arias, both her parents were regularly physically and emotionally abusive to her as a child, though this is still unconfirmed. When, in adulthood, rejection or abandonment does actually happen, which appears precisely to be what transpired between Alexander and Arias, this chronically repressed rage can be triggered, sometimes with terrifying, terrible and tragic results.

However, much more so than in borderline personality disorder, a sense of "narcissistic entitlement" is characteristic of both narcissistic and antisocial personality disorder. And both share in common a distinct lack of empathy with their fellow man, being unwilling or unable to feel compassion toward, nor identify with, the emotions and needs of others. Such grossly inhumane attitudes and behaviors stem mainly from a combination of compensatory grandiosity and a schizoid-like detachment from their own feelings. The primary difference between narcissistic and antisocial personality disorder is one of degree, differentiated largely by the relative strength or weakness of what Freud called superego, as well as by the severity, type or intensity of past narcissistic wounding. The boundary between these two personality disorders is blurry, and sometimes indistinguishable. Psychoanalyst Otto Kernberg (1992) describes certain destructively aggressive, antisocial patients as suffering from "malignant narcissism," which is akin to what I am here calling "psychopathic narcissism," a toxic cocktail of borderline, narcissistic and antisocial traits. Such severe characterological disturbance typically underlies and drives the destructive behavior we traditionally refer to as "evil."


Repressed anger is something I have noticed in psychopaths and non-psychopaths. Not all the psychopaths are fearful of rejection. Psychopaths are those people I had mentioned previously. Examples of non-psychopaths who have repressed anger are Seung-Hui Cho, Adam Lanza, Yoselyn Ortega, and Wanda Holloway. Another thing I have noticed is they have poor relationship with their parents.
 
I have two irons.

One is your regular electric spray iron with settings for different fabrics.

The other iron is a very special one. It is made of cast iron and came from my grandfather's tailor shop. To heat the iron, it was put on a stove or over coals. It is very heavy and now serves as a doorstop in a place where I can see it every day.

My grandfather died when I was too young to remember him. He immigrated from Hungary at the turn of the twentieth century and opened his own very successful business. He and my grandmother (who died when my dad was a boy) had seven children, all of whom were college graduates. Pretty good for an immigrant family, I think.

All seven children are still alive, with my dad the next to youngest. The oldest just turned 90 and the "baby" of the family is 77.
 
BBM My mother did the same thing. The clothes were rolled-up wet and put in the fridge so they wouldn't dry-out before she ironed. I learned how to iron my father's white shirts (I was proud because my mother said I ironed them better than my older sister did- she burned one of them- :floorlaugh:). I liked to iron listening to the radio.

I remember ironing one of my dad's striped shirts that was made of polyester. Remember those beautiful avocado and orange colors from the 70's? That was what this shirt looked like. Unfortunately, the iron was too hot and the orange stripes melted onto the iron. Oops. :blushing:

Sorry, Dad. Hope he's forgiven me by now.
 
I have two irons.

One is your regular electric spray iron with settings for different fabrics.

The other iron is a very special one. It is made of cast iron and came from my grandfather's tailor shop. To heat the iron, it was put on a stove or over coals. It is very heavy and now serves as a doorstop in a place where I can see it every day.

My grandfather died when I was too young to remember him. He immigrated from Hungary at the turn of the twentieth century and opened his own very successful business. He and my grandmother (who died when my dad was a boy) had seven children, all of whom were college graduates. Pretty good for an immigrant family, I think.

All seven children are still alive, with my dad the next to youngest. The oldest just turned 90 and the "baby" of the family is 77.

That's really wonderful!!
 
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Interesting
 
I remember ironing one of my dad's striped shirts that was made of polyester. Remember those beautiful avocado and orange colors from the 70's? That was what this shirt looked like. Unfortunately, the iron was too hot and the orange stripes melted onto the iron. Oops. :blushing:

Sorry, Dad. Hope he's forgiven me by now.

:floorlaugh::floorlaugh:
 
I have two irons.

One is your regular electric spray iron with settings for different fabrics.

The other iron is a very special one. It is made of cast iron and came from my grandfather's tailor shop. To heat the iron, it was put on a stove or over coals. It is very heavy and now serves as a doorstop in a place where I can see it every day.

My grandfather died when I was too young to remember him. He immigrated from Hungary at the turn of the twentieth century and opened his own very successful business. He and my grandmother (who died when my dad was a boy) had seven children, all of whom were college graduates. Pretty good for an immigrant family, I think.

All seven children are still alive, with my dad the next to youngest. The oldest just turned 90 and the "baby" of the family is 77.

My parents immigrated from Italy. My father came here with his parents when he was 14 yrs old and became a shoemaker, but he went to night school for 10yrs to learn the tool and die trade. He became the foreman of the company and designed the machines to make the springs and thingys they made (almost like an engineer). He made a lot of money and invested the money in real estate. We always had the best (my mother made sure of that :floorlaugh:). I am proud of my parents. It must have been hard to leave the old country- they were pretty brave. My father loved America. He always said "America is good".
 
Not being adopted, I can't imagine that whole process of trying to decide whether or not to find your birth parents, then trying to decide whether or not to meet them and after that deciding whether or not to continue any kind of relationship. I would figure that the quality of the relationship with the adoptive parents has to be a complicating factor. For some, I imagine that there is an incredible amount of time, money and emotional energy put into the process.

It is a good thing that medical histories do become part of the adoption process, so that adopted children have some medical history and don't have to trace down their biological family if they don't want to do so.
 
Wanted to, but didn't? Why?
I'm not close to my siblings either (just you, of course :floorlaugh:).

You missed my post last night saying as I got a little older I wanted to get something smaller, and go upstate NY to live next to you. :floorlaugh:
 
My parents immigrated from Italy. My father came here with his parents when he was 14 yrs old and became a shoemaker, but he went to night school for 10yrs to learn the tool and die trade. He became the foreman of the company and designed the machines to make the springs and thingys they made (almost like an engineer). He made a lot of money and invested the money in real estate. We always had the best (my mother made sure of that :floorlaugh:). I am proud of my parents. It must have been hard to leave the old country- they were pretty brave. My father loved America. He always said "America is good".

That's so sweet, YN :)
 
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Interesting

Thanks, Linda. I bookmarked it to read it later. Sounds very interesting. :seeya:
 
You missed my post last night saying as I got a little older I wanted to get something smaller, and go upstate NY to live next to you. :floorlaugh:

I did miss that.
What do you mean "when you get a little older"? You are old, just like me :floorlaugh:
Do you think we'd still be friends if we lived near each other or just get on each other's nerves? :floorlaugh:
 
I did miss that.
What do you mean "when you get a little older"? You are old, just like me :floorlaugh:
Do you think we'd still be friends if we lived near each other or just get on each other's nerves? :floorlaugh:

probably irritate each other :floorlaugh: I'm too set in my ways. :floorlaugh:

While we seems to be alike in some ways, we'd probably clash in other ways :floorlaugh:
 
Was just thinking about M and dates while out smoking a cigarette.

My mind flashed back to that board game "Mystery Date". Anybody else here remember that one? I don't remember ever playing it, but I do remember the adverts on TV. Will you get your dream date or will you get the dud? I can vividly remember the pictures of both the dreamy guy and the nerd. An the teens squealing in the advert when the date was revealed.

Ugh.

Oh, it is so bad to think about how business has pushed things on the female sex. There was never a counterpart of this game for the male sex.
 
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