The Unproductive Malignant Narcissism WATCH

Howdy y’all!

Diagnosing the OPG

I thought it would be fun and cute and more efficient to establish a list of things that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has done as reported in the media and explain it in terms of his three-part diagnosis:

  • Unproductive: He has very poor executive functioning. Executive function includes such things as planning, executing plans, emotional control, and  impulse control. It should be amply evident by now that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has virtually zero skills in any of these domains.
  • Malignant: This term reflects the addition of anti-social personality disorder or psychopathy symptoms to the predominant personality disorder, in this case, narcissism. Given his penchant for revenge, vindictiveness, cruelty, sadism, and obvious remorselessness, I’d say this is clear as well.
  • Narcissistic personality disorder: Well, it speaks for itself. He is the textbook case of narcissism.

23 August: Post becomes a Page

Howdy y’all! Ive made a big big change to the post! It has turned into a page! It seems a bit unwieldy as a post now that it is over 5,000 words, being updated every other day.  So, visit the page! The Unproductive, Malignant, Narcissism WATCH

22 August, Unproductive, Malignant, Narcissistic

Another trifecta! You know it’s going to be a “good” day when the Ol’ Pussy Grabber can display symptoms from all three of his major diagnoses in two news stories! I’ve been compiling evidence of his symptoms for 20 days now, I could write every day on this post — and I would if time allowed, but I’m only a part-time blogger. Here’s the thing: no produces this much evidence of a mental health disorder unless they have a serious mental health disorder! The shear volume of the evidence is overwhelming. It swamps the mind and curdles the imagination. And it squats in the White House.

First up, I’m reading headlines and reports that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has busted the budget of the Secret Service with all his ridiculous travel. Clearly, his insistence of spending more time at his golf courses and resorts than he does at the White House and golfing more than working is evidence of his narcissism.

A narcissist believes that the rules don’t apply to them because they are special. They believe any and every rule can be bent and broken for the special magical ass. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber displays this with his every waddle around the Oval Office. Good flipping God, optics be damned and full speed to the tee time.

And while there is no steadfast rule stating how much time the Ol’ Pussy Grabber should spend squatting in the Oval Office taking a dump on the Resolute desk, there is the social norm. He does not believe that he needs to conform to the normative behavior of our society nor to that of the White House. Further, we should all just love love love and adore adore adore him for all the golf he is playing and how much money he is making off of the secret service and what a great negotiator he is since he tossed the secret service to the curb from his tower in NY since they wouldn’t pay his exorbitant rent.

There is a malignance to all of this, too. The secret service agents have exceeded the time for which they can be paid. It is legislated. It is just past halfway — thank god — through the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s first year, and they’ve exceeded the maximums allowed by law for which they can be paid. Unless Congress acts and the Ol’ Pussy Grabber signs the legislation, these agents will not b paid for their time. Knowing this, why is the Ol’ Pussy Grabber torturing these loyal Americans who would take a bullet for him or anyone of his family members? He should know better. He should be willing to work with them and at the very least lobby Congress on their behalf. But, zilcho, nada, nope, and none.

To limit his travel and vacation and golf time, he would have to have some emotional and impulse control which all fall under the rubric of executive function which he has none of. He cannot stop himself from wasting his time indulging his interests or pleasures — I just threw up a lot thinking of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber pleasuring himself! Christ on a shingle, maybe I’m a masochistic sadist or would that be a sadistic masochist?

The other story that caught my eye today is about him looking directly into the sun during the total eclipse that occurred over the United Fucking States of Fucking Stupid yesterday. Check these photos occurring in news reports and social media:
From Wonkette

Look at that moron squinting through the pain of looking into one of the brightest lights — didn’t Puntangin call him “bright” once? — possible in this world. It hurts, dumbass, doesn’t that tell you something or is the idea of pain being a warning of doing something stupid, too much science for you? We are so fucked.
From The Guardian

Pointing at the eclipse with a finger as small as his common sense. Luckily, The Guardian published this handy-dandy guide to figgering out if you damaged your eye sight yesterday watching the eclipse. Maybe the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s personal physician can read it and diagnose his sudden onset of “perfect” vision that is better than anyone else’s.

Why would someone look directly into the eclipse? Someone who is uninformed might. But, there is no way the Ol’ Pussy Grabber was uninformed about the dangers of looking at the eclipse without filtration lenses. Hell, Barron was standing right there, the kid knew and probably told him like a thousand times.

It’s because you can’t tell the Ol’ Pussy Grabber anything. If you tell him to, he’ll dig in his heels, shout NO NO NO NO NO until he’s blue in the face, do it anyway, get mad, dig in his heils, and pretend like he didn’t and tell you it was you what did it. He is such a fucking narcissist he can’t bear to be told what to do. Telling him to do something feels like you’ve diminished him and his caricature cannot stand up to that kind of scrutiny. It falls apart. He has to defy everyone on everything to keep the caricature going even to the point of looking directly into a total eclipse of the sun!

Did I mention we are fucked? We are so fucked.

19 August, Narcissistic

Boy, I tell you what: this post practically writes itself. There is so much shit flying out of the White House, you practically can’t keep the Rose Garden free of it! I reckon that’s where all the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s job creation has occurred: in the White House landscaping staff.

Of course by now everyone except for my favorite drunk uncle, Uncle Ingus, because he had drunk himself into a stupor after the raging success of his first blog post here, has heard that Heather Heyer was murdered by that no good rotten radical white supremacist terrorist, James Alex Fields, Jr. And, I figure everybody knows that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has said that both the terrorist, James, and the victim, Heather, were pretty much equally to blame and equally violent and at least James’ side had a permit (so did the counter-protesters). But, what you probably don’t know is that poor Heather’s funeral was Wednesday and that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber called her bad ass mamma AT THE FUNERAL!

Well, dear reader, he did! Talk about tacky! We can either believe that the protocol in the presidenting for idiots book said wait four days after the tragedy to reach out to the most prominent survivor and be sure to do it at the most inconvenience time and make sure you get put on speaker phone and brag about the size of your electoral victory and crowd size at the inauguration and send the charts to prove it all. Or, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber ain’t gonna be told what to do by do dern fool book that Obama followed and most likely wrote.

Here is a Wonkette article explaining it all in fine snarky, sarcasticky, profaney style.

Of course the right-good bad ass, Susan Bro — don’t she have the coolest name EVER? Does it not match her bad ass style? — didn’t even notice the first call coming in BECAUSE SHE WAS AT HER DAUGHTER’S FUNERAL! Hell fire, she probably even had the phone turned off or left in the car or something. She says that she got three more frantic messages from press secretaries throughout the day, which she also ignored because (a) she was tired, (b) she was busy setting up a foundation in her daughter’s name, and (c) the fucking Ol’ Pussy Grabber blamed her daughter for her death and equated her with racist Nazi white supremacist fucks! And, she says she ain’t talking to the Ol’ Pussy Grabber no way no how because of what he said! When asked if she had anything to say to him, she said, Think before you speak. He would be wise to head the sage advice of someone as cool headed as Susan Bro.

Now, only a dern fool would be stupid enough to call a grieving mother during her daughter’s funeral. Only an idjut would wait four days after hearing the news of the death of someone’s daughter before offering their condolences. And only a narcissistic gaslighting caricature of a human being would call after bad mouthing the deceased daughter on national TV with the full power of the office behind him.

A narcissist can’t see things from the point-of-view of others. He can only see it from his own point-of-view. He can only see how the event effects him. Hell fire and damnation, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber probably expected Mrs. Bro to call him and apologize on her daughter’s behalf for causing him so much trouble! Seeing how both sides contributed equally to the mowing down of 20 protesters with a car and her daughter’s death. Obviously, who better to apologize for the grief caused by their violent natures than the mother of the brutally murdered woman?

I’ve got a an ice pick here in my pocket can you drive through each of my ears and stab out my eyes, now, please? That is nothing short of sick! And, if you ever doubted that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber was a gaslighting narcissistic sadist, then you have now got your proof. What a sick fuck!

16 August, Narcissistic, Malignant, & Unproductive

Well gawllee! Gee whiz! And, shit, Batman! The Ol’ Pussy Grabber has scored a hat trick today! It is a veritable shit show triumvirate! The Ol’ Pussy Grabber got back to the WH after his “working” vacay in Bedminster, nudge, nudge, wink, wink, whiz, whiz, ignore the golfer behind the curtain, and immediately channeled Walt Whitman to declare America his real home! He can haz all the Russia investigations to be stopping now?

Then, he opened his ass, and guess what fell out? That’s right, a real shit sandwich with extra scat and a heaping side helping of super-sized feces! Oh boy, it’s great! You vomit in your plate!

Check this headline from The Atlantic’s website:

Trump Defends White-Nationalist Protesters: ‘Some Very Fine People on Both Sides’

The president backtracked from his remarks on Charlottesville just a day earlier.

Seriously, some very fine people? He described white supremacists who beat members of the clergy with brass knuckles as very fine people? Then his staff fall all over themselves saying that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber walked out to the podium with the remarks they prepared for him and proceeded to pull a Crazy Ivan. He suddenly veered off script and into cray-cray land.

You know, when you speak extemporaneously you are showing us a window into your soul. Like Freud said, Behind every joke is a little bit of truth. This shit don’t fall out the void… it feel straight from his bile-filled spleen. He showed us the dark mildewy dripping lamprey infested void of a soul that he’s built this caricature of a human being around.

Breathe deep the nauseating fumes of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber via The Atlantic with some choice annotations.

What about the alt-left that came charging at, as you say, at the alt-right? Trump said. Do they have any semblance of guilt?

Fuck no, they don’t have any semblance of guilt. They don’t have any guilt at all. To paraphrase the father of one of the mo’fo’s, Nazis flourish when good people are silent. The people out there giving them what for were doing what any person would do when confronted by anything as abhorrent as the Ol’ Pussy Grabber.

I’ve condemned neo-Nazis. I’ve condemned many different groups. But not all of those people were neo-Nazis, believe me, he said.

Poutily “condemning” the alt-right, white supremacists, the KKK, neo-Nazis, and violent jackasses with a flat affect and a droning monotone like some eighth grader forced to apologize to the old man he was throwing rocks at — not like that was me or anything — is not the same as immediately vehemently condemning the murderer of a fine young woman and his friends and the hatred they spew. You don’t get points for that Milquetoast toast display of dog whistling.

You had many people in that group other than neo-Nazis and white nationalists, Trump said. The press has treated them absolutely unfairly.

You are right about that ya Ol’ Pussy Grabber! The KKK was there, too! But, the press has not treated these people badly enough. You are either agin ’em or you’re for ’em! To be agin ’em, you’ve gotta be demonstrably against them. Loud and proud against them. There can be no doubt of your opposition as demonstrated through your actions. And, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber certainly has failed that test.

You also had some very fine people on both sides, he said.

And that’s the money shot. That’s the line that will live in infamy! The one that gets the incredulous What the ever-loving fuck? And, like bad sex, it just doesn’t seem to stop, and even faking an orgasm — not that anyone ever could with the Ol’ Pussy Grabber, and doggamn me for even making the comparison!

Many of those people were there to protest the taking down of the statue of Robert E. Lee, Trump said. This week, it is Robert E. Lee. And I notice that Stonewall Jackson is coming down. I wonder, is it George Washington next? And is it Thomas Jefferson the week after? You know, you have to ask yourself, where does it stop?

No, you don’t have to ask that at all because half of your list were traitorous insurgents who fought for their god-given right to OWN fucking HUMAN BEINGS!

So, what aspects of his diagnosis drives this particular behavior? AoT,K!


Okay, this one is easy. The poor mo’fo’ couldn’t help himself. He got up to the podium and all those hours of suppressing his true feelings about his love of white supremacy came rushing out when he looked across that sea of unfair, liberal, fake press. He just had to tell them. He could not control his emotions or his impulse because he has no executive functioning skills.

You know he hates like 90% of the American public, right? He hates women. He’s a raping, narcissistic, misogynist. It don’t matter what he says. He feels inadequate as a man, and he hates women because of it. So, that’s about 50.8% of Americans right there.

Then there are the Blacks. You know he hates them. He’s openly siding with the white supremacists now. So, that’s 13.3% for a total of 64.1% of Americans that he hates.

Hispanics and hell, all the browns. He hates all the browns be they Hispanics, Mexicans, Arabs, Iranians, SE Asians, Hindus, you name it, he hates ’em if they is brown. Hispanics are 17.6% of the American public. We’ve got a running total now of 81.7%!

You know he hates disabled people, too, right? They make his narcissistic ass feel uncomfortable. He don’t know where to look or what to say. They are bad. That’s 19%, but some of them are women, and some are black, and some are brown. And, you throw in the Arabs and other lesser foreigners (those that aren’t rich and white), the poor, the chronically ill, and you’re bumping right up against 90% of the American population that he just hates and would gladly abuse.


He is torturing Heather Heyer’s family. He actually said this (on CNN): I’ll be reaching out. … I was very — I thought that the statement put out — the mother’s statement I thought was a beautiful statement. And, you’re thinking, he’s talking about her statements about her dying doing what she believed in and standing up for our values. Redemption? A sliver of humanity in that caricature? No. Of course not. He means himself. I thought putting out that statement to me was really something I won’t forget. She made a perfunctory statement of thanks for him condemning violence on both sides, so, of course, she made a statement to him about how wonderful he is.

Has he contacted them? No. Is he going to? One day. Yes. One day he will. Fuck him.

He’s gaslighting us… again. Gaslighting is torture. It is sadistic. First, he makes a statement condemning violence… on both sides. He gets called on it. That pissed him off because we were supposed to have been fooled by it. He was tricking us into believing he had condemned the violent racist assholes when he had just thinly spread a taint of blame over them and carefully slopped it on to the counter-protesters, too. That’s gaslighting.

Now, he comes out today and gaslights us again. He would have us believe a preposterous falsehood: Lee and Stonewall are equal to Washington and Jefferson! That’s gaslighting. Hell, Lee and Stonewall would both admit to being seditious bastards that are in no way comparable to Washington and Jefferson. He then sets up a straw man argument suggesting that we’ll be tearing down statues of Washington and Jefferson because they were slave owners.


There’s the easily seen and recognized narcissism: I thought putting out that statement to me was really something I won’t forget; or I own, actually, one of the largest wineries in the United States — it’s in Charlottesville. A true narcissist can only see things through the prism of how they affect him.

He was forced by the avalanche of criticism for his both sides comments to condemn the racists among us. It hurts him to be so misunderstood. His narcissistic wound is acting up again. He was tricking us, but we refused him. We rejected him. We didn’t see him as the consoler-in-chief, the uniter, the hater of violence that he told us he was. Can’t we see his magnificence? Can’t we see his deep wisdom? Can’t we see his needs? We have injured his narcissistic ego and we must pay for it. The fucking raging narcissist.

Gaslighting is the hallmark of the narcissist. They must define reality and truth in any relationship. Your interpretation cannot be tolerated and must be utterly destroyed. You must accept their version of the truth no matter how clearly it contradicts what actually happened. That’s what the Ol’ Pussy Grabber was doing at that podium. He can’t stand knowing that we didn’t fall for his gaslighting on Monday. He hated being forced to make statements he didn’t believe. So, he came out and tried to feed us some cock and bull lines.

11 August, Narcissistic & Malignant?

Y’all may or may not realize that I live in China, which is about 12 hours ahead of the east coast of the USofA. So, right now it is 2:18 PM here and 2:18 AM there. I wake up and the day’s news has already occurred. Some mornings, and this morning is one of them, it is like waking up after being out of touch for a month. I woke up this morning to the headline of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber THANKING Putangin for ousting US diplomats from Russia! He THANKED him. THANKED!

I don’t know if this is a symptom of weak executive skills, malignancy, or narcissism. It certainly is What the holy fuck? Amirite?

And, if that isn’t bad enough, he implies that Putangin has FIRED our diplomats! It is a dizzying thing to hear.

I want to thank him because we’re trying to cut down our payroll, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m very thankful that he let go of a large number of people because now we have a smaller payroll.

— The Ol’ Pussy Grabber

Talk about ass-scratching stuff.

When the Ol’ Pussy Grabber attacks an official in public like he has AG Jeff Sessions and now Senate Mitch McConnell, it is an example of his malignancy. He is being cruel by humiliating these men in public. He treats Mitch like a subordinate. Like Mitch or not, enjoying the schadenfreude beside the point, Mitch McConnell is the leader of a co-equal branch of government. In light of NK and his thanking of Putangin, it seems almost anti-climatic. But, there it is.

He’s essentially calling for Mitch to resign for not passing repeal or repeal and replace, which they never wanted to do, anyway. And, he’s calling him back to work off of their recess to continue beating a dead horse into hamburger. I don’t think it makes political sense for Mitch and Congressional Repubes to continue along this road.

9 August, Narcissistic & Unproductive:

Today in the Watch, we have some real beauts! Come let’s observe the unproductive nature of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s “work!”

First up, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is crashing weddings at his Bedminister golf club again! I’m sure the assembled guests greeted him with that traditional Texas howdy, Oh, fuck! It’s that guy again! At least that’s what I was usually greeted with as I grew up there. Yeah, you’re not golfing, you’re working, riiight! What kind of stooges does he take us for? Oh, that’s right, we’re easy fucking marks in his eyes.

Then we have the battle of master diplomatic negotiators and the shrewd dealings of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber with Kim Jong-Un boy-king of North Korea:

North Korea had best not make any threats against the United States. They will be met with fire and fury like the world has never seen.

— Ye Olde Pussye Grabber

He was responding to this response of Kim Jong-Un to the UN sanctions enacted after the latest missile launch.

The United Fucking States of Fucking Stupid (of course they used more diplomatic language) will pay the price thousands of times for its crimes! There is no bigger mistake than the United States believing that its land is safe across the ocean!

— Some gubment organ in Pyongyang

I must note if only for purely egotistical reasons that someone at Vox is obviously reading Ye Olde Blogge because they note:

Rather, it’s that most leaders understand that North Korea is a rational country that understands the US would destroy it in the event of an actual war, and thus does not want to start a major conflict with the US over nothing. Threats, like the one issued today, are not actually seen as serious (ed note: the one made by NK not the one made by the Ol’ Pussy Grabber)

— Zack Beauchamp, Vox reporter and loyal reader (obviously)

And, last is his much hyped — at least he twitted about it — “major” press conference about the opioid crisis. You’d think he’d be laying love on the opioid addicts of the country instead it was Kellyanne Conway and HHS Secretary Tom Price mumbling something about doing something about the opioid crisis almost like the Ol’ Pussy Grabber covefefed his lil’ tweetter in the bathroom, again, and the admin had to scramble to produce something, you know like his one-page bullet-pointed tax reform plan. So, who do you call when you need someone who doesn’t embarrass easily and has a face so full of botox that it no longer communicates human emotions? Kellyanne the Con Conway, the woman who put the con in Conway. Jesus sodomize me with a broken crucifix, please.

Let’s conclude this wade though the waist-deep sewage of this administration by noting that it’s all bluffy and blustery fun until someone sets off a nuke.

And, now for today’s sickening narcissism:

My favorite on this list of shameful impropriety, though, is this report about the daily briefing the Ol’ Pussy Grabber gets every fucking day! He gets a folder of news clippings and printed screen shots of news chyrons of praise for the wonderful job he’s doing and all of his impressive — more than all the other presidencies of all the countries in the history of the world combined — accomplishments in his first 200 days — gawd why does it feel like it’s been longer than that? so much longer.

This motherfucking folder is 20 to 25 pages long and in addition to news stories of how great a twat he is because one presumes that there aren’t that many, it includes transcripts of powderpuff interviews, positive tweets (tweets for god’s sake!), and then rounded out with pictures of himself! HIM FUCKING SELF!

What else is there to say, other than, we are so fucked.

2 August, Narcissistic & Unproductive:

I started this serial post TODAY, and this is the third update! And, it is a slow news day.

The Wall Street Journal interviewed the Ol’ Pussy Grabber last week but refused to publish a complete transcript of the interview just a measly article. The crafty old Politico done scooped them — that’s journalism-speak for having gotten to the story first — and published the entire transcript! Here’s an excerpt:

TRUMP [sic]: I call it a motion to talk, you know. It’s not a motion to proceed.

BAKER: The Senate view –

TRUMP: It’s not — basically, it’s a motion to talk. But once you get that motion, it’s in pretty good shape, once you get in. It’s hard to get in, but once you get in. So we’re going to see. John McCain was a great help, coming in as he did. And so it was something I very much appreciate, and we’ll see what happens. We’re going to know in about two hours.

BAKER: What have you been doing, Mr. President, sort of behind the scenes?

TRUMP: A lot. A lot.

BAKER: I mean, what do you think the crucial conversations have been?

TRUMP: Many conversations. I just had one with a certain senator that was very convincing to that senator. So I’ve done a lot. I mean, last night — last night it was amazing. I was at the — you know, I was in West Virginia doing certain things and making a speech to the Boy Scouts, and that was some crowd. That was an incredible crowd.

But I’ve been working hard, trying to get the senators to go along with it. And I — you know, I think I — you know, look, just don’t quote me on this unless it happens, but I think we have a pretty good shot. And that vote’s taking place at about 2:00 today, right? 2:00?

Narcissistic: Much has been said about the paucity of detail that liter the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s speech. Look at his description of lobbying senators for the healthcare bill. There is nothing in that little soliloquy. Nothing.

That’s the hallmark of a narcissist: no details, except about themselves. This interview is the perfect example. Many conversations. I just had one with a certain senator that was very convincing to that senator. Okay, I get that he might not want to out the certain senator, not that that has ever stopped the Ol’ Pussy Grabber before. Perhaps if the interviewer had a thick Russian accent, he’d of gotten more detail. But, he could’ve outlined the argument he presented to the certain senator. The interviewer is basically prompting the Ol’ Pussy Grabber throughout. Look at how the interviewer has to direct him to comment on what he’s been doing to help get the bill passed.

Unproductive: Also, much has been made of the disjoint nature of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s unscripted discourse. In that same answer, the he goes from Last night was amazing… I was in West Virginia doing certain things (that the interviewer didn’t stop him right there or at least make an audible gasp in fear of what might be next out of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s pie hole is a minor miracle of journalistic professional restraint) and making a speech to the Boy Scouts.

That tangential jump after the garbled introduction that amazingly whiplash inducing shift from lobbying senators about healthcare to his pornographic favorite drunk uncle speech to the Boy Scouts demonstrates his inability to manage his thoughts and emotions. It is a product of associations that cannot be resisted. Last night. Of course, he thinks of his speech, but he can’t stick to the narrative of lobbying the senators, he has to talk about his speech. It is an imperative.

For most of us, we have a modicum of planning that occurs in our discourse. This planning happens largely outside of our awareness and is based on an interconnected web of associations. You activate one node of that web and nearby nodes are also activated. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber should’ve had his healthcare bill portion of the web activated. Of course, there will be links to other non-healthcare related stuff, but your focus and attention helps weed out the irrelevant bits and pieces. That’s the executive function part.

The Ol’ Pussy Grabber got to last night and he was off chasing the Boy Scout speech. He has no focus or attention.

1 August, Narcissistic:

That White House is a real dumpGolf quoted the Ol’ Pussy Grabber explaining to his Bedminister, New Jersey golf course members. Why would he say such a thing? Because he’s a narcissist and he thinks that by putting down other people and things, he is aggrandizing himself.  reportedly told members of his Trump National Golf Course in Bedminster, New Jersey.

1 August, Unproductive:

The Ol’ Pussy Grabber gets up god knows when or maybe he is sleep-tweeting who knows and tweets his abnormal disturbed thoughts at us.


This is John Kelly’s first day as chief of staff and the Mooch’s last day as the communications director in waiting. Either the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is celebrating the Mooch’s unceremonious dismissal or the mo’fo’ just ain’t right in the head or both. The chaos that is evident by the past two weeks is nothing to be calling great.

But, the chaos that and negative press around it weighs upon his mind. He frets and broods and he cannot defend himself from the anxiety and fear that maybe, just maybe, he isn’t as great as he thinks he is. To prop up the caricature of himself that fronts his hollow void, he must do something… so he acts! He tweets this garbage not for you or me but for himself because he cannot defend against his demons any other way. We should all be very worried about his situation. Very. Worried.

31 July, Narcissistic:

Some of the clearest evidence of his textbook narcissism appeared in a Washington Post story informing us that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber personally dictated a statement that Don Don released about his meeting with the Ruskies to organize their collusion:

He doesn’t think he’s in any legal jeopardy, so he really views this as a political problem he is going to solve by himself, the article quotes an advisor (Le Jejune, mayhaps?) as saying.

Because Trump believes he is innocent, some advisers explained, he therefore does not think he is at any legal risk for a coverup. In his mind, they said, there is nothing to conceal.

Of course he thinks he’s innocent! He’s a narcissist! He cannot be responsible for any error or crime. He is perfect! He’s a narcissist! He believes any and all rules, regulations, and laws can be bent or ignored for him because he’s special.It is a hallmark of narcissism.

19 July, Malignant:

Let’s start this review of madness with some ancient history: the public humiliation of Jeff Sessions. Way back on 19 July — we are living in dog years because I can barely remember this happening — the Ol’ Pussy Grabber gives a gives a grotesquely curious — like a car wreck, you can’t look away, only in this case it was one of those mega 40 car pile ups — interview to the New York Times in which he trows Jeff Sessions under the 40 car pile up. His subsequent treatment of the powder puff pink racist — you know his hands are soft and nails manicured — was so egregious that if it were just about anyone else you might could manage a bit of sorrowing for him.

Consider this headline from The Atlantic:

The Strange, Slow-Motion Defenestration of Jeff Sessions

Why is President Trump badmouthing his attorney general, why doesn’t he just fire him, and what does he hope to accomplish by pushing him out?

Why is he doing it? Because he’s a fucking malignant narcissist and he enjoys torturing and humiliating people. Why are reporters and pundits continually professing confusion over this?


    1. Howdy Anna!

      Hell yes, you can quote me! You can repeat what I’ve said or written. You can even repeat me BEFORE I’ve even said it! Hell, you can put words in my mouth, and I’ll swear I said ’em. You could put anything in my… OKAY, down boy. Down.



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