Dating Site Psychopathy Exposed

I’m conducting experiments with men afflicted with psychopathy, and I’ve carefully observed that their brains operate along the same strand of deceitfulness. I’ll make you a list of psychopathic “sameness”. I guess that is a good descriptor of behaviors and words and activities that are weirdly associated among ALL of the psychopathic men on dating sites. Beware of some of these clues exhibited in profiles and messages from a disordered fellow:

(I’m sorry, I don’t date women so I don’t know the psychopathic clues for them. Maybe a commenter can tell us.)

• Love of cooking is common among them, not always a red flag, but take notice in conjunction with these other flags …
• Love of biking extremely long distances (here in Florida anyway.)
• Love to be adrenaline hunters.
• Love to promise to not conduct themselves like idiots and play emotional games. Does that need saying? It’s bait for already emotionally played women desperately seeking solace.

Come hither, damaged damsels, you’re safe with me.

• Love of writing wordy prose that seems earnest on first glance, but is devoid of emotional content. Word salad.

It’s ridiculous how psychopaths say the words but don’t know the music.

Have you found that the sensuality of women is something to appreciate, you emotionless fuck?

“We” do always pick the same type of guy. You, ya trickster you.

Good people don’t have to develop skills …to be good people.

• Love to flat out tell you what a truly amazing guy he is and that you would be lucky to have them. Lots of them have no sense of propriety nor humility. Ugh, it’s wearying.
• Love to send overly excited reactions to items in your profile: “OMG! I love the same things!!!!” Makes you feel real good, don’t it.
• Love to share lengthy stories with extraneous details of their life that have no relativity to your new introductions. You’re made to feel like you’re already a close friend. “My boss’s daughter was building a house … blah blah blah …”
• Love to talk endlessly about their numerous former relationships. This may be an attempt to groom you into behaving like a past (maybe present) girlfriend: “She would always stand at the door and wait for me to open it.” “She offered to pay for half of the meal.” Stop it, asshole, I’m not her/them. Also, bore snore.
• Love to demand lots more pics of you immediately via text, (to add to his pic collection of gullible people).
• Love to introduce the subject of sex really soon. I sat down for a first date lunch and before 30 minutes was up, I learned all the gory details of his S&M experiences. Boundary check much?
• Love to call or text you early in the morning for no reason, and/or later at night than the social norm. Boundary check? Or love-bombing?
• Love to leave you hanging, then act like nothing happened. Below is an example. Also note, this guy is pouring on the garbage and some bizarre love-bombing. How does he know that I am “truly charming” and also “so full of sensual passion”, since we only just texted boring introductions the night before? I feel really sorry for the women who fall prey to this “superficial charm”.

• Love to barrage you with interview questions, requesting every detail of your life in a short amount of time.
• Love to offer enticements that get your hopes up: “I do a lot of traveling to exotic places, and it would be great for you to come along.” Moral of the story: Don’t get your hopes up.

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National Character Counts Week: Welcome to Pathocracy

“There is nothing accidental about the destruction narcissistic psychopaths, especially in power, inflict on the world. Destruction is coded in their character defect. They not only lack empathy and conscience, which makes them incapable of understanding human values, but they are driven to hurt and destroy everyone and everything that stands on their way to power and self-aggrandizement, and/or reminds them of their weaknesses. It is not a question of IF a narcissistic psychopath in power will destroy his world, but how soon.”

good marriage central*

“The presence or absence of conscience is perhaps the deepest human division.”

Ian Hughes

Last week Donald Trump put another nail in the coffin of health care for American citizens, especially the most vulnerable ones; undermined the painstakingly drafted and internationally supported Iran nuclear deal; challenged his Secretary of State to an IQ test; chastised residents of Puerto Rico for their audacity to suffer and die in a hurricane-caused mayhem, and berated football players for their willingness to protest racial injustice. He also proclaimed the next six days, October 15 to 21, National Character Counts Week.

Yes, you have read that correctly.

The man who lies easier than he breathes (there is that perpetual snort, you know), who takes sadistic pleasure in the pain and suffering of others, and who lives for adulation and revenge without any efforts at disguising his destructive motives, lectures America about character.

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A motto for psychopaths?

Ey up, me duck. ‘Ow do?

I spend part of my time living in Yorkshire, the largest county in England. Which is to say, it’s not very large, because England isn’t very large; but it’s still bigger than all the other counties. Yorkshire is the stereotypical ‘North’, home of grim industrial towns, bleak and desolate moors, green sheep-peppered dales, and flat cap-wearing locals with a love of whippets and clog dancing. Yorkshire has given the world stainless steel, Wensleydale cheese, annoying yappy dogs, club football (proper football, not that hand-egg nancy sport played by the Yanks), rugby league, ferret legging (look it up), Yorkshire pudding, white roses, Robin Hood, all three Brontë sisters and Sean Bean. That accent all the miserable northern bastards in Game of Thrones use? That there’s a Yorkshire accent. The eerie town Count Dracula first makes landfall in Britain at? Whitby, in fucking Yorkshire. Naturally.

Basically, the world owes an enormous debt to Yorkshiremen, and don’t they know it! The tongue in cheek motto for all Yorkshire folk between the Pennines and the sea, from Sheffield all the way up to Staithes is:

‘Ear all, see all, say nowt;
Eyt all, sup all, pay nowt;
And if ivver tha does owt fer nowt –
Allus do it fer thissen.

For those of you who don’t speak ‘God’s Own Tongue’, the English translation:

Hear everything, see everything, say nothing;
Eat everything, drink everything, pay nothing;
And if you ever do anything – always do it for yourself.

Now, I don’t know about you, but that to me sounds like a pretty great philosophy to live by. It boils down to take as much as you can without giving in return. Travel the world, and sample as many of its experiences as possible, but don’t sweat the small stuff and get bogged down in pleasing other people. Live for yourself, because nobody else matters. And on the odd occasions when prudence demands you give a little back – to save face, to flatter, to make sure everybody else keeps dancing your tune, then do so without taking your eyes off the ball. Do it for yourself.

So the humble Yorkshire tyke is really just advocating a form of philosophical psychopathy.

Flippin’ ‘Eck!