Friday, January 29, 2016

Prophets Prey

Yeeaah! I know you guys don't watch the music videos I post and I'm good with that.
This is kind of longish and you'll probably  need a hot shower after you see it, but it really shows the damage an unchecked narcissist can do. 
And I thought my mother was creepy! 
This makes her look sane and lucid.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Another musician down! Paul Kantner 1941-2016

Look what's happening out in the streets
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
Hey I'm dancing down the streets
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
Ain't it amazing all the people I meet
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
One generation got old
One generation got sold
This generation got no destination to hold
Pick up the cry
Hey now it's time for you and me
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
Come on now we're marching to the sea
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
Who will take it from you
We will and who are we
We are volunteers of America

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Readers Digest presents "Jokes for Narcissists"

#1) "My husband and I have a freelance drywall business. One way we promote our business is to canvass neighborhoods in the city, putting fliers in mailboxes.

One particular afternoon, we became separated during our stuffing in a neighborhood with a particularly circuitous set of winding streets. Wanting to see if he had been through a certain area, I opened up a mailbox and looked in.

A passerby walking with her child asked me what I was doing. I said, "Oh, I'm looking for my husband."

The passerby said "Oh, you must have a really small husband."

To which I replied, "No, you stupid bitch. I just wanted to see if he has been down this street putting fliers in the mailboxes."

#2) Nothing could seem to stop two members of our congregation from talking during the morning song service, so we decided to try a little experiment. We met a little before the service began and formulated a plan.

As the congregation sang "Just as I am without one plea, but that my Lord has died for me," the two elderly women began their incessant chatter once again. At that instant, two of us grabbed and held the women, while the rest of the 240 members of the congregation brutally sodomized them for eight hours.

After that, they never talked in church again.

#3) While my husband, Darnell, repaired his car in the back yard and I did laundry in the basement, our two children, ages seven and five, were in the house dialing random phone numbers. Unbeknownst to us, the children called 911.

Within minutes, two police officers came running through the back yard, guns drawn. "What's the problem?" they asked my son.

Darnell looked up from his work, regarded the officers with a wry grin, and responded, "My clutch went out. You wanna hand me a wrench?"

To which the police officers replied, "No, you bastard. You wanna eat hot death?" At which time they shot Darnell in the face four times.

#4  My daughter, Susan, uses a wheelchair. One rainy day, we returned home after a shopping trip. On the carpeted platform of the ramp to the backdoor, she hesitated, then turned her chair around, rubbing the wheel on the ground several times.

I impatiently asked, "Are you going into the house or not?"

"Mom," she responded quietly, "I'm wiping my feet."

"Then I guess you can stay outside, you ****ing cripple," I said.

#5) I'm a prison guard who was recently transferred to Litchfield State, a maximum security pen located in a remote section of Maine's backwoods. After a month of this job related isolation, cabin fever set in and I started to get lonely.

I decided to ask advice from Heinz, a fellow guard who has been there for quite some time. I approached him during roll call.

"Hey, Heinz," I whispered. "What do you guys usually do for a little action out here?" I punctuated this question with a few pelvic thrusts to insure that he got the idea.

Without saying a word, Heinz pointed across the cell block to Washington, the scrawny African-American custodian who was busy mopping around a toilet. No way, I thought to myself.

However, later that week my hormonal urges took over and, considering the non-existent alternatives, I followed Washington into the janitor's closet and cornered him by the sinks. Slamming the door shut, I "bitch slapped" him several times with the butt of my pistol, pinned his left arm behind his back with one hand, and ripped down his pants with the other. I was wailing away pretty heavily when the door suddenly opened, and a startled Heinz confronted me with a dazed look.

"No, no! he exclaimed. "I meant we use Washington's car to drive into town!"

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Estranged Parents Forum Culture by Issendia

On forums for estranged parents, the average poster is:
  • Female. Many forums are entirely female, and forums with male members rarely have more than one or two, total.
  • Aged 55 to 70. A significant minority are 70 and above. Older members are more likely to drop in, ask a question, and leave rather than becoming regular commenters. There's also a significant and active minority aged 45-55.
  • White, Christian, and U.S.-born, with a sizable contingent from the rest of the English-speaking world.
  • Working class to middle class
  • Has 1-3 children aged 18-45, with a significant minority of children under 18 and a smaller minority aged 45-55.
  • Divorced, often more than once. The divorce rate is much higher than average.
  • Remarried, often more than once. The current record is six remarriages.
  • One or more previous husbands were abusive, but the current husband is not.
  • May have spent several years as a single mother.
  • Parents were/are abusive, with particular focus on the mother.
  • May have been estranged from her mother earlier in life, but is not currently estranged, or was not estranged at the time of the mother's death.
  • Had/has a close relationship to her mother.
  • Has not been to therapy, and is distrustful of therapists in general.
  • Abusive parents gave birth to abused daughters, who bonded deeply with their mothers and stayed by their mother's side in adulthood despite ongoing abuse. The daughters found themselves drawn to abusive men and recreated the abusive home of their childhood. However, they vowed to be better parents than their own parents were. Although they thought they succeeded, their own sons and daughters now accuse them of abuse. As Rosa, a commenter on the Love, Joy, Feminism blog said,
    I do wonder if that's not the key for an awful lot of parents who are surprised and appalled that their children have grievances with them. If they were beaten down by terrible parenting and never saw themselves having the choice to leave, and they did better by their own kids - less violence, more love and support - they may end up with kids who are able to enforce boundaries and demand respect as adults better than they could themselves.
    That could feel terribly unfair - I didn't beat you with a belt, we only spanked! And we required you to do well in school, instead of demanding you drop out and make money for the family. And in return you tell me I was still violent and controlling?
    The focus on mothers and daughters is inevitable given the composition of estranged parents' forums. I'm not trying to pin all the blame on the mothers; if anything, the few men who do post appear to be even less stable, more controlling, and more demanding than the women. But the male sample is tiny and the female sample enormous, so it's impossible not to focus on the mothers.

Friday, January 22, 2016

Lance Armstrong

If you watch the crime TV shows, the Narcissist criminals always push too far and metaphorically try to steal more than they can carry. Like Lance Armstrong. They say if he had never returned to cycling that seventh time he could have kept his prize money and his endorsement contracts and rode off into the sunset. But someone dangled that one extra carrot  and he just couldn't walk away. The same with the people who commit horrific crimes. They always marry some chump and believe that they should get his estate and then take life insurance policies out on the guy. Then kill him in an impossible way and tell authorities a story that no one could believe and by the time they realize how implausible it is, they have to keep telling it over and over and they end up going to prison forever. Like my mother. She fobbed the lie that her accomplice was saving her from being raped by the guy that ended up in prison. 

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Glenn Frey 1948 2016

In a time when there are musicians who cannot play an instrument, and singers who have never sang a non auto tuned  note. There are still people that call the Eagles over rated and a shitty band.   
If  you are a journalist it's even more wrong.
If Glen Frey were alive he would kick your ass 
As Neil Young once sang, 
So all you critics sit alone 
your no better than me for what you've shown

Sunday, January 17, 2016

The Imitation Game

As a child, Alan Turings idiosyncrasies invited unspeakable cruelty from his peers at boarding school. The unforgivable infractions were quirks like being unable to eat his lunch if the peas and carrots on his plate touched one another. He would dutifully segregate the peas to one side of his plate and the carrots to the other and wouldn't take a bite until his vegetables complied with the order he envisioned in his head. His school mates would dump their vegetables on his head just for the sake of cruelty.   They would take up the floor boards and stuff him under in a sort of an above ground coffin and not let him out until he learned to patiently wait them out in silence. He explained that people are cruel for the fun of it, and by removing the outward signs of anguish, you remove the stimulus that spurs them on. Your inaction shows their act for what it really was. Hollow and petty.  This must be what drives the narcissist to hang on dearly to the people they treat like shit.
  Their life may not depend on it, but you going no contact removes the stimulus that gives their cruelty  meaning. It's the old "if a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound". Instead it's more like "if  there is no audience for a narcissist to play to, are their acts really cruel?"  Of course the short answer to that is yes, they are infinitely cruel. But I would say that each successive act of unwitnessed and unrequited cruelty provides them an ever diminishing return on their acts. Until the cruelty they subject us to becomes an an act of frivolous repetition. If people see them for the hollow and petty persons they really are, it will take the wind out from their sails and the sails of their enablers and illustrates how they are no better than bullies on the playground.. If you are unaware of who Alan Turing is, him and his quirky demeanor created the machine that deciphered the Nazi's code machine Enigma and put WWII to an end years before it would have been over without the information they acquired by eavesdropping on Gemany's communications. His "Turing Machine" was the fore runners of what we call computers today.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

David Bowie 1947-2016.

Even in the last days of his life, David Bowie uses his creativity to waive goodbye.

I wonder what him and Mick Ronson are up to right about now?

Monday, January 11, 2016


I so love when there are actors and scripts that are so convincing that they do an ACON bloggers job for them.
This is a clip from the showtime series "Shameless." In this scene Fiona.... (Emma Rossum) is in the office of Child Protective Services in Chicago trying to regain custody of her brothers and sisters and get to the bottom of who made an anonymous call that resulted in all her brothers and sisters being taken from their house and put into foster homes. The call was made by her father who is an alcoholic and absentee parent. They got so disgusted with him that they took him and his drunk ass out and threw him in a dumpster. To retaliate he made an "anonymous"call  that resulted in all the brothers and sisters being parceled out to people who lived in even worse conditions than they did. In this scene the case worker told Fiona that she had to take a bathroom break and to be sure and NOT click on this audio file marked with their last name. Which was her way of telling Fiona that if she accidentally played this audio it would just be too bad.  And that she can't be held responsible for what happened when she was away from her desk. Watch the expression on her face as she starts with this inquisitive look and how it morphs into recognition as she hears her fathers voice and then change from recognition to a mixed look of fury and disgust. She now knows it was her father that cost them untold thousands for lawyers and the undoing of everything she busts her ass every day to keep  together. And that he did it all for shits and giggles.
Remember as he tells the case worker about the shitty parent there, he is actually talking about himself. Literally.
I am sure everyone reading this has had a similar moment when the narc gave them that straw that broke the camels back. I think this clip shows that perfect storm of denial and enabling and that bottom line of "even this bastard won't sell his own hard working kids down the river like that". Which is exactly what he did the first chance he got. 

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Listen to me Marlon

“In the United States we think we have at our disposal virtually everything—and I emphasize the word “think.” We have big houses and cars, good medical treatment, jets, trains and monorails; we have computers, good communications, many comforts and conveniences. But where have they gotten us? We have an abundance of material things, but a successful society produces happy people, and I think we produce more miserable people than almost anyplace on earth. I’ve traveled all over the world, and I’ve never seen people who are quite as unhappy as they are in the United States. We have plenty, but we have nothing, and we always want more. In the pursuit of material success as our culture measures it, we have given up everything. We have lost the capacity to produce people who are joyful. The pursuit of the material has become our reason for living, not enjoyment of living itself.” 
Marlon Brando