Saturday, May 28, 2016

Good-kill

Just saw a kick ass movie with the man Ethan Hawk.  He plays a drone pilot that launches attacks from a cubicle in Las Vegas at Taliban targets on the other side of the world. Their preferred strategy was to bomb a building and watch the rescuers come and then hit them again. When his wife asks him what he did at work one day he tells her how he bombed a building and as they sifted through the wreckage and put the bodies in coffins and carried them directly to the grave sight, that most of the mourners were high ranking members of the opposition so he bombed the funeral service as they said their prayers. I couldn't help but think of my mother and the carefree way she treated the plight of people that didn't include her. After my father died she forbade us to go to the funeral and after she died she directed my ex to hide her death from us. I can't think of many people who missed the funerals of both parents because of the insanity of just the one but it is what it is.
This is what I think go's on in a narcissists head as they unleash their destruction on their family.
Except to a malignant narcissist there is no such thing as a wrong target.
 They want everyone dead and gone.
And they will do whatever  it takes to exterminate everyone around them. 

9 comments:

Five Hundred Pound Peep said...

Except for all the prodigious breeding, everyone would be dead that knows my mother....what is so dumb about her, as she destroys everyone around her, and everyone dies young even the GC MiniMe who has already had cancer at the age of 44, and my brother with his quadruple by pass at age 47, the new generations aren't going to give a damn about an old lady and if she lives long enough the MONEY that keeps her in the game now will run out.

They are a nuclear bomb on families. I may live longer then expected and sometimes I don't know why I have lived so long with so many health problems. Mean enough I guess? One way God is being nice to me?

q1605 said...

About my mother forbidding us to go to my fathers funeral. My fathers mother told my mother if she came to his funeral she would stab her with an ice pick. So if she couldn't go we couldn't go either. Good times! good times.

Joan S said...

My mother enjoyed others pain, and I had a friend who was like that too. My advice, if you are sharing a sad, sad thing, and the other person is having a hard time containing their pleasure, just walk away.

q1605 said...

Their was one saving grace from enduring that Yahoo narc fest and that was one lady who's stock phrase is anything you say can and will be used against you by a Narcissist.

q1605 said...

Peep my life is barren. I was not cut out to be on disability. I have worked my whole life through. I am sick every single day and after I have watched each and every showtime movie two or three times I sit and wonder why the powers that be are toying with me when they could just as easily drop kick me to the other side.

Five Hundred Pound Peep said...

Your fathers mother could have picked you kids up or provided a way but chose not to. Yeah stay away from people who get pleasure from your suffering including so called "friends". Also beware of snobbish church ladies and fix-its that only befriend people of lower status then them who face a lot of suffering. Q being on disability is hard, I agree. I think of the things I could be doing without this body. I haven't even left the house in two days. I putter around and do comics and there's always too much housework and cooking foisted on me but I've been disabled 20 years and watching people live their lives just got harder rather then easier. Speaking of showtime, I watched VC Andrew movies while eating dinner and drawing one comic panel I spent only 15 minutes on. 5 hours of every day is dedicated to various medical activities. One kind of wants to have more of a life then this. Then there's the PAIN and sickness. I woke up with a hearing drop this morning, though some came back, and felt like my body got beat up just from cooking a dinner, and washing the sink in the bathroom, I tried to clean the floor with an old rug scrubber, but had to call in husband ready to fall over to finish the job.

q1605 said...

I was fixing a window at my father sisters house a few years ago and she said she should have stood up to her mother which is my grandmother and his mother (they were brother and sister). That side of the family includes about half the county and I was 2 days out from listening to him die in the yard and I don't think I was prepared for the circus that it might have been so I told her not to beat herself up about it. Me and sis not going is more of a way to illustrate how crazy my mother kept things going around her. People do a lot of supposition about things like his death. During that conversation she said something about how glad she was he did it somewhere else and I just stood there for a second and wondered aloud do WHAT somewhere else. And she said shoot himself. I asked her for clarification and she go's off on this spiel about she knew her brother and she knew he wouldn't do that around me so I had to tell her how he went out of his way to put me in the middle of it but she started crying so I sugar coated it for her consumption. There was nothing to gain from torturing her with the memory of her saintly brother. Who was no saint at all.

Joan S said...

Yes, the grandmother should have taken you and your sister to your father's funeral, gee, so sad that didn't happen.

q1605 said...

was so long ago and what I should have stated with more conviction that side of the family were the kind of folks who would try to jump in the coffin yelling for god to take them instead. We stayed home and had a nice lunch my grandmother on my mom's side cooked. By the day of the funeral I was burnt from church people coming in and joining hands and praying and I had all I could stand and couldn't stand much more. I went and hid in the hay loft when people lingered too long.