What does the Boy-King in N. Korea call himself? The Supreme Leader or something? Elizabeth calls herself Queen? It was one of the legend British Actresses, Helen Mirren or Dame Something who was invited to meet with the Queen for tea and said she was busy. Oh, and Bobby Z. was summoned by the Swedish Monarchy to receive a Nobel and apparently was "busy, busy, busy," too. And President-To-Be ... our Boy Who Would Be King seems to believe that boundaries don't apply to him. What's the lyric in XXX-Oliver ... "Y'gotta grab a pussy or two, Boy-oy-oy-oy-oy! Y'gotta grab a pussy or two." Grab a Gazunga ... Get Hold of a Crotch! Call People Names (well, on my Nazi-Schmazi.blogspot.com, I already did a lot of that.) ...
So, I found myself yesterday thinking, just yesterday: Why should I pay taxes? Why the fuck should I pay taxes and why not start hurting people. I could stop paying people who do things for me. I could pollute and run like the Trump Father and Son are according to Rachel Maddow doing in South Carolina.
But getting back to understanding Narcissism and considering the non-rhetorical form of my question, for just a moment, and not teasing my confreres on Free Citizen Therapists ...for just for a sec.
Consider the madness of giving up our sense that parents and all the rest were put on this Good Earth to nurture me ...
I am King. They are my objects.
Freud talked of his Majesty the Baby. Why do I have to pay taxes.
I like to quote Dag from the soon-possibly excommunicated UN:
"Do you wish to forfeit even that little to which your efforts may have entitled you? Only if your endeavors are inspired by a devotion to duty in which you forget yourself completely, can you keep your faith in their value. This being so, your endeavor to reach the goal should have taught you to rejoice when others reach it." (Dag Hammarskjøld - 1957 in Markings, p. 153, 1964)
Wait a good-Godly minute, Dag. The idea is to grab a pussy and not be one. Hey, in Sweden you're not even allowed to cut off a foreskin, I hear. A little Relic of the True Covenant ... like a gram of a little kid's flesh? No ... Nothing. They have circumcisions from the Chinese restaurant: Mock Foreskin with Tofu in Black Bean Sauce.
OK. So, here on (the Free Citizen Therapist Facebook group), those of us who are willing to call a Clown a Pathological Narcissist agree that he's not only a putz but has a sort of illness. I say "sort of" because people with Personality Disorders could really be called the Nasty People ... and they most often are. High Functioning Borderlines are those that hide their careless disregard for all God's other creatures. But ask any therapist stupid enough to treat those who the angry spouses force to come (ask me!) and they'll tell you: when the Darker Split is manifest, these people are just not nice. Sometimes, maybe, they need (to paraphrase Charcot): Punis Normalis Dosem Repetitur ... a good whipping every day or two. Winnicott talked of hate in the countertransference? ... "You bet your bippy!" I have experienced red-hot hate when I'm treated as a utile, as a thing, and cast as the wicked witchy-poo of the dyad, and have them jump down my throat for every misplaced word.
Meat and Potatoes. What's the problem with these folk ... like Donnie Boy. Frankly, it reduces to the choices they give us. In the simplest of circumstances, when they're being Dark, we've give the choice of being a Bastard or a Fool. Their are other dichotomies, too, but they're all similar. Consider the choices he gives people starting with me ...
Do I pay taxes and support his agenda or join a non-tax-paying group and refuse, thus cutting off pyments to those, in need? But so many others.
Does Sen. McCain after some 4 years of being frequently tortured defend against this Dodge Drafter (hey ... I wasn't in Viet Nam, either) and, anyway, what could he say that wouldn't make him look whimpy.
Does Pres. Obama show the Prissy Putz (I love that word Putz) his Birth Certificate and appear at the beck and call of PP or appear to be hiding.
Journalists have big-time with-me or agin-me decisions to make ... lackeys or bullies.
Do the Mexican folk defend or, as their Ex-President said: "I'm not building or paying for his fucking wall."
Does Marco get caught in Elevator Shoes or does he say fuck you.
Yeah. That's it. The choice the narcissist gives is between appearing to be suffering from an Oppositional Defiantly Disordered Middle Age and giving the Rich Kid Who Would Be King ... a solitary finger or appearing defenseless.
By the way ... the way the Pathological Narcissist keeps it going, I think we all agree, is by never offering a defense but replacing it with an offense ... kinda like paranoid projection (I'll call that little pp.
The Prissy Putz will be PP.)
Dos Rep. Lewis look at 55 years of civil rights work and say ... OK ... Donny, your my Prez-Man! or does he say, as man with honesty and political sacrifice built in.
I've thought a dozen or more such cases and many clinical cases ... an I imagine more clearly than ever how the Path. Narcissist's swagger works.
I gotta take a breath. Still arrhythmatic ... and still gotta decide ... to disturb the Universe and "Live Loudly," like Old Emile Z. said about himself and not pay my taxes or, else to sign the Pledge to the Oligarchy.