NPD to a T

For those of you who have allowed your subscription to the American Journal of Psychiatry to lapse or, like me, who engaged in some light napping during Psych 101, let me remind you.  NPD is the working abbreviation for Narcissistic Personality Disorder.  The “to a T” part you will have to figure out on your own. NPD has been getting some play on the net lately, in fact, a friend of a friend just sent me an interesting piece applying NPD to a current political celebrity.  I, of course, would never do that.  Consider this, then, just an intellectual inquiry to an interesting, long ignored subject. First let me deal with the etymology of the term...

I Lead Two Lives

Under Construction-to be competed soon Remember the old kitschy spy series, in which the lead character was a normal citizen, spy and double agent…yeah, I thought so.  It dealt with the complexities of life that demanded the behavior of a regular joe, a communist spy, and an FBI counter spy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not suggesting that my life which has devolved to life in the big city and life in the country is fraught with similar complexities.  Not by a long stretch.  Although, it does have its moments. My plan was to live, more or less in equal parts, in our condo in Dallas county and our farm in Fannin county.  Actually, that’s not...

Why I Would Never Vote for Trump.

I’m sure that the last thing any of you, discerning readers, want is more, any more, about the presidential election, or Hillary or the Trumpster. And yes, I know that I promised that my last posting on him would be my last. But like most politicians, I lied. I cannot help myself. I recently read an interesting piece by a reporter for that reportedly liberal rag, The New York Times, wherein he posed a question to himself. It went something like this, “Will I be able to explain to my kids that I did all that I could to make sure Trump did not become president?” For those like me who are aghast at even the remote possibility of Trump as the...

I Yam What I Yam

Of course, all of you of a certain age, remember the deeply insightful words of Popeye, and the title of this post, first uttered by him in 1933 and subsequently by Robin Williams as Popeye in 1980…my personal fave.  Without trying to put Popeye on the couch, it is generally understood that he meant…what you see is what you get, don’t expect anything more.  Not a bad proscription for us all.  But what is missing is the how.  How did Popeye get to be who he was?  From whence cometh his sparkling personality?  What about those bulging muscles…was it really the spinach?  Was his mom a good looker?  Did his dad go to sea? John Locke first...

The Trump Phenomena Explained

This is what you’ve all been waiting for.  A succinct (and plausible) explanation of why a significant slice of our citizens are willing to not only stand in line for a Trump event, but to actually pull the lever, or punch the ticket in a voting booth for The Donald.  I will remind you that I’m not a newcomer to the Trump discussion, nor am I in the least an unprejudiced reporter of things Trump.  Please see my previous posting Bloviator-in-Chief to validate my credentials in that regard.  I woke up from a fitful sleep the other night at the tailend of a nightmare in which President Trump was giving his first State of the Union speech, and had just...