My Book.

"A Primer on Evil" by me: T!
I am so far underground, my FOO will never find me.
Available on Amazon.com and other online retailers. ISBN: 1436353572.
A brief, smoking-hot 72 pages -- because Evil People are not deep!

My father: An Introduction.

My Father: An Introduction.

"A Primer on Evil," by me: T! ISBN: 1436353572. Available through Amazon.com and other online retailers. 72 pages, because Evil People are not deep!

Hi Everyone!

I created this site to give everyone a place to talk about Evil .

This is not the place to talk about the Great Dictators or the Criminal Masterminds. When was the last time any of these affected you?

No, this is the place to write about all the Evil People you personally know. I wrote my book (A Primer on Evil) and created this website to:

a) List all those traits Evil People have in common.

b) Help you categorize and label them, and,

c) Help you name Evil.

Remember:

To name something is to gain power over it.

Rules for posting:

 Be artful. By nature, I like that which is both beautiful (expresses an idea well) and functional (nails it, giving readers the tools to discern).

Many people, suffering the unacceptable behavior of those around them, are searching on the internet and gravitating to those terms that resonate with them.

That's fine. On my website, I parse it this way:

Narcissist: A character disorder, brought on by an unfortunate childhood. Not fixable, as the narcissist thinks they are practically perfect in every way, and feels no need to visit a psychiatrist.

Sociopath: Believe it or not, many educated and intelligent people are looking for a genetic link. I strongly believe sociopaths are raised, not born.  Nurture, not nature. The best definition I have heard is: they are empty behind the eyes; they have no soul.  

Evil: A choice. Period. Full stop.

1) The Evil Person has clearly made a choice to violate you.

2) The Evil Person is fully aware of his actions, and goes to great lengths to hide it (from others).

3) Unlike the narcissist, who seems to be unaware of the fundamental humanity of his victim, and therefore crosses normal boundaries accidentally as often as not, the Evil Person is fully aware of your humanity, and hates it with every fiber of his being.

I fear that many people have both a natural revulsion -- and great sadness -- to naming those to whom they are closely related, as Evil. So let's get right down to it:

What is Evil, anyway?

The essence of Evil is the deep-seated need to trap, and control, others.

The Evil abdicate their responsibility to think, to feel, to care about anyone but themselves. All discipline is thrown out the window, and they no longer reign themselves in. *

*They do this for one simple elegant reason: to get their own way.

What are their traits?

The two dominant traits of the Truly Evil are self-righteousness, and self-pity.*

*All their actions are justified, and they -- the Evil -- are the true victims.

In my case, (I thought) my father was the greater Evil amongst the people I was born into, (I don't call them my family, as I am happily married now, and my spouse and children are my family).

Like marries like, so my mother was also evil.  Because their children were raised by two control-freaks, isolated from relatives who might have provided balance, my siblings grew up jostling for control, amongst themselves and over others (one sister became a manager so she could destroy the lives of those under her).

My father expressed (to me) almost all the traits of an abusive husband towards his wife.  Here's one:

1) He didn't care whether I was feeling "up" or "down," so long as he put me there. This is the thing I will never forgive him for.  

When I was a child, I was naturally enthusiastic. I loved life. So one day when I was happy and he said to me, "Get off your high horse," or some such. Since he was violently abusive, and I didn't want to get him angry, I thought (child that I was) he will be calmer if I bring myself down a notch, the next time I see him.

In other words, if I can control my behavior, I can control his. (Doesn't this sound like the futile endless loop of a beaten housewife?)

So, on another day, when I was "up" and happy, and forced to see him (my parents were divorced) I rearranged my mood, my posture etc. to bring myself down. (I was nine years old! I shouldn't have to do this!) It was all an attempt to get him to not explode with some violent outburst. I was scared and tired of his outbursts. I thought it would work.

He said, upon seeing my mood, "Hey, buck up. It's not so bad."

What the f**k! How did he know? He never asked me what was going on in my life. He didn't care enough. And the "it" -- of which he spoke -- was him! "It" is bad, because the "it" is you, you f**king freak!