Most Important Parable.

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The most important parable you could ever memorize for -- not understanding -- but dealing with, evil people.

A young woman was walking down the street, pulling her jacket tighter about herself as protection against the snow.
Suddenly she saw a snake. She was so startled she stopped. He looked weak, and half frozen. He spoke to her.
"If you give me a lift in your coat, it will get me much warmer, and I won't perish out here in the snow."
The woman pulled her coat even tighter about herself .
"But if I do that, you will bite me, and I will die."
"Why would I do that?" asked the snake. "If I bit you, and you died, then we would both die, because I cannot take the cold."
The woman was repulsed, but she felt she couldn't argue with the logic. And besides, she felt sorry for the snake. So she lifted him up and placed him underneath her jacket, next to her throat, and continued on her way.
After she had walked a city block, she felt a sharp pain in her throat, and reached up to feel blood there. She slid to the ground and fell over, feeling her life slip away. Through blurry eyes, she saw the snake uncoil and crawl into the snow.
"But now we will both die!" said the woman. "Why did you do that?"
"I couldn't help it," said the snake, "it is my nature." And he slithered off to die in the snow.


The Evil will always work against their own best interests.

I know you don't believe this, but it's true. It's a movie affectation that The Evil are greedy and money-grubbing, that they want the best houses, the prettiest, most-handsome spouses, and all that life has to offer.
The Evil value controlling others. They will take you down at all costs. All costs. This consumes them so much that they don't pursue other, normal, interests.

They are a Narcissist Narcissist Narcissist Narcissist Narcissist Narcissist Narcissist Narcissist Narcissist Narcissist Narcissist Narcissist

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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!