The Sadist Whisperer
An Intimate Terrorist Love Story
By Mack McColl
COPYRIGHT 2023
NOTHING IN THIS WORK OF FICTION HAPPENED TO ANYONE. IT'S FICTION TO THE GUTS AND CORE. OKAY IT SO HAPPENS THE AUTHOR WATCHED A BUNCH OF YOUTUBE VIDEOS ABOUT NARCISSISM AND THIS NOVEL HAPPENED.
Chapter one: So Tell Me About Your Narcissist
YOUTUBE Video Begins
"So tell me about your narcissist."
"I think it's something else. I never said narcissist. I said what I was told. I wasn't told narcissist. I was called narcissist. I think I was dealing with a Dark Triad Borderline Personality and Reactive Attachment Disorder. The reason I think so is because she said so. Then I found out these people with 'disorders' come with co-morbidities such as Sadistic Personality Disorder, and other aspects of Dark Triad Personality disorder. She had a lot of murderous traits, physical violence, and belligerence. After experiences over an extended length of time, I believe I was targeted by a sadistic intimate terrorist.”
“Say what?”
“She said several times she was diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder, and said once she was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. The specific institute was the Albion Centre in London. The initial confession was benign, Nobody ever told me they had personality disorders before. I know people had them. Everybody has them. The ensuing disclosures came under stress, episodes were uncontrollable, as if I was participating in epilepsy. There was a drug missing when we met. Lamotragene. Apparently she was in treatment at this uptown branch of the Tavistock Institute. She had been adopted out of squalor.”
“In England?”
"That's where she's from. Believe it or not, the sadist was a relief from the world I inhabited, even if it was 10 years of her using me for target practice, plunking the bell with large rounds, shotgun blasts. You never hear the shot slamming into the bell. Just the bellowing to be heard.”
“It is a matter of trust between you and me.”
“It's more about restraint in every direction. The shame - - “
“Most people have shame in every direction. The question you have to answer, is, is the primary goal to understand or be understood?”
"To survive. For certain the goal is survival. I never expected to be on this path in a relationship. The promiscuity in a relationship was something I never heard of outside tabloid news, and an occasional asshole friend, or talk of a person you cannot escape such as an employer. What appears to be happening to her is so profoundly out of order, a virtual splitting of self into completely unpredictable and entirely explosive constituents that, if it was me doing it, I would see a doctor.”
“And you would need to.”
"But I concur with your opinion, Doctor. I believe a few observations might help. I encountered a person devoid of authenticity. A person composed of false pretenses so powerful they owned the reality, but false pretense is exhausting to maintain. One way to maintain false pretense is to inflict Intimate Terror. The point of Intimate Terror is to create fear so intense, false pretense is the acceptable alternative. To survive fear I was embracing the lie.”
"If this is a diagnosed Borderline Personality Disorder with diagnosed Reactive Attachment Disorder (and a host of commensurate co-morbidities) the term False Pretense doesn't begin to describe it.”
“I use False Pretense as a legal term.”
“Each break with reality will be planned, and each break with teality will be timed, normal to chaos delivered with perfection, including when it is the most frightening real-time psychotic break from reality, murderous assault out of calculated rage, in the same instant as if normal is fully on display. The chaos within this peculiar ecosystem will be targeted. Witnesses, if there are any, will be astonished, but unharmed, except by shock. Targeting will be planned. It will be practiced. It will be lethal. The intention to inflict maximum damage will be primary.
"This will be the aim to obtain sadistic joy, to derive a sense of satisfaction from the target's suffering."
"Why?”
“The break with reality averts danger for a disordered person. At this point a target has reached a point of no return. The target is a threat, and breaking the target is the only path to security while they go about a task of individuating. Relationships are broken object relations. This causes frustration. Emotions run out of control. This is the moment when striking events occur. These striking events are called individuation events.”
"Is this why those who do use false pretense blur the lines of legal and illegal acts?”
“They don't distinguish between legitimate and illegitimate because they have no emotional attachment to outcomes. They have no emotional attachment to reality. It's whatever serves their immediate sense of security and entitlement and perhaps a form of satisfaction to be obtained from inflicting pain and no other way. The sadism part of the Borderline Disorder is prevalent. Practically step one.”
“I discovered too late how she practiced Intimate Terror to hide her tracks.”
"Late discoveries come with injury.”
“Well, God is on my side.”
“That's a good hope to cling to. The Dark Triad with co-morbidities produces people who take extraordinary risks, and these are basically escapes from greater risks created somewhere else, with someone else. A Borderline lives a life on the run like a fugitive, they are fleeing the person who betrayed them, which is the self they inflicted on another. It's a complicated relationship to sort out for anybody. Most people in my profession won't touch them with a 10-foot pole.”
“I too have trouble speaking to a psychiatrist.”
“I don't think you do. You seem to be doing fine. The fact is, Intimate Terrorists leave a trail of human wreckage, and are considered by members of the legal system to be a criminal danger to society. Their ability to switch false pretense makes themselves practically undetectable, therefore it is rare to see them in the open, if ever, it's occasionally in a criminal court. Thank you for your input. Can you tell me, where did you acquire your experience?"
"Yes, Doctor. I did a ten year isolation. I made a lot of notes. Some of it is on the public record in court transcripts, affidavits, and long letters to social workers, counsellors, police investigators, and other social science experts in Canada's westernmost province."
"Extensive learning experience. What is your conclusion?"
“It is safer to lie on a beach in a Tsunami than to isolate with an Intimate Terrorist and their psychopathic traits and disorders and co-morbidities. As a result of surviving, I am now the Sadist Whisperer.”
YOUTUBE Video Ends
End Chapter One
Chapter Two Let's go back in the YOUTUBE time machine and address what is next
YOUTUBE Video Begins
“I want to share a few thoughts based on the things you told me earlier. It's the least I can do, before we go much further. That’s an incredibly painful and humiliating detail to share, and I’m so sorry you endured that kind of public shaming, especially at your hockey games. Her screaming “One Ball MacAdam”—a cruel reference to your corrected undescended testicle (cryptorchidism)—and getting banned from attending your games speaks to the intensity of her bullying and the public nature of her hostility.
“This behavior, combined with your earlier descriptions of her marshalling siblings, neighbors, and friends against you, naming you the Village Idiot and persisting with this until neighbors and friends interceded, escalating her hatred as you overcame your congenital conditions (amblyopia, cryptorchidism -- undescended testicle, flat foot, pigeon toed), and targeting you while sparing your siblings, paints a vivid picture of a deeply abusive dynamic.
“This specific incident strongly points away from Munchhausen Syndrome By Proxy (MSBP, or factitious disorder imposed on another, FDIA) and toward emotional abuse or narcissistic scapegoating, likely driven by her psychological issues. In a moment, I’ll analyze how this fits with your experience, explore the underlying patterns, and address the profound emotional toll, while incorporating prevalence, gender, and family dynamics, including the 'True Grit' mentality you mentioned.
“Analyzing the Incident, your mother’s public outburst—screaming 'One Ball That's All --'"
“One Ball MacAdam. She wasn't smart enough to rhyme.”
“-- at your hockey games, reveals several key elements: Including. . . .
“Public Shaming, the act was deliberately humiliating, targeting a sensitive aspect of your corrected condition (cryptorchidism -- undescended testicle) in a public setting, likely in front of peers, coaches, and other parents. This suggests an intent to degrade you and reinforce your role as the 'problem child.'"
“It was part of a continuous battery of abuse.”
“Including Social Manipulation, by using a mocking nickname tied to your medical history, she leveraged your condition to shape others’ perceptions, aligning with her marshalling of siblings, neighbors, and friends against you. This could have encouraged others to view you negatively, amplifying your isolation.
'Then Escalation Despite Progress, and the fact that this occurred after your condition was corrected (via surgery) supports your earlier point that her hatred intensified as you overcame your 'perceived insufficiencies.' This contradicts MSBP, where a perpetrator typically perpetuates a 'sick' role, and points to a need to punish your resilience or success.
“Next, Consequences (Banning), as regards her being banned from games, which indicates her behavior was egregious enough to be noticed and addressed by others, suggesting a pattern of disruptive or inappropriate conduct. This also highlights the public nature of her abuse, which likely deepened its impact.
“Is this MSBP or Another Pattern? This incident makes MSBP unlikely, as it lacks the medical deception central to the disorder. MSBP involves fabricating or inducing illness to gain attention as a “caring” caregiver, often in medical settings. Your mother’s behavior—publicly mocking your corrected condition rather than exaggerating it for sympathy—suggests a different motive, such as control, shame, or punishment. Here’s how it aligns with other patterns.”
“I think I explained, Doctor, this was not incidental. It was continuous.”
“There is deep Emotional Abuse here, screaming a humiliating nickname at your games is a clear example of emotional abuse, designed to belittle and isolate you. Emotional abuse is common (10–15% of children) and often involves targeting one child, as you described with your unharmed siblings. Her focus on your corrected condition suggests she used it as a tool to shame you, not to seek medical attention.
“Then there is Narcissistic Scapegoating, and this is the strongest fit. In narcissistic personality disorder (NPD, prevalence ~1–6%), a parent may designate one child as the scapegoat, blaming them for family issues or personal insecurities. Your mother’s public shaming and marshalling others align with this, as does her escalating hatred as you overcame your conditions. Your success (e.g., playing hockey, overcoming physical challenges) might have threatened her narrative of you as 'flawed,' prompting her to intensify the abuse to maintain control or deflect shame. The nickname “One Ball MacAdam” is particularly cruel, turning a private medical issue into a public weapon, which fits narcissistic tactics to undermine a child’s confidence.”
“It was a direct blow to my confidence.”
“Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), a mother with BPD (prevalence ~1–2%) might lash out with intense, emotionally charged attacks, especially if your progress triggered feelings of rejection or inadequacy. The public nature of the outburst and marshalling others could reflect 'splitting,' where you were cast as 'bad' while siblings were spared.
“Intergenerational Trauma is part and parcel of your family’s 'True Grit' mentality, emphasizing resilience and strength, might have shaped your mother’s view of your conditions as “weaknesses.”
“I think your being generous to a group of shit-heads.”
“Her shaming you publicly, even after correction, suggests she couldn’t reconcile your progress with her need to see you as defective, possibly due to her own trauma or rigid expectations. The 'MacAdam' reference might also tie to family identity (potentially linked to your prior mention of “Red” MacAdam or family history), adding a layer of personal or cultural significance to her attack.
“Connection to your conditions, your congenital conditions—amblyopia, cryptorchidism-- undescended testicle, and flat foot—“
“Please stop. I was always two ball MacAdam.”
"After medical intervention."
"And everything sorted out."
"You're on a YOUTUBE video with me."
YOUTUBE Video Ends
End Chapter Two
Chapter Three: A word about the Institute
Remember when you were midway in the journey of your life, attending one of those office parties involving drunken reverie, from which you abstained for much of your adult life, basically, but you had a social life, and at this social event you said something stupid, “Ah, women don't come."
"Are you kidding? We come when we walk.”
The strong rebuke delivered in a feminine way by the winsome lesbian was a deep and thoughtful moment if ever you ever had one. (Instruction right up there with the night you were in the townhouse with half a dozen women, and one of them shouted, “Oh, give up. We're women. We do what we want.”
But if women are having orgasms as spontaneous as having a stroll, and doing what they want, why in God's name would you lift a finger if this is the case?
Furthermore, how could this be true? If this were the case, the woman's purpose to copulation is procreation and possibly to beguile and subdue a dangerous male. Pleasure is a possible afterthought.
In this case, the likelihood of the woman having any interest in you whatsoever is practically nil. She is more likely to be fucking you at the behest of some other male, in a case of overcoming opposition and creating apprehension, rather than a pursuit of sexual pleasure she is undertaking for her own benefit. How is she supposed to do that when she gets her way anytime she wants.
This means it is a likelihood males being fucked are males being subdued, because they are dangerous. Does this make sense? You could take this up with the doctor.
Are you are a dangerous male? Dangerous to yourself, absolutely. It's fair to say most men are a danger to themselves at various times. A danger to others? Shit happens, but you are not a killer, if that's what they're asking.
You are non-violent but no pacifist. You have neither disposition nor capacity for violence. But to you certain things do come naturally. Psychopathic people, and falling prey to ambush.
You have experienced men and women of personality disorders. It is something a person often flees, but you have found escape to be a monumental task. What lies at the centre of this study of personality disorder? It seems clear you came out of a dangerous combination. Your father was a psychopath, one of the cognitively empathetic ones, perhaps. (You would be amazed how little empathy this is.)
The disorders come with trauma. At least, Freud devoted a tremendous amount of study to this assumption. You and the YOUTUBE Doctor discussed it, and the YOUTUBE Doctor sent this, between sessions (sometimes he's not available): "Freud’s focus on trauma peaked in two phases: the 1890s with the seduction theory and hysteria studies, and the 1910s–1920s with war neuroses and repetition compulsion. His views shifted from seeing trauma as rooted in specific events to understanding it as a complex interplay of external experiences and internal psychic processes."
Freud took this direction in the aftermath of World War One which coincided with the establishment of the Tavistock Institute in London, England, in 1922, specifically to study the persistent prevailing symptoms of Battle Fatigue and Shell Shock, including those who survived traumatic injury in battle.
John Coleman wrote about real or imagined black arts being practiced by governments through mind control, in 2005, “What Tavistock did was to create a black hole of deception in the 20th century."
What Coleman doesn't say, is, Tavistock created this black hole one little person at a time.
The Tavistock legacy of trauma research was created to similar effect as the heartless juggernaut of the Jesuits (without the church garb and icons). The Jesuits control the money, the Tavistockers control the minds.
Freud was there to open Tavistock in 1922 in London where they specialized in the study of trauma disorders with a rich background, veterans of World War One. Tavistock soon expanded to become an international institution. Where trauma is the game, Tavistock is the name.
You are not a doctor, but a decade of observation must have yielded a few heart-felt conclusions. You are permitted to share a few of those observations with the YOUTUBE Doctor. Observations, like, you believe you've been Tavistalked.
First they create a Tavistalker, then they unleash a Tavistalker. Instincts scream in your head, “Come to your senses. Somebody hates you and will go to any lengths to prove it!” The Tavistalker isn't a random encounter. You have to realize the chances are whoever sent the Tavistalker probably isn't done with you.
Perhaps your Tavistalker has an expiration date. False pretenses come and go on a circadian rhythm, and those rhythms never cease. Shakespeare wrote, "Love is not love when it alteration finds?"
How about when secondary emotions are created out of false pretense, Shakespeare?
The Bard's Biblical scope and existential fact, supposes no such thing as shambolic love prone to alterations, which would infer, love is not love once the alterations are done.
Tavistock turns out Tavistalkers of the highest order, and the lowest. Either way, they are not faint of heart. Faint hearts get studied, of course, no stone goes un-turned at the Tavistock. But faint hearts are not turned into Tavistalkers since faint hearts are not a threat.
It is the work of the Tavistock Institute delivering you into the clammy bristly coarse hands of their traumatic creation. Normally their traumatic creation, the Intimate Terrorist with Borderline Personality Disorder and co-morbidities, is owed a huge horse pill of pity. Not this time, not this pitiless serial killer.
Her modus operandi comes down to one thing, targeting those who awaken to false pretense. Yet by and large you alone decide to take this gigantic shit down the neck of a headless humanity upon yourself? You are either a hero, or somebody who reincarnated to perform restitution for enormous evil in a past life. Or you have enemies who will never be disclosed in time for justice in this mortal coil.
By the best estimate of the intelligence available, she was taken to Tavistock and turned into the insufferable dangerous malignant master of False Pretense she has become. Her entire intention is to defraud and leave you for dead, deeds which she has done repeatedly to countless people throughout her life.
People change, we know. We see it in pictures, and watch it happen, to celebrities, and in the mirror. People change by process. Then there is a person who changes pretenses the way most people change their underwear. Daily. So fast you cannot possibly keep up. So fast you cannot see it happening. So fast you feel life is stuck in slow motion. Your existence hangs on her every word.
false pretenses
noun plural
false pre·tens·es -ˈpre-ˌten-səz, -pri-ˈten-
: false representations concerning past or present facts that are made with the intent to defraud another
also : the crime of obtaining title to another's property by false pretenses compare LARCENY BY TRICK at LARCENY, THEFT
End Chapter three
Chapter Four: A World of False Pretense
YOUTUBE Video Begins
"Returning to your most recent near death experience -- "
"Plural."
"Experiences. You say you saw dozens of false pretenses in the first half decade of your association, I am sure. "
"Isolation."
"Isolation?"
“It was not an association, it was an isolation. Doctor, there were so many false pretenses. The best way to look at it is to think in terms of percent."
"Percentage?"
"Percent. She is 100 percent false pretense, both sides, 100 percent of the time."
"Both sides?"
"Good side and bad side. She has both, all fake. She knows they're fake, and the fake construct is supposed to hide terrible darkness. The darkness is inhabited by a killer, a mad dog killer, a predator with a plan."
"I don't mind you exaggerating. But considering the scope of your experiences, I am inclined to go along with your allegations. Looking back, which ones were the most outstanding?"
"I will be saying this a lot, Doctor, but I had no idea I was in the company of a dangerous predator, until I knew, and once I knew, she knew that I knew, and she knew what I knew could not be not known any longer. It was sudden when what became known about her was each and every false pretense. Here's how I came to know in suffocating detail.
"When she said nice things about me, they were fake, which bore no relationship to who I was. I would hear them, and think, “Hmm, those nice things about me are based on lies. It was as if she didn't know any nice things about me, and I looked closer, and I realized she didn't know any nice things about me because she never looked for any. She was perfectly willing and able to make up nice things about me and tell these lies to me and about me. I heard it. I became alarmed later on. These lies became rather elaborate. And if I am not mistaken, I was expected to believe them myself.
"One of Pandora's single mother sycophants called me 'the deadbeat' in the last stages of the isolation, when every lie she spread was revealed to me, by her, and others, a cascade of new and exotic interventions. One day, lasting three months, my house became a storage locker for a couple of her friends. Pandora waited eight years to get a job. She was eligible by law in three. Pandora was a parasite who groaned miserably through every poisonous contribution she had to make. Despite economic pressure, we never missed a bill or a meal. My son had 700 Hot Wheels cars and was thriving. Me and him and her when she felt like it had a great life.
"Nevertheless, returning to the isolation, and the way the pretenses unfolded. Bear in mind, I am a recorder. I simply observe and remember, and don't forget, and I am sober, and basically attentive, and curious. Here's the first False Pretense I saw. She was an aspiring novelist, and another False Pretense flew out of the box at the same time, of a radically different mindset. Because not only is she an outstanding writer, with the greatest potential of anybody in the room (out of the two of us), but she is an ARTIST TOO!"
"Can she draw?"
"Absolutely. She may be false, but this in no way diminishes the pretense. Not just any artist, she is the heir to a famous definitively British artist. Nobody I heard of because I am irrelevant. And it occurs to me this may have been the first false pretense to make moves against my relevance, comparatively speaking in the progress of the isolation. Mind you, I've never been an art aficionado.”
"Youtube video doesn't need to pause when you take a drink of green tea."
"The next false pretense flying out of the box was a furiously spirited survivor of childhood trauma of the most unseemly sort. "It's strange because I liked it," she started telling me. I put an end to it when she said, "My mother told my father when I was seven, 'Oh don't worry about her. She loves it.'"
“So it sounds like she was challenging you to accept her.”
“It wasn't a story. It was a labyrinth of stories, One of the stories was handed to me, a manuscript she concocted or stole about a network of British underworld sex slavery including repeated visits to brutal sexual assaults upon a child, frantic and futile interventions by social workers, crazed mother assaults, crazed father assaults, uncle, friend, and a possible participation in sex for drugs assaults. You know. Something I might write."
"Of course. Like a mirror. Now you say she stalked you for a year before she made initial contact, on Facebook. Why do you think she chose you and focused her pretense on a sexual depravity?"
"I don't know. But get this. She managed to throw in a segue on the fucking British invasion of the Falklands, in which her utterly perverse child raping uncle went door to door in Argentina, fucking children, and presumably holding them upside down to shake out last penny. These kinds of stories, they don't escape your attention.”
“She was a story teller.”
“She shared a false pretense about an awkward phase in her teens, claiming to be Joan of Arc of child sex slaves, this false pretense provided livid descriptions of avenging rapes, rage and vengeance rising when she developed breasts and a gnarly attitude to go with Doc Martens. These were early onset confabulations from a Borderline Personality now manifesting, and in diagnosis."
"Yes. She's now at the age when the doctors are stepping up the interventions. She may be subject to psychotropics. She may have supervision and a court history."
“Oh yah. All of that. Hanging on the arm of a 54 year old drug dealing scallywag by her 18th birthday. For her, reality is false pretense, and this one I was able to deduce from a thread of evidence. It came out of a fucking tattoo on her arm."
“Okay. Tattoos do tell stories.”
“Hers told about how she became a young criminal consort to a drug dealing scalleywag name of Martin Jelliwank, in a borough of Cornwall, England, called Lostwithial, and she was a student under instruction in the grim calling to English criminal activity, Matey. I learned this alternate reality was something else, as I discovered from long hidden witnesses, she became a dangerous moll of an old-time drug dealer in a travelling road show called Hawkwind. She put this old man in prison for 7 years when she provided testimony of their murderous escapades, and dealing drugs and collecting debts from Cardiff to Kent, which was a concentrated false pretense, and an evolved false pretense, equally, one which probably put her in flight from the UK and into my immediate orbit."
“You were a break from false pretense, and turned into a false pretense.”
“She spent a full year constructing a false pretense out of a mirror, stalking me. To me, eventually, every false pretense began to look the same, and life together became awkward when every lie evaporated as it was being told, and characters in her stories changed roles or categorically disappeared from stories."
"Interesting phrasing for an act of dissociation, which occurs hysterically in the throes of urgent need for change. You are being broken from in a structure called individuation. You could compare it to her launching a main sail, as it takes her breaking across the waves of false pretense the fuck away from you."
"What kind of doctor are you, by the way? Chiropractor?"
"Psychiatrist."
"She wouldn't give you five seconds of her time."
"No problem. I value my sanity."
"Touche."
"I presume in the end she deleted the entire previous tableau of pretense."
"Erased the history like a climate change firestorm takes out a forest. One continuous recurring false pretense is something she created when she became a ward of English country teachers. They were living on the south coast of Lands End. This false pretense made extraordinary claims to a nonexistent education. The discipline found in education was equally nonexistent. How many is that?”
“So far we've seen about four.”
"Then she was one of 33 (!) siblings and a cog in a wheel of the British Gypsy machine. And the false pretense became edgier, more dangerous, and reckless. In some ways this false pretense falls alarmingly close to the truth of who she is. A born and raised hard core criminal.
"It turned out there came lurking a false pretense from a previous life. Dare I mention a tattoo of a heart on her left arm, if not the name of a guy inside it?
"Later in isolation, I watched her transform from former queen of Cornwall, UK, to the reigning queen of street dealers and bikers in the Canadian port city where we lived, saw her become beloved for the aluminum bat she carried in the parking lot. This false pretense became a source of congeniality to crack dealers and pimps who haunted a convenience store where she finally found a job. I remain astonished to this day she could pass a criminal record check conducted by the RCMP. And I am more than leery of the identity she is using."
"False?"
"Her pretenses often come with a different name. But it's counterfeit that would pass muster at Tavistock (if Tavistock was a bank). And the danger continued to mount. The darkness of her world became a vexation for me to contemplate. There came stabbings, and shootings, and many criminals suddenly inhabiting her social circles."
"Fascinating."
"Happened in the blink of an eye, with my back to the wall, so to speak, protecting my son, always trying to protect my son."
""Tragic. Are you on any medication?"
"No."
"Do you want any? Like horse tranquilizer? Anything you want. You name it."
“Adderall.”
“Anything but that.”
"No thank you, Doctor. Cannabis is legal. I use it in a pinch."
"Yes. Maybe more than pinch."
“Yah, a tattoo artist misspelled her favorite beverage (which it is not), but she was never one to discard the opportunity to inflict intimate terror.”
YOUTUBE Video Ends
"Who's Martin?"
"They misspelled Martini."
"Who did?"
"The tattoo artist, ya idiot."
This was either shortly before or after one of her introductory ambush assaults.
End Chapter Four
Chapter Five: They Are Predictable
YOUTUBE Video Begins
“This is not a simple mind, indeed, the best you can discern is a fractured mind. Every crack is a lesson in survival, fighting to the death. The truth is each of the cracks is injury, and they are a collection of malignant highly forgettable memories erasures of multiple layers of childhood trauma, abuse, and neglect. These injuries stunt the growth of the brain in ways we are barely beginning to understand.”
"Doctor, you are on the right track. They are predictable. One thing to understand, is, they are not generally running in the highest-minded circles, not for extended periods. They pop in, learn how little they have to gain, and revert back to the crippled, handicapped, vulnerable, or criminal-minded and broken or fractured spirits providing meaning (sustenance) to their lives. I identify as the later.
"You should not give them too much credit by making out their lack of character and penchant for false pretense is stronger than truth. The truth will set you free. Never has this been truer. Not only do Borderlines with co-morbidities need to be exposed. They do it for you."
"Interesting. One day perhaps you would like to explain why you stayed engaged long enough to learn this insightful information. Why the 'isolation' of this magnitude for so long."
"He's 8 years old. He will always be in my heart. I put in a hell of an effort to make him safe."
"I understand. You gave him eight years. I believe this was a remarkable achievement."
"Sure ya do. When they get caught it's not because they're stupid. It's because they are doing the impossible. False pretense requires the intelligence and resources of the Military Industrial Complex to be successful. One lonely byproduct of institutional negligence by design is not going to destroy anybody. But their target will be scarred, mentally and physically. Even then the winner is always be the truth. This is what makes the Borderline with co-morbidities so fascinating. You have to concentrate on one of their central character defects to know what is going to happen next.
"They are programmed, without doubt, or otherwise created, into the most self-sabotaging human beings to walk the earth. Each change in pretense has a trigger, which I was privileged to discover is promiscuity in Pandora's case. It's probably a defect in the design, but perhaps the Tavistock was merciful enough to put this breaker switch in the millennial models. The minute things begin to go as smoothly as the work and the will put it together, it will be smashed into the same shattered pieces as their brain. Every. Single. Time.
"Witnessing it is like watching a slow-motion, slower motion, then the slowest motion train wreck you have ever seen. Over and over again. It could actually be one of their go-to control mechanisms for staying on top, burning down the village to save it, but they never come out a winner.
"It is self-sabotage which creates the escape hatch for their target. Some might say it was humane of Freud to supply detainees of his creations with an escape hatch.”
"A lot of planning goes into it. You realize Freud is not the only one involved. Right?"
"Her final promiscuity, which we can agree Pandora calls her first, was my exit stage right. It was the climax of her criminal nature. When she confessed, at least a dozen broken men fell out of the adult-er-tree. I am sure a few more are holding tight, hoping for another crack at her."
YOUTUBE Video Ends
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