Pithy exchange re NPD == Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

JD Candykitty:
Your value to someone with NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) is what use or uses you might be good for...now or later. The N demands your loyalty as a rightful entitlement. Their loyalty to you does not exist, has never existed. Those blindly faithful to the N are often to usually inverted N’s. None of what has gone down here is surprising.

Amaze:
Exactly. Very clearly put :-)

JD Candykitty:
Thank you. I spent over 4 decades of my life doing analysis and, with it, research. Got to observe all kinds of mental illnesses and personality disorders. You learn about narcissists and sociopaths (not the same thing) two ways….in college and in your face. I have been threatened and assaulted by same a few times (but not for many years).

Sociopaths--and Trump certainly is that--are dangerous on many levels. His narcissism gets the headlines. His co-morbid ASPD (Anti-Social Personality Disorder) does not for some reason...even as obvious as it is.

pcn8229 August 22 · 01:23:06 AM

Oh, Karma, don’t stop biting! I LOVE the smell of schadenfreude in the morning. It smells like “impeachment”! Now, the question remains: Will the House majority act as they should, given what happened today? We shall see. I know the Democratic minority will vote unanimously to send the Orange Menace to trial in the Senate. Will the GOP continue down the hypocritical path they’ve laid for the last 45 years, or will we see a last spasm of patriotism from their spineless mass?

Tbogg’s Epistle to the Purity Ponies from ten years ago:

Every year in Happy Gumdrop Fairy-Tale Land all of the sprites and elves and woodland creatures gather together to pick the Rainbow Sunshine Queen. Everyone is there: the Lollipop Guild, the Star-Twinkle Toddlers, the Sparkly Unicorns, the Cookie Baking Apple-cheeked Grandmothers, the Fluffy Bunny Bund, the Rumbly-Tumbly Pupperoos, the Snowflake Princesses, the Baby Duckies All-In-A-Row, the Laughing Babies, and the Dykes on Bikes. They have a big picnic with cupcakes and gumdrops and pudding pops, stopping only to cast their votes by throwing Magic Wishing Rocks into the Well of Laughter, Comity, and Good Intentions. Afterward they spend the rest of the night dancing and singing and waving glow sticks until dawn when they tumble sleepy-eyed into beds made of the purest and whitest goose down where they dream of angels and clouds of spun sugar.