Profile Of A Sociopath: Why It Would Be Foolhardy To Turn Over the Presidency To Donald Trump

In the early ’80s, I lived in the Fenway area of Boston. One day, I met one of the neighborhood kids. He was working on a car. Next to him was a gas can, and he was smoking a cigarette. I pointed out that that was a pretty crazy thing to do. He responded by telling me that according to a state assigned shrink, he was crazy, so it was alright.

As I got to know him, over time, he confided to me that the shrink had told him he had “Type II APD.” He was a Sociopath. He grinned from ear to ear, telling me this. To him, the “official” diagnosis was a badge of honor.

Over several years, I watched him torture helpless animals, abuse his “friends,” lie to and overtly cheat customers, rape numerous women and seduce others – only to lord it over their boyfriends – rob stores, and apartments, and steal from anybody whose trust he could momentarily engender.

Why didn’t you stop him? That’s what you’re asking right now, right?

This guy was a good 6′ tall, 250 lbs. and not a gram of fat. He belonged in a football scrimmage line, not in a post-hippie era artist community. And he enjoyed confrontation. We ALL just sort of figured, better this poor dog, than ME! Some of us figured maybe the cops would eventually do something about him, but they never did. Most of us decided we were safer being his “friends,” than his enemies.

I’ve had anger, I’ve had fear, and I’ve even had hatred. But I’ve never wished another human being, dead. I didn’t wish this individual death. What I thought, was so pragmatic and matter-of-fact, that it too, scared me. I didn’t wish him dead, I thought to myself that the world would actually be a noticeably better place without him in it.

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Please understand. He wasn’t a gangster, or a badass, or a common street thug. Those people all treat their friends and subordinates differently than they treat their victims. He did not. Everybody and anybody was fair game. Even his own family suffered. His mother was a physical wreck, struggling with every disease imaginable. His father – one of the kindest, fairest men I’ve ever known – was in a state of denial, but conflictedly so. He knew who his son was. He just kept hoping things would improve. They never did. His brother was the constant victim of bullying and abuse. The poor kid lived in a state of terror.

I can go on and on. I can tell you in exacting detail, how this guy would be laughing while telling me how he set up a mutual “friend,” to take a fall for him, or how he would allow his “roper” to take a sexual assault before he would step in to help. Instead, you’ll just have to take my word that he was truly a monster. Not a word I use to define most people. It’s a bit archaic and hyperbolic. In this case, it is neither.

But, watching this individual, learning from his language, his use of constant expletives and superlatives in the stream of lies that would spew from his mouth, carefully observing his body language and his use of hands when he would talk – all these things gave me an insight into Sociopathy, that I believe most people don’t have. Certainly not most lay-people, anyway.

The commonalities in personality type and behavior between this individual and Donald Trump is real and frightening. When I call the “UnPresident,” a Sociopath, please know that it’s not hyperbole, it’s not simple name calling, it’s a carefully formed opinion based on years of study.

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