Aw Gee, at least somebody is out there having fun every day, doing and saying wild-ass shit all the time. I know psychopaths. I am a normal person, and I consider them to be the subhuman. I do not use that term lightly—I know what it means. I know it is the curse of all curses, and if you are wrong in saying it, the curse is on you. I know this, and still I say it. They charm their way into our lives with constant gut-punches. We react viscerally to everything they say because they know how to shape their words to get us to react according to their way of thinking: “Yeah, that actor I don’t like very much anymore—he used to make powerful movies, but has slacked recently, making weak-shit comedies—yeah, he has a low IQ, that’s right.” The presidential candidate said it, and I think he nailed it.

They get inside our hearts and our souls, and we like these gut punches. We get excited about it. Here is my analysis: The opposition needs to sell the idea of steady-as-she-goes—really sell it. Spare me the goddamn gut punches; spare me your weak-shit retorts: Sell steady-as-she-goes, because that’s where I live; that’s what I want—a couple of good means a day and some spare change to spend. Wow, that’s beautiful. When you give a normal, rational response to what Donald Trump said or did, he is still the center of attention. You are merely responding to the powerful thing he said or did. Instead, make powerful declarations about your own agenda—and sell the hell out of it. Make it the overpowering idea of the moment. Learn how to shape your words to sell whatever the hell you are selling. Leave others in the dust because of what you are determined to make happen.

We let master manipulators get away with too much. Big shit is going down, and we are not paying enough attention to it. Nancy Peloci’s husband Paul was not attacked by a random stranger with a hammer who broke into their home. Trace it back; someone coordinated that. People are getting away with big stuff. That was in no way a random incident. Work the sources; trace it back; find out. These are not impenetrable incidents. Journalists, investigators, justice offices: do your job, find the facts. These are big stories. You can make a name for yourself. President Trump’s number one nemesis when he was in office, has her house broken into by a random right-wing nut and her husband beat with a hammer when Trump is two years out of office? Get real. Somebody gave that order. It is very sophisticated. It is almost believable, that is, that was a relatively random act—but it does not quite add up. That’s the problem. It’s very sophisticated, very sophisticated, but the pieces do not fit together. That scenario is not possible: The former president’s number one nemesis has her house broken into and her husband beat with a hammer by a spontaneously enraged right-winger. No, that is NOT possible. It was plotted by a psychopath.

I have known psychopaths. I am a psychopath hunter. When they go too far, I am the one standing there cursing them to hell, like nothing else matters, and there’s no tomorrow—for real; I have done it; I will do it again if the moment takes me there. I hate wicked behavior. I hate it when the press and everyday people let it pass as though it does not matter. Do you know those standardized tests you take when you prepare for college entry? The counselor who talked to me about mine just before I started college—it was a general aptitude test—showed me my results. There was a graph. He said: you’re off the charts. And it was true, the lines ran off the upper right corner at an awkward angle, one for psychiatry, one for psychology. I was an art student, and I stayed that way, but I have often thought of that aptitude result. I barely understood the word psychiatry, but it was the stronger line in the graph. Psychiatry required a medical degree in addition to psychology—and that was not going to happen, given my overall mediocre academic history; however, I did manage to turn things around in my last year-and-a-half of high school because I began think: I must go to college; I must improve my grades.

I hate psychopaths, and I hate how they get away with things. You might think they are clever, and you kind of enjoy the “yeah-let’s-get-even” rhetoric. When Donald Trump came on the scene in the eighties, and TV had just invented half-hour syndications that exploited celebrity like nothing else mattered, I had one thought, and it has never, ever changes: He’s creepy.

Jeffrey Epstein died August 10th, 2019 in a jail cell. He had been arrested finally for sex trafficking. Here is what I have to say about his death in that jail cell: Bill Clinton and Donald Trump conspired to have him killed. If I am wrong, I am sorry—I am not the psychopath expert I thought I was. Forgive me. However, that is where all the little hints lead. When the press stops talking, your mind goes there—it still goes there.

A psychopath will do the following to lead us off the path. He will say “A”: I will have Bill Clinton looked into for his association with Jeffrey Epstein. In your mind, that leads you to exclude “C”, that is, the fact that he once colluded with Bill Clinton in Epstein’s demise. That’s a psychopath: Your logical mind does not go to that weird place where everything is jumbled up, and the normal lines of logic don’t matter.

I do not buy the president getting shot in the ear. Yes, he got shot in the ear, but I don’t buy the story. It was set up. Too many things don’t work. A master marksman agreed to be a sacrificial lamb. He trained as a master marksman: He stepped into the role of sacrificial lamb. Hundreds of millions of dollars were paid here and there, up and down the ranks of power players—hundreds of millions of dollars were paid. The depth of depravity, the masterful plotting, absolutely masterful—but it still doesn’t add up: A hitman casually positioned himself on a nearby rooftop? That’s crazy talk. If you believe in the Christian God and logic and all the grace-filled moments of life, you do not buy this story. It was plotted for a little sympathy for a presidential candidate. You cannot fathom the depth of depravity of the psychopath Donald Trump.