The Psychopaths who Should Have Crushed my Spirit

They Didn’t. I made it to retirement as but the shale and husk of the person I should have become and, as long planned, will now begin to chronicle every last one of the psychopaths and malignant narcissists who chose to tread on me during my long and turbulent career in technology, be it commercial, industrial, military, scientific or academic. I’m on a tight schedule to get this project started, as I must soon return home to where the psychopath assigned to me in retirement will be waiting to resume his attacks and try every trick in the book to drag me down and keep me in a state of perpetual torture, manifesting the instinctive habits of any psychopath from which even the criminal courts have been unable to dissuade him. That adventure is summarized in a video I put together to explain to my audience in forensic philology the long gap since my last post almost a year ago.

No sector is free of these lurking monsters, who wear the mask of sanity socially so that only their victims even know what they are and how they’re systematically dismantling their lives. If you’re the typical middle manager who most needs to know this, you’ll stop reading now because you don’t make it to middle management in a strict hierarchy with opinions of any kind, nor with any desire to acquire them. This allows the corporation itself, over time, to assume the collective port of a psychopath. See “The Corporation as Psychopath” in “Snakes in Suits” by Babiak & Hare if you think I’ve concocted this out of whole cloth. It’s real, it’s been with us since the rise of societies in prehistory, and it’s here to stay until we solve the problem the way social problems have always been solved: with these things we call laws — the pride of every civilization since the dawn of time if we are to believe their written legacies. Civilizations have always prided themselves on their laws because their laws accumulate and systematize their lessons learned. Laws showcase their experience and understanding of the way things work and of how to self-regulate in consideration of same. Writing the laws is the easy part. The hard part is knowing what to write, but you’re halfway there once you’ve cast religion aside and reduced a new problem to its root cause.

This will be a living document to be updated in perpetuity until the changes taper off, the author dies and only the Wayback Machine and Bibliotheca Alexandrina maintain archives of this narrowly-focused experience of a lifetime. I will start with the notes I made during the 14 years and 4 months from 5 July 2011 to 9 November 2025, then complete the uncompleted parts, flesh out the rest, review the chronology, add events not covered and grow everything from there. I suppose I should do this in parts, which by the time most of you read this will follow this introduction in numbered subsections that can later be reorganized into a chronology. It should be noted that the original numbering is not necessarily chronological.

I recommend that everyone do the same so that one day our body of knowledge about the social predators in our midst will overwhelm both common knowledge and hopefully the legislative agendas of the near and far future. Most people want desperately to have nothing to do with this subject, which psychopathology pioneer Dr. Hervey Cleckley recognized early on as the main problem. Handling the predators, after all, is something upon which any zookeeper can advise. People in general know the predators are there, breathing down our necks, but just don’t want to turn around, let alone look up and confront them. Anecdotal libraries like this will eventually surround everyone and force the lawmakers responsible for mitigating the problem into action.