Tag: narcissistic personality disorder

MoronicArts Classics: Damien Goes Postal

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“It’s hotter than a boiled owl!” Bourbonnais cinema clerk, neckbeard and communal narcissist Damien Ulysses Hurlbutt thinks aloud, as he heads down the stairs to get his mail. “Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. I got my postcards off CBay. I bought over 200 from this guy, one at a time. What a great seller! I can’t wait to impress my friends with these! All these favors I do, oh boy, oh boy, they will get a SURPRISE!”

A lady across the way gives Damien the side eye.

Damien logs onto his personal computer, setting atop a wooden folding table. He tries to log onto his alternate Fakebook account, purposely created to stalk his ex-wife Lori and her friends, who divorced him because he abused her.

“Oh man, I cannot get on. What is this about getting reported again for violating the terms of service? I did nothing wrong. I am just a nice guy who has no rights. What about us men?” Damien types into the box in response to Fakebook’s “How did we do?” questionnare.

A few minutes pass. “Ding!”

Damien awakes from a deep sleep, all his loud snoring ceases.

Damien jumps up to log onto his computer.

“Hehhhhhhhh…” Damien sighs.

“We have permanently disabled this account due to multiple third-party complaints. Do not attempt to log in again.

— The Fakebook Team.”

“Now this account is crumped. I know! I will just make a new one! That will show them. Hmpf.”

Damien clears his browser’s history, cookies, cache and then reboots his machine. He reloads Fakebook and tries to create a new account under a diffent name so he can continue to harass his ex-wife, because he clearly has nothing better to do with his time.

“We are sorry, Damien. Maybe you should go out sometime and get a life. Do something productive. Get off the internet. We are closing both your accounts due to impersonation.

— The Fakebook Team”

“Those damnedable Fakebook people! They really put poop in my soup! Both my accounts are clunked over! I wish I could zogg over there and give that clump of people a piece of my mind!”

Damien goes into the bathroom, takes a huge crap, does not wipe and heads straight for the shower. He does not believe in wiping. After he gets out, he runs out the bathroom door, leaving a lake of water on the floor in his wake to get a towel.

As Damien dries himself, he shakes off like a dog, getting water all over the living room carpet. He gets an idea.

Damien dries his hair and then his manhood with the blowdryer.

Damien gets out his box of 200 postcards and sits down, looking a lot like Homer Simpson in his tighty-whities. He scrawls away into the night.

Weeks go by and Damien wonders why he has not heard back. Damien turns on the television, as he has not been able to log onto Fakebook:

“Breaking news: Alabama lawmakers stalked by a mysterious Bourbonnais man. Over 200 postcards containing crude drawings were sent to Alabama politicians opposed to women’s reproductive rights. According to reports, some of the content contained references to so-called ‘MRAs’ or ‘Men’s Rights Activists’, a reactionary group known for their anti-feminist views. Some of the content could not be shown on TV. We will print his address for our viewers’ protection. Back to you.”

Damien gasps, gulping down six antacids to purposely constipate himself because he does not like pooping around people. He craps his pants anyway.

Lunacy Letter From Damien

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Illinois neckbeard, communal narcissist and movie theater clerk Damien Hurlbutt went off the deep end when his then-wife, Lori, stopped tolerating his verbal abuse and rightfully left him.

He sent this letter to her psychologist and her psychiatrist after she separated from him. Apparently, this ticket clerk thought he knew more about psychology than the licensed clinicians who practice. The latter provider called it a “lunacy letter.” The former said she had never seen anything like it in all her years practicing.

Who makes up this stuff?

Oh yeah, people with Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).

Lunacy Letter from Damien

Moron of the Week – 7 March 21 – 13 March 21

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I am so glad I brought back Moron of the Week. Every time I think I encountered the biggest idiot, they build a bigger idiot. Take this sad sack who works in education, I kid you not.

Oh, and this idiot mansplained while he was talking down to me. So not only is he a narcissist but a sexist, too.

This ableist fool thinks it is okay to beat kids, with a belt no doubt. Last I knew, it was illegal to hit adults, however this narcissistic moron thinks it is okay to hit little ones. He also thinks it is okay to force kids with food texture problems to eat food that makes them gag, or have them starve as an alternative. 

Of course, I called him on it. Like most narcissists and sociopaths, he took no responsibility for his actions and instead made the choice to gaslight. No, heavens forbid he apologizes and changes his ways. Like a typical imbecile, he asked me for an apology for, you know — my trying to teach him empathy. In other words, blame-shifting.

I really wish the military could order bunch of planes to drop narcissists like bombs into a volcano and vaporise them, so they cannot make more narcissists. I would be happy if they just left people alone. Maybe this guy can go start a narcissist colony on some deserted island in the middle of nowhere. 

Hopefully the narcissists won’t vote each other off the island.

For condoning violence against children, I award this fragile male the Moron of the Week Award. 

(Note: If you are a victim of domestic violence, there is hope. Call toll-free in the United States: 877-633-1112 or visit https://www.thehotline.org or call 911.)

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Robbie Hurlbutt’s Souvenirs

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Kankakee covert narcissist and wannabe Elvis impersonator Robbie Hurlbutt was surprised to see his ex-girlfriend who had left him 17 years ago. Mimicking his communal narcissist brother Damien, he put his flip phone up as she passed by him at the grocery store and took a photo of her, in plain daylight. He never got over her having broken up with him, and him being the creepy narcissist who thinks he can do no wrong, he thought it was just dandy to take her photo and keep it in his collection of souvenirs of his exes.

Fan Mail!

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I never thought I would end up doing a Part 2 to one of my Morons of the Week. Here we are. As I have said many times on this site, it costs nothing to be nice. It’s not hard either!

This guy was so butthurt by having won his award — which he earned and deserved — he felt the need to retaliate via hate mail. I was nice enough to censor his name previously, however since he felt the need to send moronic fan mail, and make his covert narcissism even more overt, why not just print it as is?

Oh, and here is his crooked smile, yanked straight from the practice social media.

I am thinking of nominating him for Moron of the Month. If he keeps digging the hole of retaliation, projecting like he does, then maybe Moron of the Year. I might report him to the Health Department for verbally abusing me, as he is just going to keep on doing it to other patients.

To think, all he had to do was display a normal range of emotions, instead of — you know — verbally abusing a patient. Oh, and maybe apologize? And work on his own bedside manner? Oh heavens forbid we do that now! I would not wish having this guy as medical provider on my worst enemy and he is also a narcissist!

I had no problems with any other staff, nor patients, not that it would come as a surprise. Typical projection comes from typical narcissists. They’re all the same fragile replicants, as far as I am concerned, and pretty predictable once one figures out they are narcissistic.

Moron of the Week – 21 Feb 21 – 27 Feb 21

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This Moron of the Week is so cringey I don’t know where to begin. Imagine having a medical provider who acts like a fictional MoronicArts character, only not funny.

Take the case of nurse practitioner “Dorian Gray.” No that’s not his real name but it may as well be it. Dorian conned his way into the hearts and lives of the patients and staff at my former primary care office. He went out of his way to make me think he is compassionate and empathetic. Yesterday, something went wrong, very wrong. Dorian’s mask came off, as if he had stabbed his painting only to become a withered old man. The truth came out.

Dorian went very quickly from idealize to discard. I had called the office of Dorian Gray this past Thursday because I had been ill for five days with laryngitis. I was told by Dorian’s staff to wait by the phone, as if I had nothing better to do. Two hours and fifteen minutes passed with no call so I went out, figuring I did not need to be seen. I never got a call that day however Dorian’s office called me at 8:00 AM sharp the next day saying he wanted a telemedicine appointment. Fair enough.

Apparently my appointment should have been scheduled for 1:45, not 1:00 because that is the time Dorian finally signed on. I called Dorian’s opium den, I mean office, while I was waiting because I thought either Mr. Glitch had invaded his computer, or he was smokin’ something. Not having been given an explanation, when asked how I felt I told Dorian Gray, NP I could be better as I have better things to do when wait 45 minutes.

Instead of apologizing — heavens forbid — Dorian hung up. Thinking connection error — who wouldn’t — I called the office. Dorian answered and instead of apologizing like a person with empathy and compassion, he berated me, talking down to me like a butthurt fragile male breaking up with his girlfriend. Maybe he got his degree off a cereal box or while doing time. Maybe both? I could not care less. 

For mentally abusing his patients and acting like a covert narcissist, I award this sad state of a nurse practitioner Moron of the Week.

Meet Lori Brown

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This is a black-and-white cartoon of a heavy-set blonde woman sitting in an office.

Meet Lori Brown, estranged former wife of Bourbonnais neckbeard Damien Hurlbutt. A covert narcissist, Damien refers to Lori solely as “Grimace” while actively trying to get back with her so he can emotionally abuse her again. Lori works as a medical billing clerk in Chicago, loves root beer and burning poopies.

Read about Lori here:

https://moronicarts.com/2019/11/26/damien-exposed/

https://moronicarts.com/2020/07/24/damien-dumped/

https://moronicarts.com/2020/11/04/crass-ahoy/