They know what they want, and they want it right now!
Call D. U. Hurlbutt at 500-FART-NOW
They know what they want, and they want it right now!
Call D. U. Hurlbutt at 500-FART-NOW
The main inspiration behind the character Damien Hurlbutt thinks MoronicArts is all about him. Seriously. I hope over time more people learn about communal narcissists and how they insidiously abuse people. Overts and coverts are bad enough; communals are even sneakier. I would not wish narcissistic abuse on my worst enemy and wish no ill will. I just wish they would all form their own narc colony on a deserted island and leave the rest of us alone.
Or better yet, drop them from planes into an erupting volcano, and vaporize them so they cannot make more narcissists.
I was married to one of these evil souls. Had I known he was the son of Satan, I would not have dated him, married him and moved halfway across the country for him.
Now divorced, this real-life neckbeard and “men’s rights activist” has told his friends that I draw cartoons of him and write stories about him.
Has he heard of Squirrely Dan?
My ex works as a senior library specialist and loves to read. I would hope that someone like him, whom I would think has a good grasp on literacy would understand that Damien and all the other morons are fictional characters.
Apparently my former husband thinks he works in a movie theater, just like the random stranger whom I had met long before him.
I will never forgive my ex for trying to turn the spouse of my late friend against me in his smear-campaigning. Such a tender-heart, a self-proclaimed “old soul” writes lunacy letters like the drivel below and sends them to his estranged spouse’s medical providers.
Because, umm, a librarian knows more about psychology than an actual mental health provider?
I will never forgive him for telling me he was “a nice guy for not throwing me into oncoming traffic” while we were walking into the hospital.
I will never forgive him for manipulating the divorce judge into letting him take custody of my cat Holly, whom he beat and put into the shower to “punish.” Who does that to a cat? Has he helped move a body or something? He had been seeing the same therapist as a convicted murderer who made international headlines and the killer has been living in the same apartment complex as my ex the night of the murder. I left him at 8:30 AM the day after the poor lady was abducted.
I write and draw MoronicArts stories to cope with having been abused. I feel it helps and I am a lot happier back in New York State, doing my own thing, living with my sweet kitty Nicki. I hope to pay it forward by writing jokes while at the same time healing myself, as I feel laughter is one of the best medicines.
Manteno communal narcissist and poopy-burner Bernadette Cacca just discovered her new favorite tune. Maybe she will perform it live for charity on accordion.
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.
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.)
Kankakee County karaoke king, poor Elvis impersonator and covert narcissist Robbie Hurlbutt was so happy to finally get some people at one of his many gigs. Robbie believes in quantity over quality, or staying “prolific”, as Robbie says. Too bad his speedball dealer showed up.
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.
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.
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.
If you would like to meet a real-life Damien Hurlbutt, now is your chance. This childrens’ performer is so selfish, he is more concerned about waiting for his wife’s heart surgery than, you know, his sick wife?
I pray she leaves him. I hope Brett lives out the rest of his life in an apartment full of his bubble-toys and puppets, a bare mattress, and a non-working toilet.
For his heartless behavior, I award Brett Roberts Moron of the Week.
Peppi and Bernadette Cacca might seem like empty characters at first, however there is a much darker side to them. Like all my characters, they are based off a combination of real people.
I have known the person on whom Bernadette is based my entire life. She lived next to my grandmother. As kids, she was the entitled brat who wanted things her way or the highway. I used to try and dodge her because she annoyed me so much, but then she would not leave me alone.
I clearly remember her insisting on calling me my deadname, despite my pleas for her to stop. Bernadette hasn’t any concept of boundaries and neither does that person.
In high school, she had found a way to manipulate people into thinking she was a wonderful person. I had to ask her a urgent question for a design I was creating for a play in which she starred, right before I had to catch the bus to trade school. Instead of turning around and answering me, she kept talking faster and louder to the other student, drowning me out.
To add insult to injury, this real-life communal narcissist tricked the teacher into making ME apologize to HER. I will never forgive her for that abuse. The real-life Bernadette is now working on an HBO show of some sort and playing piano for charity. I read she yelled at a late-night television host for getting too close to her piano. This behavior does not surprise me.
I created my character to help cope with a lifetime of abuse from a narcissist who tricks virtually everyone into seeing her mask. Bernadette is a parody of the real deal. Have you known a person like this?
Peppi Cacca’s name initially came from a rabid doorman in Italy who sexually assaulted me. I based my character Peppi off a toxic neighbor who stunk up my apartment with skunky weed and abused his cat. I got the idea from Pepe LePew and used to call him Pepe LePuke as i heard him through the ceiling vomiting every morning.
I recently saw him on the bus bragging to the driver about his drinking, making the excuse “can you blame me?”
I blame Peppi for his own behavior.