Crazy, Stupid, Hate…
Posted August 10, 2016on:
Crazy? Sociopath? Personality disorder(s)? Unhinged?
These are the words being thrown around about the ambulatory Circus Peanut. If last week was a movie, it would be titled, “Donald and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week.” It got worse yesterday, one day after yet another reboot, when der Drumpf suggested Second Amendment remedies against Hillary.
These armchair diagnoses are so prevalent that the American Psychiatric Association has reminded its members about the Goldwater Rule: It is irresponsible, potentially stigmatizing, and definitely unethical to diagnose without an evaluation. Just for the record, I’m not covered by the APA or its ethical mandates.
With that said, I’m here to tell you, in no uncertain terms, Donald Trump is not crazy. Trump, the braggadocio Boogey Yam, is being who he is – he can’t be what he’s not. As egregious and odious as it is to humans with normal sensibilities, we are seeing the authentic Trump.
How do I know this?
I know this because I used to help select people just like Trump – those who exhibit quantifiable behavior patterns just like the Manhattan Meerkat.
A bit of explanation is in order. Most of you know I’m an attorney, but I’m also trained and certified as an analyst in an area of psychology. I worked for a company where one of our product lines was screening and selecting potential employees who would have a statistically higher chance of success in a particular role.
This is the way it worked. We would study best in role – the world-class performers. We would then interview them, observe them, and talk to coworkers to discover their behavior patterns. We would design an interview, test it, redesign, test it, and validate it. The process was enormously expensive and could take years, but reliable scientific selection did make a difference in the bottom line.
I am not “an expert” in this field, but I have personally analyzed hundreds of individuals and spoken before tens of thousands of people about the science underpinning these psychometric tools. Without any hesitation I can say, “Trump is not crazy.” Let there be no doubt, he may exhibit peculiar and repugnant traits like textbook narcissism, but crazy he is not.
What he is, is the quintessential “Executive Sales Consultant.” Trump’s personality type is sought out by corporations looking for high impact/high margin sales. Here’s what makes up the crazy-looking, crazy-acting personality of the Manhattan Meerkat and those like him.
One note to qualify these comments: Not all Executive Salespeople exhibit these traits, but when you are selecting for this role, the chances of world-class performance is exponentially greater when these characteristics are present.
Significance: This is an ego drive. People like Trump get every ounce of their self-esteem from the way others see them. Each waking moment is focused upon perpetuating a veneer of success and invulnerability. Success for the men inhabiting this fantasy world can be summed up as: Every man wants to be him and every woman wants to be with him.
Those exhibiting Significance always have the nicest, most manicured lawns in the neighborhood. They drive a spotless, expensive car that is rarely parked in the garage. It is always out for all to see and envy. They are snappy dressers, but bear an uncanny resemblance to the window mannequin because they have purchased the entire outfit as one. Or if the person has a slightly larger budget, he lives in a penthouse in a pink marble tower and tools around in a Boeing 757-200 with his name emblazoned on its side.
Those strong in Significance love to talk about their favorite subject – themselves. Wives and children are accessories to complete their look. Fawning Facebook posts are life-sustaining succor and Christmas letters are annotated volumes. Vacations are planned for their expense as opposed to relaxation. Gold or platinum are the preferred finishes.
Actually knowing stuff never gets in the way of their ignorance. Knowing a little is better than knowing a lot. They can make up what they don’t know. They only have a cursory, passing acquaintance with the truth.
Here’s the rub for those basking in Significance: They are emotionally fragile. Two hundred year old bone china is more stable. The slightest perceptible chink in their armor evokes anger, defensiveness, and vengeance of the first order. These people carry a grudge like camels carry humps. It is a large part of who they are.
Significance is where Trump runs into problems at rallies. Craving adulation and an infusion of esteem, when Trump is teased by audience approval in response to some outrageous claim or comment, he goes farther in his outrageous claims. More audience feedback through hoots and hollers begets more outrageous claims. It’s like a junkie and his drug of choice. The audience approval is the oxygen of esteem for those with Significance.
Unless you know what you are looking for, the unpredictability of those with Significance looks random. It isn’t. It is calculated and part of the behavior pattern.
Competition: Another ego drive. For those like the Yamster, Competition isn’t about winning. For these people, it is about everyone else losing. Life is about measurement. If an activity can’t be measured, they have no interest. They must know they are better than all others.
Notice the Yamster’s proclivity to talk about polls or followers on Twitter. Notice how he talks about his money, his occupancy rates, his rental rates, his rallies, and the size of his airplane. Remember how angry he got about the size of his hands. Everything is huge or massive or best even if it isn’t.
I’ve never met anyone who had a strong Competition drive to answer anything but “first loser,” to the question: What is second place?
Woo: A social drive. It stands for Winning Others Over, ergo Woo. To describe someone with Woo, imagine the person you would hate to sit by on a cross-country flight. These are the people who talk incessantly without ever saying a thing. Constant banter is their calling card. I’ve often suspected they have gills as opposed to lungs. They survive on a strict diet of word salad. They can be utterly charming and entertaining.
Woo’ers could care less about a long-term relationship. They are about meeting you and figuring out what you can do for them. I was told once by the CEO of a national service group who had Woo that, “After I meet someone I have no use for them after that. If they can do something for me or the organization, I turn them over to a staff member to cultivate and manage.”
If you know anything about the Platte River, it is a mile wide in places and about 3 inches deep. That is the perfect analogy to someone with Woo.
Command: another ego drive. People who have Command MUST.BE.IN.CHARGE. Their voice is the only one that counts. Their ears have long ceased to function. Their attention to anyone else is nonexistent unless there’s punishment to be meted out.
Those with Command detest participatory democracy. They function best in a hierarchical structure where they are at the apex of power. They are quick to remind you of your place.
Another characteristic of those with Command is non-reflective decision-making. They believe this trait looks like decisiveness, but it isn’t. It’s merely about no one else counting.
I could go on for pages about these types of folks. They are valuable to corporations. They can sell stuff. Like the clamoring Yam, they can sell air. I’ve heard stories of these folks even knowingly selling products that don’t exist. You read that correctly. People with these behavior patterns will knowingly lie about what they have to sell in order to please the buyer and enhance their Significance so they can notch their Competitive belts with another sale.
These people are amoral. They are never happier than when they are in pursuit of the next deal. Ethics are relative to their personal circumstance. Their happiness quotient is never high. Details are for someone else.
It may seem as if I have merely written an essay about the bombastic Circus Peanut. I didn’t. While you might have never had the displeasure of spending time with these Executive Sales types, let me assure you, they do exist in nature.
Spending time with these folks depends on your tolerance of these characteristics. Marriage to these folks is never a picnic and fidelity is never more than a consideration in purchasing stereo speakers.
Think about Redford and Newman in The Sting, DiCaprio in Catch Me If You Can, or Steve Martin in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. Just like Trump, they are “big hat, no cattle” poseurs with hair-trigger ego drives above anything else. The world must bend to accommodate their whims.
To paraphrase one of my favorite movies, Steel Magnolias, “No, Trump isn’t crazy; he’s just been himself for the past 70 years.” As vile and cringeworthy as Trump’s personality and behavioral characteristics are, he doesn’t have the luxury of blaming them on mental illness. No, its way worse than that. This is who this insufferable, revolting, execrable man is, it’s just the way he’s wired.
After this depressing post, here is something that is just plain stupid fun.
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