Psychology of a Killer

This article, A Shrink Asks: What's Wrong with Obama? doesn't provide a very good psychological analysis, but it mentions this much, which is worth considering to get to the correct conclusion about Barack Obama (I'd say "the man" but he's too sub-human for that):

Obama himself is a strange bird. He doesn't fit easily into any diagnostic category. Many people attribute Obama's oddness to his narcissism. True, Obama has a gargantuan ego, and he is notoriously thin-skinned.  Yet a personality disorder like narcissism does not explain Obama's strangeness: his giggling while being asked about the economy; his continuing a shout-out rather than announcing the Ft. Hood shootings; or his vacations, golfing, partying and fundraising during the calamitous oil spill.

Take also Obama's declaring on the "Today Show" that he wants to know whose ass to kick. Consummate narcissists would never stoop to this vulgar display of adolescent machismo.

Obama is flat when passion is needed; he's aggressive when savvy is required. What's most worrisome is that Obama doesn't even realize that his behavior is inappropriate."

The author is correct:  despite all the claims that Obama is a narcissist, that designation is completely wrong as an identification.  Narcissism is "excessive self-love".  There's nothing about himself that Obama loves, and nothing worth being excessive about;  he is dominated by a well-earned self-loathing.

The meaning of that is significant, and not to be dismissed as a harmless aberration.  Quoting John Galt in Atlas Shrugged,

"You who've never grasped the nature of evil, you who describe them as 'misguided idealists'—may the God you invented forgive you!—they are the essence of evil, they, those anti-living objects who seek, by devouring the world, to fill the selfless zero of their soul. It is not your wealth that they're after. Theirs is a conspiracy against the mind, which means: against life and man…

"It is a conspiracy without leader or direction, and the random little thugs of the moment who cash in on the agony of one land or another are chance scum riding the torrent from the broken dam of the sewer of centuries, from the reservoir of hatred for reason, for logic, for ability, for achievement, for joy, stored by every whining anti-human who ever preached the superiority of the 'heart' over the mind.

"It is a conspiracy of all those who seek, not to live, but to get away with living…

"...a conspiracy that unites by links of evasion all those who pursue a zero as a value:

"The professor who, unable to think, takes pleasure in crippling the mind of his students,
"The businessman who, to protect his stagnation, takes pleasure in chaining the ability of competitors,
"The neurotic who, to defend his self-loathing, takes pleasure in breaking men of self-esteem,
"The incompetent who takes pleasure in defeating achievement,
"The mediocrity who takes pleasure in demolishing greatness,
"The eunuch who takes pleasure in the castration of all pleasure —

"and all their intellectual munition-makers, all those who preach that the immolation of virtue will transform vices into virtue."

Except for the businessman, Obama is all of these (and he deals with those kinds of businessmen -- the George Soros / Warren Buffett / Solyndra variety).

The real reason many people promote the narcissist term -- aside from ignorance of what it means -- is that they want to denigrate self-interest as such and attack such self-respect as any man or woman may have earned for themselves.

The article goes on to examine Obama's dysfunctional childhood and ask if there's some blame there for what he's become, but no definitive conclusions are offered.

The answer, in my opinion, starts with the one I've given for years: Obama is a megalomaniacal power-luster:

meg·a·lo·ma·ni·a (m g -l -m n - , -m n y ). n. 1. A psychopathological condition characterized by delusional fantasies of wealth, power, or omnipotence.

As for the cause of this affliction, Obama is born of a sort of ideological brainwashing -- the kind that shapes children into monsters.

Obama's mother was a radical, revolutionary communist.  So was his birth father (who died while trying to overthrow the Kenyan government, and who worked for the KGB).  His adopted father was a communist revolutionary.  His own admitted mentor was a communist under KGB control (Frank Davis).  His grandparents were communists (probably under KGB control).  Etc.  The man's entire life has been spent in that red-light district, and it produced a lifeform dominated by one emotion:  hatred for anyone of ability, hatred for anyone with a love of life.

Consider that monster designation — as the old Jesuit saying goes, "Give me a child for the first seven years and you may do what you like with him afterwards."  His parents, grandparents, mentors, associates—had Obama for an entire lifetime.

Victor Hugo, in his novel The Man Who Laughs, put it this way:

…The comprachicos, or comprapequeños, were a strange and hideous nomadic association, famous in the seventeenth century, forgotten in the eighteenth, unknown today. 

…Comprachicos, as well as comprapequeños, is a compound Spanish word that means “child-buyers.” The comprachicos traded in children. They bought them and sold them. 

They did not steal them. The kidnapping of children is a different industry. 

And what did they make of these children? 

Monsters. 

Why monsters? 

To laugh. 

The people need laughter; so do the kings. Cities require side-show freaks or clowns; palaces require jesters … 

To succeed in producing a freak, one must get hold of him early. A dwarf must be started when he is small … 

Hence, an art. There were educators. They took a man and turned him into a miscarriage; they took a face and made a muzzle. They stunted growth; they mangled features. This artificial production of teratological cases had its own rules. It was a whole science. Imagine an inverted orthopedics. Where God had put a straight glance, this art put a squint. Where God had put harmony, they put deformity. Where God had put perfection, they brought back a botched attempt. And, in the eyes of connoisseurs, it is the botched that was perfect … 

The practice of degrading man leads one to the practice of deforming him. Deformity completes the task of political suppression… 

The comprachicos had a talent, to disfigure, that made them valuable in politics. To disfigure is better than to kill. There was the iron mask, but that is an awkward means. One cannot populate Europe with iron masks; deformed mountebanks, however, run through the streets without appearing implausible; besides, an iron mask can be torn off, a mask of flesh cannot. To mask you forever by means of your own face, nothing can be more ingenious…

(translation by Ayn Rand)

There we have the essence of the creature called Barack Obama, but with everything in a hideous reversal:   He’s a plausible-appearing mountebank with a fetching smile and a mask of civility to conceal his mangled soul:  his squint of unreason, his self-image of self-loathing, and his convictions, motivations and intentions— those of a killer.

A smile to mask you from the world—what could be more ingenious?

Ellsworth Toohey, the arch-villain in The Fountainhead, when asked by mediocrity Peter Keating what he was after, confessed

"Power, Petey." ...Toohey was smiling, almost indifferently.
"You...always said..." Keating began thickly, and stopped.
"I've always said just that. Clearly, precisely and openly. It's not my fault if you couldn't hear."

So it is with people today.  Toohey goes on to elaborate how one achieves power, and among his methods,

"Then there's another way. Kill by laughter. Laughter is an instrument of human joy. Learn to use it as a weapon of destruction. Turn it into a sneer. It's simple. Tell them to laugh at everything. Tell them that a sense of humor is an unlimited virtue. Don't let anything remain sacred in a man's soul--and his soul won't be sacred to him. Kill reverence and you've killed the hero in man. One doesn't reverence with a giggle. He'll obey and he'll set no limits to his obedience--anything goes--nothing is too serious.

There you have the explanation for Obama's giggles. Quoting Galt once again,

"Every dictator is a mystic, and every mystic is a potential dictator...

"Make no mistake about the character of mystics. To undercut your consciousness has always been their only purpose throughout the ages—and power, the power to rule you by force, has always been their only lust...

"A mystic is driven by the urge to impress, to cheat, to flatter, to deceive, to force that omnipotent consciousness of others. 'They' are his only key to reality, he feels that he cannot exist save by harnessing their mysterious power and extorting their unaccountable consent, 'They' are his only means of perception and, like a blind man who depends on the sight of a dog, he feels he must leash them in order to live. To control the consciousness of others becomes his only passion; power-lust is a weed that grows only in the vacant lots of an abandoned mind...

"A mystic craves obedience from men, not their agreement. He wants them to surrender their consciousness to his assertions, his edicts, his wishes, his whims—as his consciousness is surrendered to theirs. He wants to deal with men by means of faith and force—he finds no satisfaction in their consent if he must earn it by means of facts and reason. Reason is the enemy he dreads ...

"...the feelings that move him from then on are hatred for all the values of man's life, and lust for all the evils that destroy it, A mystic relishes the spectacle of suffering, of poverty, subservience and terror; these give him a feeling of triumph, a proof of the defeat of rational reality. But no other reality exists.

"No matter whose welfare he professes to serve, be it the welfare of God or of that disembodied gargoyle he describes as 'The People,' no matter what ideal he proclaims in terms of some supernatural dimension—in fact, in reality, on earth, his ideal is death, his craving is to kill, his only satisfaction is to torture...

"there is no way to please him; when you obey, he will reverse his orders; he seeks obedience for the sake of obedience and destruction for the sake of destruction. You who are craven enough to believe that you can make terms with a mystic by giving in to his extortions—there is no way to buy him off, the bribe he wants is your life...

"Death is the premise at the root of their theories, death is the goal of their actions in practice—and you are the last of their victims."

Toohey was more direct, in explaining what he wants to do to independent men:

"I don't want to kill him. I want him in jail. You understand? In jail. In a cell. Behind bars. Locked, stopped, strapped--and alive. He'll get up when they tell him to. He'll eat what they give him. He'll move when he's told to move and stop when he's told. He'll walk to the jute mill, when he's told, and he'll work as he's told. They'll push him, if he doesn't move fast enough, and they'll slap his face when they feel like it, and they'll beat him with rubber hose if he doesn't obey. And he'll obey. He'll take orders. He'll take orders!"

For more on Toohey's motivations, which match Obama's perfectly, see my post, Good Night, America.

The meaning of it all is this:  Obama is an incredibly dangerous man for the future of this country — and for your own life.