Capt Cliff: Pirate Psychologist and Bottom-liner

My three sons, aged 21 to 25 often accuse me of “bottom-lining”. After conducting a futile google search, I realized I needed to ask them what they meant by that. Briefly, and I paraphrase, they meant I like to offer glib responses to current events, often but not always having to do with professional sports, that make it seem like I know more than I actually do. For example, last nite while cooking steaks and burgers on the griill for my assorted progeny and their gfs, I offered the following question/comment about the NBA finals between Dallas and Miami: “Well, it’s not like any one player is dominant so far, am I right?!!”  My sons, knowing my pitiful lack of basketball knowledge all rolled their eyes simultaneously and made a collective sigh that said volumes, but primarily meant, “Dad is such a poser! He doesnt know shit about B-ball. He’s bottom-lining again!!”   Ok, they were right…..this time. I am capable of engaging in man talk that is designed to: 1) keep interesting social dialogue going while I burn the barbecue and 2) cover for the fact that I sometimes dont know much about things others care alot about. So there it is, a public mea culpa….They should get a big kick out of that. 

 

However, now that I’ve got the confession part out for all to see, read and possibly use against me later, allow me to argue why cutting to the chase, or bottom-lining may not be a bad thing, especially when it comes to certain subjects, objects, persons and topics of interest. Let me also say one more thing about this bottom-lining label that I now own and wear with pride. Well, maybe not wear with pride, but also not exactly shlep around with like a scarlet B upon my chest either.

 

 In this complicated pluralistic world, I find it increasingly odd (and irritating) that people arent willing to say what they really think and stick to their opinion. On the other hand, i find it just as strange that so many folks arent willing to listen to reason and common sense, and if convinced otherwise, be amenable to changing their viewpoint, even if it means being initially WRONG.  Everybody loves to play the extremes by either being absolutely certain (as in “you cant change my mind”) or dont want to cut through the crap and say what is obviously the more obvious truth. This seems to be the real mental disease of the decade, along with the proliferation of psychiatric labels and Big Pharma drugs used to treat the plethora of popular new diseases, ie. bipolar, ADHD, love and sex addiction, borderline,etc.The very partisan nature of politics and professional life makes the situation even worse. As a licensed psychologist, alot of people expect me to use the in vogue labels and diagnostic categories, like Dr. Drew Pinsky does on TV. Let me cut to the chase and say this. I think Dr. Drew is a sham and a dickwad. He thinks everyone has an addiction and sees sex abuse behind every single case and corner like George Bush frantically looking for Weapons of Mass Destruction (WMDs) under every Iraqi picnic table and behind the drapes at the White House or Saddams sleazy overdone palaces.

 

Why is it every new news event, whether it is Anthony Weiner’s weiner or Swartzenegger’s shlong gets turned into a political debate about party politics or a personality disorder?  I could bottom-line it and say its the fault of the highly polarized news media and the crazed TV talking heads like Dick Morris, Ann Coulter, Glenn Beck, Bill O’Reilly, Bill Maher, etc.. who are trotted out like a matched set of Sesame Street characters on steroids to argue with each other and convince us that stupidity is highly correlated to ones voter registration card. Here’s another mea culpa for you.  I dont vote, and its not cuz I eschew the polarization of American political discourse. It’s because I dont want to get called to jury duty and have to waste my day waiting for my turn to convince someone that either I’m too crazy or too willing to vote GUILTY merely for WASTING MY TIME! They can keep the lousy 25 bucks cuz I think Casey Anthony is guilty as sin, Arnold is an Uber-groper, and Anthony Weiner loves himself and his cell phone way too much. There, I said it. I guess I am a bottom-liner….and slightly proud of it. I guess that’s why I call myself a Pirate Psychologist and my new viewpoint Pirate Psychotherapy. We all need to practice cutting to the chase and telling it like it is. If we mess up, or God forbid are wrong about something, we should be held accountable and own it fully….or walk the proverbial plank.  Arrgghh!!

 

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CaptCliff (Inspector Mazer) Crack Tot Mom Case

My theory is that Cindy Anthony ( a somewhat controlling and critical person who normally pretends like everything is normal, “fine” and in control) violently confronted Caycee Anthony on June 15th, ended up choking her and screaming about the stolen money from the grandparents nursing home funds and subequently threatened Caycee’s parental rights by accusing her of being an “unfit mother”. In retaliation, Caycee left the house with Caylee and something “snapped” in her sociopathic head that led her to act on violent fantasies and delusional beliefs she had already been having for several months (see internet searches), including the idea that she would rather see Caylee dead than have her in her parents primary care and custody. Underlying this thought was the subconscious notion that her life would be much easier and her social relationships (both romantic and with friends) better if she was unencumbered by her role as a single mother, a role she never really wanted at age 19 or 20. The info below describe her antisocial personality (psychopath) to a T. The most dangerous and insidious type of sociopath is the “malignant personality”.  They are the type of psychopath that have enough intelligence and social skills to exhibit a relatively normal yet superficial social facade. They are capable of violence when thwarted or publicly exposed, habitually lie, cheat, and steal and can adapt like chameleons to the social demands of the environment they live in. They spend a lifetime learning to be charming and talking their way in and out of problems, dilemmas, and sticky situations of their own making. Their pulse rate and blood pressure remain normal in situations that would typically stress the shit out of the rest of us. The father George’s role? Typically subservient to his understandably stressed out and controlling second wife, Cindy, he is a basically decent guy and a money grubbing shlub (who contributed to their mounting financial debts due to secretive internet gambling, a year long affair with one of the rescue workers, etc.) and who at times lies out of personal convenience and/or “fails to remember” things properly. His recollection of Caycee leaving with Caylee during the day on july 16th while he was watching a cooking show on tv is his most blatant lie, done to cover-up the significance of the kind of overt threats, and other incriminating things that were said between Cindy and Caycee the night before. Statements from Cindy like, “We will take Caylee away from you!” or outbursts from Caycee like, “You will never see Caylee again!!” would be the type of things that George would like very much to NOT remember and thus, was willing to lie about to protect himself, his wife and his daughter. Both he and Cindy refused to take lie detectors tests. The fact that he subsequently contemplated suicide is a strong sign of this internal conflict he carries. Now with Caycee’s charges of sexual abuse……he just adds it to his long suffering shlub plate. Now wait and watch brother Lee’s hair turn prematurely gray/silver just like his father George.  Sex abuse, while horrible, is not relevent to this case. Whether Caycee killed Caylee and knew it was wrong and criminal IS the point, and she DID. She is hugely disturbed, but is not crazy. Guilty as charged. Next case. Now can we please flash fry Dr. Drew for getting so out of his league and being such a cloying, pedantic sell-out. Go back to your spoiled celebrity narcissism rave and recovery spa. Please take Nancy Grace with you. She hasnt gotten over her own trauma. No, not her fiance’s death, I mean when she was a kid and someone yanked away her soap-on-a-rope microphone right out of her ham-handed little fists. She would have made a great MC at a lynching. I dont know whose devoted fans I hate more, hers or Glen Becks…..

 

 

Psychopath:    Whereas we might occasionally tell a white lie, a psychopath’s lying is compulsive. Most of us experience some degree of guilt about lying, preventing us from exhibiting such behavior on a regular basis. “Psychopaths don’t discriminate who it is they lie to or cheat,” says Seto. “There’s no distinction between friend, family and sucker.”

 

 

Psychopaths also tend to switch jobs as frequently as they switch partners, mainly because they don’t have the qualities to maintain a job for the long haul. Their performance is generally erratic, with chronic absences, misuse of company resources and failed commitments. Often they aren’t even qualified for the job and use fake credentials to get it. Seto talks of a sociopath patient who would regularly get marketing jobs based on his image; he was a presentable and charming man who layered his conversations with educational and occupational references. But it became evident that the man hadn’t a clue what he was talking about, and was unable to hold down a job.  

 

Psychopaths don’t seek therapy willingly, says Seto. Rather, they’re pushed into it by a desperate relative or by a court order. To a psychopath, a therapist is just one more person who must be conned, and the psychopath plays the part right until the therapist is convinced of his or her ‘rehabilitation.’

 

Even though we can’t treat psychopaths effectively with therapy, it doesn’t mean we can’t protect ourselves, writes Hare. Willson agrees, citing the most important factor in keeping psychopaths at bay is to know your vulnerabilities. We need to “realize our own potential and maximize our strengths” so that our insecurities don’t overcome us. Because, she says, a psychopath is a chameleon who becomes “an image of what you haven’t done for yourself.” Over time, she says, “their appearance of perfection will begin to crack,” but by that time you will have been emotionally and perhaps financially scathed. There comes a time when you realize there’s no point in searching for answers; the only thing is to move on.

 

Taken in part from MW — By Caroline Konrad — September 1999

 

THE MALIGNANT PERSONALITY:

 

These people are mentally ill and extremely dangerous! The following precautions will help to protect you from the destructive acts of which they are capable.

 

First, to recognize them, keep the following guidelines in mind.

 

(1) They are habitual liars. They seem incapable of either knowing or telling the truth about anything.

 

(2) They are egotistical to the point of narcissism. They really believe they are set apart from the rest of humanity by some special grace.

 

(3) They scapegoat; they are incapable of either having the insight or willingness to accept responsibility for anything they do. Whatever the problem, it is always someone else’s fault.

 

(4) They are remorselessly vindictive when thwarted or exposed.

 

(5) Genuine religious, moral, or other values play no part in their lives. They have no empathy for others and are capable of violence. Under older psychological terminology, they fall into the category of psychopath or sociopath, but unlike the typical psychopath, their behavior is masked by a superficial social facade.

 
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On Weiner’s weiner

On Weiner’s weiner

I’ve been asked my professional opinion of the “weiner” scandal. I cant believe people are so immature and titillated by tweeted crotch shots (no, that wasn’t a pun). I will not lower myself to the b-anal level of the mass media and their talking heads….That wasn’t a cheap shot either. Apparently, the actual x-rated photo was “leaked” today, released by a couple of radio shock jocks short of common decency. I will now look at the offending photo…..OH MY GODD!!  If this reaches the level of criminal prosecution, I promise there will NOT be a hung jury. 

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Charlie Sheen is an Asshole

I just decided. Charlie Sheen is an asshole. There is no “winning”, just doing the best we can with what we got. There is no getting away with anything. Every time we choose unwisely it comes back to bite us in the ass, usually twice on Sunday. Its’ great to think positive but you cant cover-up mistakes in life with a bottle of glitter and lots of clever euphemisms. Newt Gingrich looks better with a bottle of glitter poured on his head. Most of us are basically good but some of us are total jerks. Most basically good people act like jerks on occasion and should apologize for doing so. I have never spelled the word “occasion” correctly on the first try and probably never will. It sucks to get old but it beats the fricken alternative. That is all.

 

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Counterpoint to The Facebook Reef: A Crabby Rejoinder

Introduction:  Unlike some online forums and ridiculously biased TV networks, CaptCliff always gives time to opposing viewpoints.  Thus, Crabby Cliff responds to his more philosophical side, wistfully set forth in a previous essay, The Facebook Reef.

 

“Wait, I think I just figured out something. People just mostly dont give a shit!! They are too busy with their busy little lives and busy little selves. If you boil it down for them into a catchy tune (like say Ke$ha), a witty proverb (like say Jesus) or a sound byte (like say Newt Gingrich) and keep it really really simple (simple = hopelessly diluted and lacking in nuance), then people will possibly push the “like” button and quickly go back to their busy little lives…Did I get that right? Anybody for a crabby patty??”  Crabby Cliff

 

 

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CaptCliff gets quasi serious on : The Facebook Reef

Have you ever just goofed around and randomly surfed Facebook? I dont mean the people you know, but rather all the FB beings whom you dont know, but somehow someone else is friends with…. who are then friends with someone else, ad infinitum, etc.? It’s really mind boggling. Somehow there is this invisible algorithm, maybe like that “6 degrees of separation” Kevin Bacon thingy, that apparently governs how it is that something initially so small and knowable can grow geometrically into gazillions of other people with totally different lives, different friends, disparate interests but still their own special brand of clever or crude Facebook banter that  characterizes our close intimate relationships and social cliques. It’s not Facebook per se that fascinates me. It’s the individual people and personas that distinguish themselves as we all sway together in the online ether (net) like colorful bits and bytes of coral sea life on a some massive unknowable tropical reef. Like high school, the reef is full of immature jerks, jocks, bullies, show-offs and nerds. Like college, there are intellectuals (well, maybe a few), hard partiers, sullen poets, serious musicians, clowns and court jesters. Like life, there are babies born,  illnesses to be overcome, new homes to be built, and family members to be loved, mocked, reviled, honored, and eventually taken care of. We all sway in the same sea storm, move in unison with the prevailing winds of time and change itself. It is a sad, funny and ultimately beautiful thing this Facebook reef. By the way, I know that sometimes I am a Clown Fish and other times I’m more like a Hermit Crab. I hope that not too confusing for the colony.   Cliff Mazer, Ph.D. 

 

 

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Capt Cliff News Update!! Olive Garden Joins Applebees in Reducing the Legal Age of Drinking to…like Zero

Not to be outdone by Applebees, Olive Garden has quickly joined the ranks of family style restaurants now serving booze to toddlers. A two year old in Florida got a big surprise in his orange juice yesterday when the Italian eatery “accidentally” served him a white wine sangria drink in a kids cup. Not exactly known for its shrewd marketing in the past, Olive Garden has clearly shown itself to be a fierce competitor in the growing kiddie liquor business. Olive Garden’s national spokesperson after first claiming to “regret” the mistake, was heard to mouth off camera, “and if you drink enough alcohol, maybe the food wont taste so shitty”.

 

 

 

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Capt Cliff Twists the News: Joran You Naughty Naughty Boy

The Peruvian magazine Panorama alleges that Joran van der Sloot has stabbed three fellow prisoners, with at least one victim needing emergency medical care. When asked what caused the confrontation, Van der Sloot claims to have become enraged when he discovered one of the other inmates reading a news article about the Natalie Holloway case without his permission.  In a similar twist of fate, the inmate who received emergency medical care had apparently previously seen a TV news report about Joran. The third stabbing victim was chosen according to van der Sloot, “just because I like odd numbers”.  Maximo Altez, van der Sloot’s Peruvian attorney immediately filed a petition claiming his client was provoked to use deadly force due to a sudden case of violent emotions, temporary insanity and prison morning breath. 

 

 

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Capt Cliff’s Weird Rants and Raves: A Parody on Applebees and American Capitalism

The Applebee’s restaurant chain says it’s changing the way it serves juice after a toddler was mistakenly given a small amount of alcohol at a Detroit-area franchise. Apparently, news of the slightly sedated toddler has struck a chord among exhausted young parents who are now lining up at local restaurants requesting similar drink orders for their hyperactive tykes. Applebee’s has responded with a new line of “kiddie cocktails”, including a Barney Bacardi and Coke, and a Shirley Temple Black Russian. After numerous complaints however, the Bacardi drink was changed to a rum beverage with a non carbonated fruit drink that is less likely to cause tooth decay. In related news, Disney has taken notice of the furor and is also considering adding a line of child oriented alcoholic beverages at the Magic Kingdom. The soon to be marketed drinks will feature completely inebriated Disney characters on Mardi Gras style sippy cups……..

 

 

 

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My 40th High School Reunion

Ode to My 40th Reunion

 

by Cliff Mazer, Ph.D.

 

Sure, there is alot going on in the world. There are possible nuclear meltdowns in Japan, major earthquakes, tsunamis, widespread devastation, a new war in Libya, an old war in Iraq. Dont even get me started about healthcare and the economy. But what do most people really spend their time thinking about in private? The answer is themselves. We think about ourself partially to avoid contemplating the world events that we cannot fathom let alone hope to solve. It may seem selfish, but most people when not busy working or raising children are busy fantasizing.  Have you ever sat around thinking what it would be like after 40 years to see your old high school friends and other assorted  peers you used to hate? Daydreaming about showing up at ones reunion all buff and dripping in worldly success is a perfectly normal psychological phenomena reflecting our common need to create satisfying fantasies and express normal narcissistic needs, even if they are mostly self-justifying, or in my case, somewhat delusional. As a Clinical Psychologist I am often called upon to represent a mature and balanced viewpoint. I encourage my clients to avoid extreme thinking and behavior and take deep breaths while contemplating the realistic “middle way”. Denial, another prevalent psychological defense mechanism has allowed me to engage in these quasi-satisfying reunion fantasies for nearly 40 years without considering the actual passage of time. Two weeks ago I realized that this August is my actual 40th class reunion in Highland Park, Illinois, and I had to accept the fact that I now more closely resemble an aging bald man with sleep apnea  than a muscled Adonis with an Armani wardrobe and warlock fangs. Once again, it appears my personal life has conspired to reveal my tendency towards too much….of a bad thing.

 

Not only do I fantasize too much about what I am not, but I currently live a lifestyle that is not exactly conducive to healthy living or even to an ego gratifying high school reunion in four months. Like everyone else in Atlanta in the springtime, I enjoy being outdoors, but mostly just to grill the heck out of my meat-laden meals and then quickly scamper back inside to wolf it all down. Healthy moderation seems to be only a theoretical concept, sort of like black holes and anti-matter. Last week, after hearing my laundry list of physical, mental and emotional complaints and general kvetching, my family doctor, a very healthy, fit looking man around my age, told me I need to “generally cut back”. I know what he means. Too much salt, too much sugar, too many carbs and calories, too few push-ups, and most dreadful of all (especially for a therapist and self proclaimed writer) too many words. Having been told by friends and foe alike, I cannot seem to keep what goes in or out of my mouth lean, brief, or “to the bone” as real writers like to say.  In fact, usually I like to eat the bones too, crunching down on them and enthusiastically sucking out the fatty marrow, whether it is a T-bone steak, rack of ribs, or juicy rottiserie chicken. Usually the next day I make an appointment to see my dentist to fix the gold filling I broke in the process. So, the reasonably priced $8 chicken dinner ends up really costing me $268. My mouth has more tinsel colored fillings than the Christmas cannoli I saw on Cake Boss.

 

 Too much seems to be my hidden vice in life. I try to hide it all in isolated instances of understatement. For example, my cars are usually clean and my home is tastefully decorated.  Look closer and you’ll see my home is a virtual museum and living shrine to architectural excess. My TV show would be called, Not Ever Gonna Flip a House for Profit. The farther down one goes on the never ending home remodeling tour, the more “Winchester Castle” it all gets. By the time you get to the basement it’s almost Freddy Krugeresque….or at least a  good future episode of Hoarders. I actually had a dream that my sons called up the Hoarders producer and that a busload of camera men, OCD specialists and “organizational consultants” came out to film the dramatic finale to be shown nationwide…….on the same weekend as my high school reunion…

 

Whether it is parsimony or parsley, I cant seem to “Let it Be” as the Beatles put it in 1970, just a short year before I graduated high school. My main mantra must have somehow become over time, “While less is more, way too much is even better”. Even when cooking “healthy”, I feel the ghostly presence of other epic purveyors of excess, (eg. Julia Child, Emeril, etc.) who unexpectedly inhabit my body and urge me to add “more spice”, throw in a little lard, or just “take it up a notch”…. The phrase “everything but the kitchen sink” is perceived by my hypomanic mind to be a kind of rare complement, rather than what it really is, a euphemism for intemperance.

 

It’s not that I dont appreciate the idea of Zen like simplicity or the spartan aesthetic of Japanese minimalism. It’s just that some other part of me sneaks in like a stealthy Samurai to throw in some presumed “added value”, or further accessorize the setting, the sandwich or the sentence. How normal is it of me to stay in an expensive hotel room on vacation and still be thinking about going shopping to replace the cheap looking art on the walls? Look, I know the problem and the feelings that accompany it. I’m a Psychologist dammit!!  I watch Hoarders. Everybody, including myself is clearly thinking, “Come on you crazy fool! Get rid of all that worthless crap!! Why in God’s Name are you sitting there sifting through dirty kitty litter for measly grains of still useable product??!! Let’s face it…those people dont need just another pill or set of pillowcases from TJ Maxx. They need alot of love, support and thick leather restraints to hold them down while a caravan of 1-800-JUNK trucks come to load up all their piles and piles of dreck.

 

They say every solution begins by first acknowledging the problem. I’m not yet ready to do the whole “admitting to ones powerlessness” thing, at least not completely when it comes to my calories, consonants, grams of fat or grammar. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be ready to go where no Sheen has gone before and hand over my engorged Ego to my Higher Power. Right now, I just want to make a simple omelet for lunch-brunch. Just a nice healthy organic turkey bacon omelet with a little avocado and Monterrey Jack cheese…and maybe a dash of Mrs. Dash and black pepper..and a dollop of fat free sour cream….  I guess I’ll hold on the bad sodium nitrates, curb the carbs, nix the artificial sweeteners like my good doctor said to, and refrain from unwarranted shopping sprees and garage sales until further notice. Maybe I’ll even go for  a springtime walk or two and take deep cleansing breaths. I will attempt to meditate silently on world peace and try to see myself more realistically, regardless of how much money my high school classmates make selling Pork futures and Soybeans at the Chicago Board of Trade.  Still, I doubt anybody at the reunion is going to get me to shut up or successfully take a vow of silence. I realize I’m still way more Wizard of Oz than Dr. Oz, but I’m gonna give it my best shot. May Julia Child and Open Pit Barbecue Sauce forgive me…..

 

Cliff Mazer, Ph.D. is a Clinical Psychologist in Private Practice. He specializes in sex therapy and eating disorders. He resides in Atlanta, Georgia and has a thing for Pirates.   He plans to attend his 40th high school reunion in Highland Park, Ill. in August, 2011    Contact 404-932-7193

 

 

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