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you wouldn't like me when i'm angry
apparently the newest [dis]member of the disturbing murder [person and kittens] club has been apprehended in berlin, roughly a week after the superintendent of his building found a maggot-ridden human torso in a suitcase and random appendages started showing up destined for major canadian political parties. for a guy who once apparently wrote a really pretentious manifesto on "how to disappear forever", it seems like he was unaware of precautions like getting a fake passport, not using your own cell phone and not googling yourself while sitting in a cafe so that the waiter can quickly realise why you look familiar. you know, the stuff that all of us learned from watching television by the age of ten.

i don't think that anyone is about to make the argument that magnotta is mentally well. the word "narcissist"has been thrown around so much in the last few days, it seems like that's actually the charge against him. i even think that the media has been reasonably clear that this is narcissism in the pathological sense, not just a descriptive. what they are getting at here, although no one seems to have used the exact term, is that this is someone with a narcissistic personality disorder.

i'd argue that there are pretty clear signs that this guy also suffers from antisocial personality disorder, which is the new "warm fuzzy" name for being a psychopath.

what i find troubling [well, one of the things that i find troubling] is that i've already seen some attention given to an "admission" he made on line that he was bipolar.

dude, get the hell off my turf.

people with mental disorders like schizophrenia and bipolar face a lot of prejudice and certainly one of the greatest is that they're, well, crazy. crazy like the serial killers we've seen portrayed in movies or heard about, or watched countless hours of on the biography channel.  and some of them do become violent, but it's important to remember that they actually have the same or less incidence of violence than people who aren't schizophrenic or bipolar and are generally a far greater danger to themselves than to other people.

for all i know, magnotta may be bipolar,  but i think it needs to be made clear that this isn't linked to his chopping up people or animals or mailing body parts. those are the actions of someone controlled by underlying personality disorders, disorders that appear to have been missed by the psychiatrist who diagnosed him. [i'm sort of haunted by the idea that we might have gone to the same doctor, in which case, i wonder what was missed on my profile.]

aside from everything else, i do not want to spend my summer hearing about the dangers of bipolar people and how they're all secretly stashing body parts somewhere in their home at all times. unless the attendant furor allows me to get away with attacking and disfiguring a narcissistic sociopath who tortured people and kittens and was too stupid to figure out how to use wi-fi. but really, i'd like to see the bipolar people left alone. they have enough to deal with.

if you'd like to read a little about "axis ii" personality disorders and what makes them different, you can have a look at this.

you could also go back and have a look through the always-popular mental health mondays archive. i really have to resurrect this on an ongoing basis.

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