I’m Up To Here With Sociopaths

I’ve had an epiphany. I know what makes life so inconvenient or worse for most of us. It’s all those fucking sociopaths. I take as my definition of a sociopath as a person who lacks any perception of what his or her actions do to other people. It is obvious to me that they are the source of our troubles.

You have a neighbour who plays bagpipe music loudly every night ‘til eleven o’clock. You explain how upsetting it is and ask if it could be not so loud and not so late. He responds that what he’s doing is not illegal. You point out that although he is allowed to do it, doesn’t mean he should do it. It disturbs sleep, makes the dog throw up, and invades all the surrounding homes with a sound that only he likes. A sociopath reminds you that he’s allowed to and walks away.

In the above case, should you live in Canada, you can apply “The Nuisance Law”. If you read it, you will see that there ARE restrictions beyond what a local bylaw might say.


You’re in love with your boyfriend and are happily sitting with him on a blanket on a beach. Nearby there’s a few well-built and tanned young women. They are enjoying cold beer in the hot sun. Your sociopath boyfriend gets up, walks over to them in their bikinis, and asks if he could have a beer. They give him an icy bottle from their cooler and he drinks it with them, chatting, joking and flirting. Afterwards, he saunters back to your blanket. He hasn’t a thought of what it might mean to you that he did that. Drop him as soon as possible.

The terrifying thing is that sociopaths can rise in the ranks of society and business. It is obvious that sociopaths bring about the economic disasters that abound in recent years. They feel nothing about the damage they do to innocent shareholders or the pensions of working people. They go by the rule that if they are able to do it they have a right to do it. Sociopaths are the scourge of society, and recently I feel they number more than fifty percent of society.

I still feel sick when I think of a piece of closed circuit street footage I saw some years ago. A couple of black kids are fooling around with a handgun, in the open, on a city street. In front of them is a park bench with its back to them and an old lady is seated on the bench, also with her back to them. The kid with the gun, he appeared to be about twelve to fourteen, walked up behind the old lady close enough to touch her, pointed the gun at the back of her head and blew her brains out.

His response to the result of his actions was exuberance. He squealed with delight and did a little dance, waving the gun around. He must be a psychopath. He had not one moment’s thought of what he might have done to dozens of other people who loved her. She might have been awaiting a bus to take her to see her first grandchild. To the sociopath, it doesn’t matter. If you are associating with one and you know it, move away. You think you’re exempt because of your relationship. You’re not. You will be hurt when your turn comes.

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