The other day, an ‘elderly’ white male, southern, told Ashley Judd that he liked Trump. She became hysterical, going almost psychotic with insane rage, that he dared speak to her in that threatening manner. She decided that the world needs safe spaces at sports venues, away from the unwashed masses and the harassment of KKK politics. Like other celebs who are having a difficult time grasping the fact that they are not getting their way, she is having a legendary melt-down, all over social media. The problem is she is not the only one. The other problem is the fact that they are celebrities, and are accustomed to getting their own way all the time. There are some of them who are basically malignant narcissists.
“…Malignant narcissism as a syndrome characterized by a narcissistic personality disorder (NPD), antisocial features, paranoid traits, and egosyntonic aggression. Other symptoms may include an absence of conscience, a psychological need for power, and a sense of importance (grandiosity)… Malignant narcissism is a psychological syndrome comprising an extreme mix of narcissism, antisocial personality disorder, aggression, and sadism. Often grandiose, and always ready to raise hostility levels, the malignant narcissist undermines organizations in which they are involved, and dehumanizes the people with whom they associate….”
We are dealing with people who are truly disturbed, legends in their own mind, and so terribly important that they don’t exist in the real world. I heard somewhere that a top female music performer was so out of touch with reality she could not even put food on her own plate. She had someone do it for her.
Once upon a time I was honored to become BFFs with one of the great Hollywood legends, Frances Dee. She was at least ninety, fragile, frail, and amazingly full of spirit. She also had a grasp on reality. I was to discover that her life-long BFF, her friend Kate, was also very well grounded to the point where she began circulating rumors that she had Alzheimer’s, so people would leave her alone! Mrs. McCrea and her BFF Kate, were legends, her friend Kate being Katherine Hepburn. They just wanted to be, and to live and fought for every moment they had remaining to them. There was nothing narcissistic about them.
From Mrs. McCrea (Frances Dee) I learned quite a bit about the Golden Age of Hollywood. She and her husband, the legend, Joel McCrea hung out, as a couple with Gable and Lombard! Because they as yet had no children, the two couples were basically adopted by a little girl who decided she would rather hang with them, than her own parents. She too, became a legend, Shirley Temple!
The other things I learned was that Cary Grant was basically a genius when it came to buying and selling land. All of the A-list of the age tried to hire his business manager, who would put them in with Grant and his business deals. Randolph Scott was a cross-dressing drag queen, who hung out with Mrs. McCrea and her BFF, Kate.
I guess the difference was that Mrs. McCrea was very well balanced as a person. She loved the Lord. One of the most beautiful moments of my life was sitting in Red Lobster, in Roswell, New Mexico, as she read Henry Drummond’s The Greatest Thing In The World to me.
She loved Christ more than she loved herself.
I think we have our answer.