I REALLY BELIEVE THAT THE ONLY THING A SOCIOPATH/PSYCHOPATH UNDERSTANDS IS A GOOD PHYSICAL BEATING!!!!

I have seen Men and Women put through the wringer by their sane mates only to turn around and do it again to someone else. But I have seen Spath's that have been physically beaten up, and they seem to let it go....But they will pursue another sooner or later.

My Brother is a Spath as this blog states. And he only seems to understand a Beating. I worked with a female Spath, and it took the rest of the Ladies to beat the living shit out of her to get her to leave me and the other men in our group alone. A Month later she was fired.

I believe that Vengeance is best served up Cold. I keep track of Spath's and every time they try to abuse the system, I thwart them. i.e. Every time that female I worked with gets a new job, I send the companies HR Department a copy of her arrest records that she managed to get removed from online services like MugShots.com. Within a few weeks she's looking for a new Job. :)

I'm an SOB and I know it! This is a "Right to Work" state and employers can't tell why people were fired, so I make sure new employer's know why!

Barry tries to have me charged

Barry goes to the police and files a report with a detective that I am Defaming him on the Internet.
This all has to do with his student ID picture from PHCC showing up on FaceBook.

Oi, what a mess. but I just let it happen. I  have No Fear of him. He is only going to hurt himself.
The police talked to Mum and told her it was a dispute between Barry and me, and could not give her any more information. ??? We had found it online and there was a case number assigned, that's why we called the sheriff. Barry had made all kinds of allegations against me like Defaming him from getting a Job, Kiddy Porn, Pirating, etc. The police showed up at my door without a search warrant to discuss this, I told them to come in and inspect my 10 computers, which they superfluously did. They quickly realized the Network of computers was for business purposes and I was doing no harm to my Brother. I think they had that idea when they came in the first place. I even opened my safe for them and they didn't even look at it. After they left I burst out laughing at his escapades. He was finally doing himself in.

Two weeks later I got a call from the Investigator and he wanted to know about Barry. Mum was with me and I asked her if I should use the 'S' word; she said yes. I told the officer "you know you are dealing with a Sociopath, right." He said "I'm beginning to believe so." I told him that I have been dealing with him all my life and I have never done anything to him. Mum even got into the conversation and ranted about Barry to the Investigator. You'd think Barry would learn his lesson after the third try, but he hasn't.

I really do believe, after seeing what Spath's do, that the ONLY THING THEY UNDERSTAND IS A GOOD PHYSICAL BEATING!!!

OK, it's been a couple years. Very Busy Years.
Barry is OK, but he still continues to exaggerate Big Time.

My Mother has seen how his Dreams are affecting his Reality. When he was here one time sleeping on the floor at 02:00, I awoke my Mother and she heard him having a plain as day conversation with someone. Pauses and all, because we could not hear the person he was talking with.
She listened very carefully until the 'conversation' turned murky. I told her wait for a few days and see if he doesn't tell you the story like it really happened. Two days later, he did just that!

Then on another night...I have always had a problem sleeping with my mate. Well only when they pull the sheet over my face or knock a pillow over my face. I wake up almost instantly in a panic and the same image goes through my head. I'll spare you the details...Barry was talking in his sleep about "Him." Mom heard the conversation too. He said "My Life was ruined when he was born. I should have killed him when I had the chance. I'm sorry I stopped. He took everything away from me." Pause..."One can guess the question he was asked in his head by the answer. "Mom came in looking for me and I pulled the pillow off his face so I wouldn't get in trouble. I had a few more chances, but they didn't work. He's evil and here to make my life hell. One time he was playing with his dog at the top of the stairs and I kicked him in the ass. He tumbled down the stairs and hit the wall. Mom's thing fell off the wall and hit him in the head. I was pissed because it only knocked him out. Then one time at our summer home I pushed him off a rock into 2 foot deep water. He hit his head hard but he came up. He is evil. Another time I pushed him off a rock when he was fishing for Sunnys for breakfast. 40 feet off the lake. He came up, Dam It! He has always been a pain in the ass to me." And then the conversation turned murky....

 Well after hearing that my sleeping problem went away and our Mum is finally accepting that he has a problem, although she is not accepting the terrible things he has done to me as truth.