Berenice

Couldn't stay awake for the Oscars the other night, but had sort of been hoping to catch a glimpse of Berenice Bejo, star of The Artist:

Every time I saw that trailer with her winking at the camera, I found myself taken not only with her beauty, but with the illusion engendered by the wink: that she has a playful sense of humor.

It seems to me that when I went to Seville in 1999 I saw a lot of women who looked like her. (It made me want to study Spanish.) You'd see them on the street, behind shop counters, at the outdoor restaurants, and on motor scooters. There seems to be a law in Spain that you're not allowed to purchase a motor scooter unless you pass a certain standard of beauty.

They all smoked, which wasn't a plus. (I don't think the Europeans have discovered the causal relationship with cancer yet.) On the other hand, they don't seem to have discovered plastic surgery yet, either, which is mostly a plus. If Berenice were American she'd be sporting twin torpedoes and lips puffed beyond recognition.

She evidently showed up at the Oscars looking like this:

(A little artifice is nice, as long as it can be washed off afterward.)

Berenice was actually born in Argentina, and her family moved to France when she was three. But she'd look right at home riding a motor scooter on the streets of Seville.

Consistency

RealMoney.com, a stock reporting service, quoted Oscar Wilde this morning: "Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative."

It's similar to another oft-quoted line, "Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds." (This is actually a misquotation of a Ralph Waldo Emerson's "A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.") 

Emerson lived from 1803 to 1882, whereas Wilde lived from 1854 to 1900, so Wilde may have been cribbing. 

In any case, you may find it as annoying as I do to hear someone hide behind that quote. 

If so, the next time just reply, "And reciting a cliche like that is the hobgoblin of people who can't think for themselves."

The Man Who Would Be King

Sean Connery made only three really great movies in his life: Robin and Marian, The Wind and the Lion, and The Man Who Would Be King. All three came out in 1975 and 1976. (The first four Bond movies are culturally iconic, but they were really more cool than great.)

The Man Who Would Be King is on at 8PM on TCM this evening. It's based on the story by Rudyard Kipling. Kipling was certainly not politically correct by today's standards, and the movie cleaves fairly closely to the story. But Kipling also deals skillfully with timeless notions like courage, ingenuity, ego, and hubris, which resonate in any era.

By 1975, Connery was no longer the young panther he was in the early Bond movies, but he still looked great, and he was perfect in the role of an adventurer whose ego gets the better of him. (Later in his career he was cast as a wise man several times, but he was never convincing in those roles.) Connery's romantic interest was played by Shakira Caine, the wife of his co-star Michael.

At 10PM, you can turn to FX and watch Justified, another great boys' adventure story. This one was created by Elmore Leonard, who deals with similar timeless themes.

So people should still be enjoying him in another hundred years as well.

Why the Lin-sanity?

Everybody knows the story by now: Jeremy Lin went unrecruited by all the big time basketball schools, including Stanford, even though he was from Palo Alto. He was cut by two NBA teams. And he was only given playing time by the Knicks as a last resort by the coach when other point guards were unavailable. Since then, he's led the Knicks to a 8-2 record.

The whole thing is reminiscent of one of those sports movies where the walk-on becomes the starting quarterback at a big time football school, or where the 40 year old family man breaks into the major leagues as a pitcher.

It's a classic underdog story, but that doesn't quite explain the cultural phenomenon Lin has become.

That has more to do with how Lin is the anti-Lebron.

Lebron James embodies the popular conception of what an NBA player is. Here's Lebron signing huge endorsement contracts with Nike, Sprite, McDonald's, and State Farm. There he is blowing powder up into the air and referring to himself King James. Here's Lebron ordering organizers to confiscate a CBS videotape of a college player dunking on him at the Nike Lebron James Skills Academy. There's Lebron reserving a special TV show for his announcement that he's going to leave his hometown team for greener pastures in Miami. Here he is in Las Vegas ordering Cristal champagne. And there's Lebron at a fancy nightclub in Manhattan....

Lebron has never done anything truly bad. But because of his general air of entitlement he's been ranked among the six least popular sports personalities in both 2010 and 2012.

Lin, on the other hand, is the opposite of the typical spoiled NBA player. There's Jeremy asking a chaplain to pray that he won't be cut a third time. Here's Jeremy saying that he's gotten too much credit for the recent victories and that his teammates deserve more. There he is saying that he's looking forward to Carmelo Anthony's return. Here's Jeremy blaming himself for the loss to the Hornets and saying he needs to get better. There's Jeremy out celebrating in Manhattan -- with his parents. Here he is at a team party, spending the entire night nursing one beer. And there's Jeremy saying he doesn't deserve to be included in the All Star festivities.

If the Eastern Conference finals come down to the Knicks and the Heat, it won't be hard to figure out whom the majority of Americans will be rooting for. 

Exactly what does "diversity" mean?

An Ivy League college is considering two applicants. One is an upper middle class black boy from Fairfield County, Connecticut. He played on his high school basketball team and ran track in the spring. His older brother goes to a different Ivy League college. The other is a middle class white boy who grew upon a farm in Idaho. He was an Eagle Scout, and wrestled on his high school team. His older brother is in the Marines. Let's say they got A minus averages and 1950 on their SATs, and both are decent but not great athletes.

We don't really have to ask which kid would get in ahead of the other.

But which one would bring more actual diversity to an Ivy League college? Which one has a background which would be rarer in those environs? Which one would be more of a breath of fresh air at, say, Yale? Which one could expose his classmates to a truly different background, and set of attitudes?

Obviously, the kid from Idaho. Yet any of the Ivies would, for their purposes, consider the upper middle class black kid from Fairfield County more "diverse."

The implication of this view of diversity is that blacks and whites are diverse purely because of their races. But if we're diverse, where exactly do we diverge?

What are the differences? Could our diverse DNA possibly express itself in differences in average IQ, testosterone level, propensity to violence, sprinting ability, or ability to create and maintain a civilization?

That's not possible, you say?

But if you don't care to acknowledge any divergences, isn't the very concept of diversity rendered meaningless?

Also, aren't the benefits of "diversity" usually touted most strongly by the same people who claim that "race is only skin deep," or, alternatively, "there is no such thing as race?"

Isn't that a contradiction?

Perhaps some college administrator would care to elucidate.

The benefits of diversity

An abbreviated version of a story that appeared on Yahoo News yesterday: 

White House wary of new affirmative action Supreme Court case
By Oliver Knox | The Ticket

The White House reacted cautiously to word Tuesday that the Supreme Court will take up an affirmative action case -- may potentially hear arguments on the volatile issue in the waning months of the presidential campaign.

President Barack Obama's chief spokesman, Jay Carney, told reporters at his daily briefing that he would not comment "on the Supreme Court's decision to take up a case, or not take up a case."

It's not uncommon for an administration to beg off when asked about the high court's doings, especially when it is not a party to the case, in order to avoid the appearance that it is improperly putting its thumb on the scales of justice.

But Carney then waded into the issue in general terms, saying, "I think, as the Supreme Court has recognized in the past, diversity in the classroom has learning benefits for students, campuses and schools."

Everyone talks about the benefits of diversity, but no one ever spells out exactly what they are. It's one of those things that no one seems to want to look at too closely.

Let's analyze Carney's last sentence. Ignore for the moment his poor syntax (campuses and schools are inanimate, and can't learn), and focus on diversity's "learning benefits" for students. How exactly does that work?

Let's say you're a ninth grader trying to master algebra. You're given the following problem: Solve for x if 2x + 5 =  5x - 13. You rack your brains, but you're stymied. Then you look over to the other side of the classroom and see Jose, a recent immigrant, puzzling over the same question. Suddenly the answer hits you -- because Jose was in the classroom!

Is that how it works?

You're attending a majority Hispanic high school in Laredo, Texas. You're trying to remember the date of the Norman Conquest, but you're drawing a blank. Then you look up and see the back of Billy Bob Hardison's head, and you remember -- 1066!

If you're a recent immigrant from Asia, will continual exposure to Ebonics help you score higher on the verbal portion of the SAT?

Frankly, I don't understand how being in the presence of someone of a different ethnicity helps you learn better. 

Perhaps at a future press conference someone could ask Jay Carney to explain exactly how those "learning benefits" are achieved.

Cuddly Mike's latest project

Right on cue, this item just came out this morning:

http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/boxing/mike-tyson-host-one-man-show-las-vegas-203536014.html

The rehabilitation of Mike Tyson

It's seems like ancient history now, but once upon a time, before the advent of mixed martial arts, Mike Tyson was regarded as the baddest man on the planet. His knockout power was such that huge black men like Trevor Berbick and Pinklon Thomas cowered in fear when they entered the ring with him. It was said that most of his opponents were already beaten before the fight started.

Tyson's fearsome reputation was exacerbated by his early history of juvenile delinquency and his pronouncements about what he was going to do to his opponents ("drive the bone from his nose up into his brain," "eat his children," etc.). Some of this was done to drum up interest in the fight, but some came from a seemingly inexhaustible supply of rage. At one press conference, a spectator yelled, "Put him in a strait jacket." Here is Tyson's reaction.

(As best I can tell, he wasn't acting.)

As a result of both his boxing prowess and his raw image, Tyson got more publicity than any heavyweight since Muhammad Ali. Much of the press coverage he got was understandably negative, and many took pains to disparage his feral nature. But Tyson, unlike Don King and Robin Givens, never struck me as a sociopath.

Tyson's reign as champ lasted only four years. After his original manager Cus d'Amato died, Tyson hired a couple of childhood friends who knew little about boxing to be his trainers. He got out of shape, started drinking (partly to emulate the old time boxers), and married Robin Givens. None of these things had a positive effect on his boxing, and by 1990 he was a shadow of the boxer he had been in 1986.

But the out of control lifestyle didn't stop. There were the auto accidents, the pet tiger, the nonstop partying, the rape conviction, the ear biting incident, and the preflight scuffle with Lennox Lewis. Then, the inevitable bankruptcy. And then, you didn't hear much about him for a while. 

But all of a sudden, in the past couple years, Tyson has popped back into public view -- as a lovable teddy bear.

There he was in The Hangover, playing himself to comedic effect.

Here he is telling a magazine interviewer that he is now a vegetarian. (Which must mean he's given up eating his opponents' children.)

He showed up at Comedy Central's Charlie Sheen roast, delivering his own speech, then doubling over with laughter as he in turn was savaged by the other comedians. At one point Jeffrey Ross told him, "Mike, when I was listening to you I wanted to chew my own ears off." Tyson laughed as if it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.

Here's what Amy Schumer had to say to him, as well as his reaction to her insults. (Contrast this reaction to his earlier reaction linked above.)

When Patrice O'Neal got his turn at the podium, he captured the moment perfectly by saying, "You know, I'm not so sure I like the way white people are so....comfortable with Mike Tyson these days."

Then last week there was Tyson at Madison Square Garden, participating in Lin-mania. When interviewer Jill Martin asked him somewhat pointed questions about his biggest regrets, he responded laughingly.

So it's now official: Mike Tyson is a cuddly mascot.

This type of rehabilitation has happened to only one other boxing champ: George Foreman. Foreman was also regarded as a sullen force of nature early in his career, though his main role was to play the heavy to Muhammad Ali in the famous Rumble in the Jungle. Foreman boxed for three more years after that fight, then faded into obscurity for a decade or so, working as a preacher at a rundown church in Texas. Eventually he made a comeback in the late 1980's that culminated in a piece of the heavyweight title. By this point he was the old man in the game, and also had enough nostalgia value so that people rooted for him. He subsequently made a fortune promoting cooking grills thanks to his newly jovial persona.

But other than Foreman, there's no one in recent memory who has undergone the image transformation Tyson has. Certainly not Sonny Liston, the glowering man who was dethroned by the young Cassius Clay. Liston was widely reputed to be mobbed up, and also a heroin user. He died under questionable circumstances in Las Vegas years later, mourned by few. The public has never warmed up to Larry Holmes. During his reign he was said to have suffered by being the successor to Ali, but Holmes would have been considered charisma-free in any era.

Joe Louis and Rocky Marciano were heroes from start to finish; their images never changed.

Muhammad Ali is, of course, an icon. But he always was, so there was no rehab involved there, either. These days Ali gets trotted out on various public occasions, and each time we get to see the long term aftereffects of all those Pyrrhic victories over Frazier, Foreman, Norton, and Shavers.

Iron Mike, despite his moniker, did not have the iron jaw Ali did, and so was knocked out by Buster Douglas and Lennox Lewis rather than having his brains battered for round after round. As a result he is now getting to enjoy his post-boxing incarnation as Cuddly Mike.

I'm glad he's enjoying the last laugh over Robin Givens and Don King.

The sociopathy scale

Sociopaths tend to be dishonest, disloyal, parasitic, narcissistic, easily bored, impulsive, manipulative, irresponsible, callous, hypocritical, and incapable of feeling either love or shame.

But sociopaths can also be charming and, especially at first, electrifying to be around. They are full of witty asides, clever ripostes, and amusingly cutting comments. They are also natural performers, seemingly impervious to any sort of performance anxiety.

When you go to a party, the first person you're going to feel drawn to is the sociopath, who is often the life of the party. Because he gets bored easily, and has a constant need for stimulation, those around him are rarely bored. In fact, you'll often find yourself either admiring his nerve or tickled by his seeming lack of concern for social propriety.

People like that can be fun, for an evening -- if you keep your distance.

Conversely, the nicest people are often the most boring. They have a stiff, inhibited way of letting the truth stand in the way of a good story. And they are susceptible to nerves.

(The one element which complicates both sides of the equation is intelligence, which can add spice to the full range of personality types. An intelligent nice person can be more entertaining -- or at least more interesting -- to be around than a dumb sociopath.)

But intelligence being even, the sociopath is far more likely to make a splashy first impression.

You could almost grade people mathematically, by where they rank on the sociopathy scale. At one end are the sociopaths, at the other decent folk. Sociopaths spend their lives filled with the negative emotions: hatred, envy, schadenfreude, etc. They are also charming, but employ that charm to nefarious ends.

Decent folk are filled with the entire range of emotions, from hatred to love, but almost always let their consciences override their impulses -- which tends to make them dull and boring.

Be aware that where someone ranks on any one of those personality measures is a pretty good predictor of where he will rank on the others.

Being bored is a small price to pay for reliability. And being charmed in the short run is small recompense for ending up bitter, as you will inevitably be if you stay in a sociopath's orbit long enough.

What it's like to have Aspergers

Imagine that whenever you speak to others, you can only do so from the other side of a sheet of opaque glass, so that you can't really interpret their facial expressions.

In addition, whoever you're speaking to is using one of those voice changers that make his voice sound like a robot's, so you can't glean any emotions from his intonations.

Then imagine that you had to conduct your every conversation in a foreign language which you'd studied for only two years, so that you have no feel for idiom, and take everything literally.

But at the same time, you are constitutionally incapable of admitting you're wrong, so whenever people correct you, you must insist you're right.

Then imagine that you have a set of very rigidly held beliefs, and every time someone disagreed with you, you become furious, like a devout Muslim shown a disparaging cartoon of Muhammad.

It would be a tough way to have to go through life.

Of course, spending time around someone like that must not be any picnic either.

Lauren Redfern

This Huffpost article appeared on AOL today:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/02/16/lauren-redfern-high-schoo_n_1283779.html?ncid=webmail2#s439509&title=Stacy_Schuler

It's about Laura Redfern, a 25-year-old teacher who was arrested for having sex with a 17-year-old boy from her high school. At the moment, Redfern is being held without bond at the Eagle County Detention Center in Colorado.

Here's Laura:

I know that teachers aren't supposed to have sex with their students. I realize that some of these women have issues, and some are trying to relive their high school years. And I know that if men are prosecuted for doing this, then it's only fair that women be too.

I also think that grownups who molest 10-year-olds should be fried.

But yet...somehow....I just can't work up a whole lotta outrage about Redfern's crime.

Do you think the 17-year-old she had sex with is now permanently traumatized? Is he ashamed of himself, or do you think that maybe he boasted about it to a few friends? Do those friends feel pity for him, or envy? And how exactly will word of this liaison affect his social standing at the high school?

Go ahead, take a wild guess.

To me, the funniest thing about the Huffpost article is the way they kept referring to the 17-year-old, who freely admitted to police that the four month long relationship was consensual, as "the victim."

But that may just be my twisted perspective.

Perhaps the residents of her hometown feel differently. Yep, they probably feel safer waking the streets knowing that Redfern is locked away.

Happy birthday Mom!

http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/connecticut_man_wants_to_evict_his_88KaAYNPpdWtJ6tGei2IjK

Always wondered what kind of people become taxidermists.....

"Wake insistent splendors of color which lie dormant beneath silent adulthood purpose."

The last in the series on requests for pen pals from Death Row inmates. Here's an excerpt from:

http://www.deathrowinmate.org/penpal-classifieds/michael-flinner

MICHAEL FLINNER SQSP

Nurturing life's little miracles on a path of faith often fraught with dilemma, Michael faces a fierce enemy that never sleeps, haunting his dreams and ripening him with age. "Time", is a cruel opponent.

With an indomitable and approachable spirit in his rehabilitative giving sense of community, Michael strives to wake insistent splendors of color which lie dormant beneath silent adulthood purpose.

Reflected in the power of choice while replacing mundane soil with courage to stare immense psychological pain dead in its eyes, meaningful growth occurs --- a rare gift which dare not be neglected....

Can anyone translate those three paragraphs into plain English for me? (It seems to be written in Obfuscatese, a language many sociopaths are fluent in.)

Flinner is on Death Row for having taken out a $500,000 life insurance policy on his 18-year-old fiancee, then contracting with someone to kill her. ("Time" may be "a cruel opponent," but it's still one that 18-year-old girl would undoubtedly have loved to have had the opportunity to face.)

Michael's son Johnathan, who believes in his father's innocence, is waging a campaign to have him freed. (Flinner himself is another inmate who has taken a principled stand against the death penalty.)

I might possibly have considered the slim possibility that Flinner was innocent. But after reading his letter, there's no way. Anybody who writes about himself in the third person is an incurable narcissist. And anybody who uses such flowery language to say absolutely nothing has obviously spent a lifetime bamboozling others.

Scratch a con man, find a sociopath. And a sociopath is always guilty until proven innocent.

If you have any doubts about Flinner's guilt, ask yourself this: what possible reason would a 36-year-old man have to take out a half million dollar insurance policy on his 18-year-old fiancee?

The Day Stalker

Looking at pen pal requests from some of the more notorious Death Row inmates is a great way to study sociopathy. There's no doubt about their sociopathy, so you get to analyze their letters in that light, and see exactly what it is that betrays their sociopathy.

Here's another pen pal request, in case you're in the mood to correspond:

FRANKLIN LYNCH SQSP

During the 23 years of my unjustly conviction and incarceration with the exception of a select few people, I've yet to connect and truly establish a meaningful friendship with someone who is willing to sincerely empathize with my unfortunate situation here on death row!

If you were able to place yourself in my present position filled with adversity, wouldn't you desire a connection with someone who just might provide you with moral support through regular correspondence---a way to help you maintain your mental health and stability, despite the darker sides and negative images that exist within the personalities beyond these myriad walls?

If so, please feel free to write to me so that we may exchange thoughts and some of our common interests, such as academics, politics, economics, reading novels, travel, family life, spirituality, sports, abolition of the death penalty, and various secular issues. With much Love and Appreciation, Franklin

Lynch demonstrates that peculiar sociopathic stylistic quirk, overuse of adjectives and adverbs: he wants to truly establish a meaningful friendship with someone willing to sincerely empathize with his unfortunate situation. (At one point he even gets adverbs and adjectives confused, when he speaks of his "unjustly conviction.")

Lynch, like the fellow in the previous post, has taken a moral stance against the death penalty. Note his use of the word "abolition," which vaguely equates his cause with Abolition. It's also nice to see that he has an interest in "family life" and "spirituality."

Note also that he says he wants to "maintain" his mental health and stability. He doesn't want to gain it, he merely wants to keep it in the hostile environs to which he has been unjustly confined. The implication is that he is currently mentally healthy and stable.

When he says "despite the darker sides and negative images that exist within the personalities beyond these myriad walls" he is of course trying to dissociate himself from all those bad guys who are in prison. ("Myriad" is evidently a word beloved by both high school poets and Death Row inmates.)

And look at Lynch's nice smile. Or is that more the gleefully devilish grin of a man impervious to remorse?

You should probably withhold judgment until you find out a little more about him.

Lynch was known for a while as "The Day Stalker," and terrorized the Bay Area during the mid-80's. He was convicted of robbing and killing three old ladies, and is suspected of at least a dozen other murders as well.

One 89-year-old woman, in a typical killing, was found with her hands tied behind her back, a blanket tied around her head, and numerous broken bones as well as a brain hemorrhage.

(When he talks about the "common interests" you might have, he omits beating little old ladies to death. Musta been an oversight.)

One quintessentially sociopathic characteristic is that they always assume they can fool you. This is not only true of sociopaths on the outside, but even of Death Row inmates who have been convicted of the most monstrous of crimes. A sociopath never stops being a sociopath, however, and the shame of it is that even after having been exposed for what they are they can almost always find more gullible people to con.

The anti-capital punishment crusader

This request for pen pals is from Death Row inmate Spencer Brasure:

http://www.deathrowinmate.org/penpal-classifieds/spencer-brasure-sqsp

His first paragraph:

My name is Spencer, I am a single God-Loving father of one, in my early 40's, writing to you as a co-founder of this very venue, encouraging your participation and membership as we push for reform, aggressively stimulating global opposition to capital punishment while working to dispel societal stigma.


There are plenty of very decent people who are against the death penalty, and some actively campaign toward that end. But for someone who's on Death Row to support the cause seems, well, a little self-serving. Especially since people don't usually end up on Death Row unless they've practiced a little capital punishment themselves.

Also, exactly what "societal stigma" is Brasure trying to dispel? The stigma against the types of crimes which land people on Death Row? Does anybody else believe it would be a good idea to de-stigmatize murder?

There are evidently only two types of people pretentious enough to use "societal" rather than "social": college professors and Death Row inmates.

Not that I would say any of these things to his face. Brasure looks pretty scary in his photographs. He even manages to look threatening while cuddling his daughter, which is a real accomplishment.

At the end of his letter, Brasure writes:

Ponder this: "An eye for an eye, results in a blind society"

Okay, now ponder this excerpt from an LA Times article describing what Brasure did to his kidnap victim before dousing him with gasoline and burning him to death:

"Brasure burned Guest's face with a torch, stapled wood to his head and broke glass in his mouth. He also burned the man with a makeshift electrical device."

We know that Brasure has taken the humane anti-capital punishment position.

One has to wonder if he is now morally opposed to torture as well.

Actions speak louder than inmate pen pal requests

Here's another request for a pen pal from a Death Row inmate:

http://www.deathrowinmate.org/penpal-classifieds/penpals

There are three pictures shown of Eddie Morgan Jr. He's sort of good-looking in a somewhat aggressive way.

Mr. Morgan makes himself sound like an awfully nice guy: He loves animals. He comes from "a wonderful family." He adores his mother and two sisters. When his father passed away, it was "a very difficult time" for him. He loves Jesus with all his heart, and also loves to help people in any way he can. He is "positive and upbeat," "down-to-earth," and "honest."

Sounds like just the kind of guy you'd want your sister to marry.

Note also that he is looking for a "genuine friendship." Not just any old friendship mind you, but a genuine one.

Now check out this description of his crime:

http://50cases.freedomblogging.com/2009/12/15/day-44-a-brutal-mutilation-outside-a-night-club/1275/

Quite a contrast.

It's always the worst people who take the greatest pains to point out how nice they are.

Watch your lies, they become your reputation

One of my favorite inmate pen pal requests was written by one Daniel Lewis:

http://www.deathrowinmate.org/penpal-classifieds/daniel-lewis-aksp

After explaining how he was convicted after his gun went off "accidentally," at the end of his letter he says:

P.S. Here's a little poem that I wrote.


Watch your thoughts, they become your words, They become your actions.
Watch your actions, they become your habits.
Watch your habits, they become your character,
It becomes your destiny.

Lewis obviously mashed the first and second lines together. Nonetheless, it's a clever poem, so I was a little suspicious about its provenance.

Sure enough, I Googled it and found that it's a well known poem. Here is the correct version:

Watch your thoughts, they become words.
Watch your words, they become actions.
Watch your actions, they become habits.
Watch your habits, they become your character.
Watch your character, it becomes your destiny.

The poem is variously attributed to Lao Tsu, Charles Reade, and Anonymous.

No one attributes it to Daniel Lewis.

So Lewis's claim of authorship doesn't exactly lend credence to his statement that his gun discharged "accidentally."

From his picture, it's apparent that Lewis, a lifelong Alaska resident, is an Inuit. I read once a long time ago that the incidence of sociopathy among the Inuit was only 1 in 500, far less than among whites, and that when an obvious sociopath appeared in their midst, the other tribal members would simply push him off an ice floe into the Bering Sea.

I also remember how Amerindians in general felt that the white man spoke with a forked tongue.

In this case, it seems it's the Inuit/Amerindian who is not speaking the truth.

Mr. Lewis has been in jail for ten and a half years, so perhaps he doesn't realize how easy it is to look things up on the internet these days.

I have two pieces of advice for Mr. Lewis.

The first is, don't go near any ice floes.

The second is a little saying I wrote a few years back:

You can fool all of the people some of the time, and some of the people all of the time, but you can't fool all of the people all of the time.

Looking for romance?

It's fascinating to look at the letters from prisoners seeking pen pals:

http://www.deathrowinmate.org/death-row-inmate-information/penpal-classifieds/

Many, naturally enough, say they are seeking friends who are "not judgmental." (Translation: have no sense of judgment.)

Virtually all either say they were convicted wrongly, or only admit to making a "mistake," without specifying what that mistake was. To most of us, a mistake might consist of a mathematical error, or a misspelling. Or perhaps losing our keys. The "mistake" these inmates refer to is something along the lines of having raped and murdered someone. (Oops .)

If any of these inmates strike you as nice guys, or if theirs is the type of patter you tend to fall for, I have one piece of advice for you:

Never, ever, set foot outside your front door.

(By the way, for those of you who don't know the writer of this blog -- which is basically a request for commenters if not friends -- I'm quite partial to long romantic walks on the beach. And I love puppies.)

Wanna be pen pals?

While looking up Wesley Shermantine, the serial killer pictured in the previous post, I stumbled across this advertisement from him on a website which tries to get pen pals for Death Row inmates:

http://www.deathrowinmate.org/penpal-classifieds/wesley-shermantine-sqsp

It's a wonderfully revealing look at the mentality and methods of a sociopath.

You often hear that when you go to jail, the first thing you find out is that everyone claims to be innocent. Shermantine is no exception. In the first part of his letter he states:

Death Row Inmate Shermantine declined (refused) Attorney General offer of Life-Without-Parole on March 14, 2011. I've not murdered anyone, so what would compel me to accept a deal of any kind which had a "life" sentence attached to it? My heart aches for the Herzog's victim's family members. I really would like to help them all, but the A.G. and D.A. MUST present a far-better offer.

Since writing this, Shermantine has drawn up maps showing the locations where additional bodies can be found. He did this not out of guilt or a desire to bring closure to the victims' families, but in exchange for money with which to buy a TV and other creature comforts for his cell.

Note how his "heart aches" for the bereaved family members. This type of false emotionality is typical of sociopaths, who are forever striking such poses.

The straightforward protestation of innocence is also typical. It's easy to imagine Shermantine saying this while looking you straight in the eye, without a catch in his voice.

This is what he says about his previous marriage:

I've been here on Death Row since May of 2001. I'm currently single but previously married to a wonderful woman who blessed me with two beautiful sons (now grown men). She has since remarried.

Shermantine's wife testified at his trial that he constantly beat her, even while she was pregnant or holding the children in her arms.

Prior to this tragedy occurring in my/our lives, I/we enjoyed simple things like fishing, hiking, hunting, horseback-riding, backing packing into the wilderness, water skiing, gold panning, playing in the winter snow, and just about anything to do with the great outdoors.

Shermantine reportedly boasted to his partner in crime, Loren Herzog, that he had killed a hunter in Utah. Evidently he used these wilderness jaunts to indulge his habit of killing strangers. (It's a lot easier to get away with murder when you're in a remote area far away from security cameras, etc.)

Never having been to prison before, I get by. There's a lot more to me than really meets the eye. I love music too, along with the unexplainable in life --- things we cannot see or even have a true understanding of.

Shermantine loves music and "the unexplainable in life" -- what a romantic!

Today, I seek genuine friendship from all walks of life, men and women whatever age, and people willing to tough out this rough patch in my life with me, those willing to take a chance on getting to know me while at the same time, learning how the justice system "really" functions, placing innocent people into prison while freeing the guilty.

A nonsociopath is much less likely to use the word "genuine," since he would just assume that any friendship is by its nature genuine. But a sociopath is forever spelling out his inner decency and goodness.

Next time you meet someone who sounds like this, make sure there are some security cameras around.

Thin lips III

The  following AP article appeared on Yahoos News this morning: 

http://news.yahoo.com/more-human-remains-found-calif-ranch-054606430.html

It is about two men, Wesley Shermantine and Loren Herzog, known as the "Speed Freak Killers," who are thought to have killed as many as 15 people -- by some accounts more -- and dumped them in a well on an abandoned farm once owned by Shermantine's family. 

Shermantine is on Death Row, but Herzog's conviction was overturned when a judge found his confession to have been illegally obtained. However, he committed suicide a month ago when he found out that Shermantine was telling authorities about the well and two other locations. 

I'd never heard of these two before, so was curious as to what they looked like. Here's Shermantine: 

And here's Loren Herzog: 

Both men have the thin lips that seem to be so typical of Caucasian serial killers. I can't begin to explain it, or even come up with a theory as to why this might be. But it's hard not to notice the correlation.