The REAL Victims
Don't you dare point that at me
TOOL - "Culling Voices" - Fear Inoculum - 2019
On September 26, 2018, between The August Monster Clash and the December Neila's Silly Ass incidents, Neila and I had a contentious exchange in which she claimed I was guilty of playing the victim card, something widely known as a staple of The Flozberk Way and with which I'd never been associated. That's some serious gaslighting right there.
Her absurd, mean-spirited claim got me thinking about how perceived and actual victimization has shaped our lunatic family.
Let us examine:
Finally!
After receiving painfully little information and cooperation from Neila about numerous important issues regarding Dad, she blew my mind by dryly providing some lowdown on some medical procedures he faced that week. I replied with earnest surprise and thanks plus a healthy touch of sarcasm:
2018-09-26 17:27:37
Wow, you're actually bothering to send me important info? Well, just color me astonished! I'd no clue he was even seeing the urologist this week. How utterly gracious of you. Thanks!
That triggered her, spurring deployment of The Hatchet Job, Misinfomation, and Idiocy Machines.
20:16:49
You've never cared about any of his doctor's appointments up to now. Oh wait, 2 months ago you began a new pattern. As Mom would say, Where did this new found love come from?
OH and you were told after Dad's AUG 17 appointment he was going to have a scope and told that dad wanted to wait until after his trip to Arkansas- you're [sic] victim card is getting worn out. - Neila
Ye gods, what a total bitch. So, did I start caring now or 2 months ago? Which is it? In her zeal to discredit me, she was tripping over her own feet right out of the gate. Such a sloppy, chaotic thinker.
I'd taken Dad to many health care appointments, two skin cancer surgeries, found him a dental plan and a new dentist that he loved, arranged and accompanied him for all his dental care, greatly lowered his costs, vastly improved his medication regimen, and overall was much involved in his health care for many years prior to that utterly preposterous message.
However, I ABSOLUTELY was not involved enough, enabling The Flozberks and their scumbag doctor to drug Dad on benzos for years, badly at odds with clinical standards, as he was sucked into a legal battle between Neila and John that Dad cited as the single biggest regret of his life. My allowing The Flozzies to take the lead in Dad's health care and not bothering to better scrutinize his medications was a disgraceful failure to that poor, dear man I'll never live down. Shame on me :(
The Flozberks habitually bear false witness by dishonorably abusing starkly absolute terms to slant language and create false reality. Words MEAN THINGS. That MATTERS (ouside of FlozWorld).
I called her silly ass out:
20:24:12
It's best to beware spectacular windbags who grossly misuse starkly absolute terms like "never" and "any". The simple fact that I've taken him to several of his appointments renders your idiotic statement NECESSARILY false.
You are a hilarious train wreck in almost every possible sense of the word and I truly look forward to taking you on face to face.
As for the scope, yes, I knew it was happening but had no idea when. I'm sorry if its confusing :).
Is John in jail yet? How much longer? LMAO!
Her reply was terse:
20:30:49
I'm scared.
So was mine, with a more in-depth shot soon following:
20:31:39
No, you're precious ;)
20:33:10
Is John in jail yet? You promised many times over he would be LONG ago and went off like a crazy lady on anyone who even hinted it might now (not) happen. Well? Where's the beef?!?!?!?
Unable to locate said beef, she merely replied:
20:47:19
No, I'm SCARED!
As one would think, she disregarded the other message. I do heartily concur with her confirmation that she is not precious.
So, What's this "Victim Card" Shit?
"Playing the victim card" is an idiomatic expression meaning one is fabricating victimhood in order to justify their own misdeeds, influence others, seek attention/sympathy, or diffuse responsibility. Saying my "victim card" is getting "worn out" clearly states that I'm a habitual offender.
What elicited that absurd assessment? One text in which I smart-assedly thanked The Sue Chef for actually sharing some info about Dad with us, Dad's co-caregivers.
This outrageous behavior is reminiscent of Princess Corn Log's unhinged claim that I was the "most dangerous type of narcissist" simply because I called out The Flozberks on how shabbily they were feeding Dad, explained how we approach the task, and offered to take over his post-surgical catering.
Poke these people and they just might up an' go clean off the fuckin' rails on ya, and that's not been limited to Neila and Tiffany. Aydin, Mutchie, Mom, John, and Ryan have all been known to exhibit that dismal behavior, each in their own interesting ways, in a jaw-dropping reign of terror dating back to the 1940s.
And, their victim cred is rockin'.
A Parade of Victims
Mutchie had such a spectacular victim complex that Mom nicknamed her "The Eternal Victim." I could write a book from the stories I've been told. Aydin was not big on taking responsibility for his actions and was an apex narcissist. Mom sat on the sofa and smoked for decades, then when her wheels fell off she'd lament that "somebody up there" didn't like her very much. John was never wrong. Never.
The Flozzies had a war over inherited assets with Reagan's siblings. It was all the others' faults, none theirs.
The Flozzies had a war over control and assets with Neila's brother. It was all his fault, none theirs.
The Flozzies had and have a battle over control and assets with me. It's all my fault, none theirs. Each time, they are the victims.
The Flozzies didn't pay their mortgage for several YEARS , then sued the lender and lost a series of appeals all the way to the state Supreme Court. They were the victims, essentially squatting in a nice house, year after year.
Insolvent Neila and Reagan worked for Langdon's car lot in sweetheart deal nepotism jobs and quickly became badly underpaid victims who "practically ran the place." Neither claim was remotely valid.
Early on his rap sheet, before it got jam-packed with more serious matters, Ryan was arrested twice for public intox. He was not intoxicated, they insist. He was the victim.
Tiffany got drunk off her ass, then fell down and scuffed herself up pretty good. She fell down because she was all tanked up, right? No. Someone fed her gluten. That's why she fell. She was a victim.
Ryan couldn't function in life. Mannatech's fault! He was a victim.
Yet I'm the one playing the ol' victim card, eh? Yeah. Sure. Gotcha.
Such behavior, this way of life, is something not much seen from me. Or Lisa. Or Dad, Or Reagan. Or Kay. Or Tony. Or Langdon. We just got swept up and dragged along for a hell of a ride on The Flozberk Express by Mom, Mutchie, Neila, John, and Tiffany.
I'm anti-victim card + accuracy and accountability fanatic. It's just that simple. The people I hang with would have oh-so-little tolerance or regard for a victim-cardy narcissist dipshit that it's an outright knee-slapper. Only The Flozberks see these pathologies in me. Their claims are the antithesis of my way of life and laughable to literally all who know me...except for them.
So, Who Are These “REAL Victims” of Whom You Write
The REAL victims are Dad and Reagan, deprived of serviceable wives far too early in their lives. One stuck with a self-destructive shut-in kook who eschewed basic wifely duties and the other with an obese loudmouth troublemaker-for-the-ages kook, their stories are tragic and life-consuming.
An old friend who found himself in a similar situation to Reagan's summed it up well:
My predicament really hit home doing laundry one normal day. Folding a pillowcase-sized pair of her panties, I realized they were over two feet across. Deep realization of what I already knew all too well knew waylaid me and I started sobbing, blowing my nose into the backside of the palatial Hanes beaver den. How did this happen???
The REAL victims are Ryan and Tiffany, who, combined, have shown the most anguish, misbehavior, idiocy, and dysfunction of any pair of siblings I've known and have actually regressed with age.
The REAL victims are Tasha, Bella, and a bitter litany of other poor dogs who had much diminished quality of life and/or death.
No matter what else happens, I (and Lisa) got away. Tony got away. Cyndi got away. Kay got away. The REAL victims are those who didn't get away and those who won't get away as The Flozberk Way rolls on.