Continuing Our Stroll Through Political Psychology (posted 10/8/25)

In previous columns I discussed projection and habituation.  Today’s psychological topic is learned helplessness, which can be seen as a negative and maladaptive type of habituation.  It is a state that results when a people’s past experiences teach them that their decisions cannot change their situation, so they adopt a helpless passivity.

The concept originated in some very depressing animal experiments, which I don’t like to think about, since I like most dogs more than many people.  The short version is that dogs in a partitioned cage were given electric shocks that affected both sides of the cage, so that moving to the other side wouldn’t help.  After enough of that, even when the other side of the cage was not electrified, the dogs wouldn’t attempt to move in order to escape the shocks. 

What does that teach us, other than that some psychologists should be put in cages and randomly shocked?

Heartbreakingly, once the dogs learned that their decisions made no difference, their will was broken, and though they could easily escape the shocks by crossing the cage, they would no longer take those simple steps. 

Clear similarities to human behavior abound.  Sometimes external forces can push people toward learned helplessness.  A society that is racist or sexist or religiously bigoted can tell you that nobody of your race or gender or religion can ever get an education, or be financially successful, or amount to much.   Bad or abusive parents or spouses can tell you that you’re stupid or worthless.  Many people give up after they are told that – and experience that – often enough.

Sometimes internal forces can do the same.  An instinctively pessimistic person will look for obstacles and problems rather than opportunities or solutions, and you tend to find or notice what you are looking for.  Since there are always plenty of obstacles around – and plenty of people to agree that they cannot be overcome (or just that YOU cannot overcome them) – it can be very easy to hunker down and stop trying.  

Self-sabotaging behavior creates a self-fulfilling prophecy, which then reinforces the pessimism and helplessness.  If I tell myself I’m the kind of dummy who doesn’t do well in school, I don’t study very much (because what’s the use?), and then I fail the test.  Which proves that I’m stupid and destined to drop out. 

The end result is often depression, substance abuse, and a self-reinforcing spiral of negativity and failure.  As I once heard a fellow Midwesterner say of someone in this condition, “He’s got a lot of quit in him.”

The best path out of learned helplessness usually involves a combination of strategies to create positive habits.  Cognitive therapy can help, as can setting defined goals, become more consciously grateful, and learning to be more optimistic.  (There’s a reason CO started a site focusing on optimism!) 

As a Christian, I also find that it helps to meditate on the fact that God made me in His image.  So I have that going for me!

It also helps to think about inspiring people who overcame negative circumstances.  Take JD Vance, for example.  His early life had “learned helplessness” written all over it: absent dad, addict mom, raised by eccentric grandparents in Appalachian poverty, the deck stacked against him six ways to Sunday.

Never did the phrase “white privilege” sound so hollow and ridiculous.  (Spoiler alert: it usually is, especially when being wildly exaggerated by naïve elitists who’ve never been within 100 miles of a holler or a trailer court.)

What picture of himself would society paint for a young JD?  Toothless hick, Hillbilly, white trash.  Bound for a life of coal mining or a Dollar Store or prison, with stops at bar fights and corn-liquor-involved DUIs along the way. 

(By the way, racial slurs are supposed to be bad, right?  But can you think of a more insultingly dehumanizing term than “white trash?”  Anybody in polite society would sooner cut their own tongue out than be caught using the N word, but you can call poor whitey “trash” in any faculty lounge or posh dinner party, safe in the knowledge that you’ll get knowing nods or condescending smiles all around.)  

So what does all of this have to do with my usual focus on politics and culture?  A lot actually.  Learned helplessness is devastating to individuals, but it can be very useful to politicians. Especially if those politicians are leftists, skilled at inculcating and profiting from the anger, pessimism, and depression of most lefties.

(Side-bar, chicken-and-egg question:  Does leftism make people depressed and angry, or are depressed and angry people naturally drawn to leftism?  Discuss amongst yourselves.)

Such leftist pols cleverly set up an ecosystem of identity politics in which the most valuable currency is victim status.   (“Victim” is practically a synonym for someone with learned helplessness.)  Then they set about trying to convince voters that they are all powerless victims trapped in a cage built by evil conservatives, even as they themselves are the mad scientists conducting a heartless political experiment.

They see some black and brown people, and they hit them with a relentless sequence of rhetorical “shocks” to teach them to see themselves as impotent:  Amerikkka is a racist society, built on slavery and stolen land and immigrant labor.  The leading cause of death for black men is being shot by white cops while unarmed and black, and for brown people it’s being “disappeared” by Gestapo ICE agents.  The white power structure has been keeping you down for 400 years, and it’s never going to stop.    

They see women and they pull out the verbal cattle prods: The patriarchy has been brutally oppressing women for 4000 years.  Sexism is in the air you breathe and the language you speak, and men want to force you all into handmaid costumes.  All heterosexual sex is rape, and it’s called “the battle of the sexes” because brutish men are going to fight you to the death, and beat you if you don’t submit.

They see poor people and they attach the connected electrodes of communism and socialism to their cage: Capitalism is the evil force beneath all of your troubles, and capitalists are voracious slave-masters who will exploit you for their bloodthirsty greed and profits until you are worked to death in their infernal mills, factories, and cubicles.

They see sexual eccentrics and they attach the electrified nipple clamps of gender re-education: All of those hetero-normative cisgender bullies want you to conform to their Aryan beauty standards and engage only in pregnancy-producing sex in the missionary position because their small, bigoted minds can’t appreciate the appeal of your many piercings and body-modifications, your unidentifiable genitalia, and your erotic squirrel and raccoon outfits.  They prudishly refuse to accept that you can be healthy at any weight, and want to body shame you out of their ignorance of how good transgressive sex can be, especially when it requires the deployment of a forklift and a complicated system of chains and pulleys to lower you onto each other.

Okay, sorry about that “nipple clamps” thing and that last image.  Got a little carried away there, and it’s too late for a trigger warning.  So mea culpa.

Anyway, you can see the results in the generational dependence among those who have listened to the left’s siren song.  They’ve been in that cage for a long time, and they’ve learned that they can’t get themselves out.  They get their housing, their food, their education, their health care, and their spending money from the government, and they’ll crawl over broken glass to vote for the party who promises to keep taking care of them in their box.    

You can also see it in the mostly younger people – whose depression has turned into anger – in the nihilistic riots of Antifa and BLM, and in the pro-Hamas thugs on campuses, and in the murderers of Charlie Kirk, and of the Christian kids in Nashville and Minneapolis. The armies of the left have been miseducated in thousands of Skinner Boxes on campuses and chatrooms, and they’ve internalized all the wrong lessons.

They see America, capitalism, free markets, stable families, and the Judeo-Christian West as oppressive forces.  They see themselves as oppressed victims, powerless in the face of a threatening, fascist omni-enemy, cowering in the corner of a small box…

Until some manipulative, authoritarian leftist leaders come forward and promise them a way out, and a moral crusade that directs their anger at a demonized enemy, and recasts their insurrectionist violence as a noble, anti-Nazi “Resistance.”

They don’t have to feel guilty when they’re assaulting cops and shooting at ICE agents who are just doing their jobs, enforcing our democratically passed laws, and wanting to go home to their families at the end of each day.  Because they’re ACTUALLY bravely stopping the Gestapo from rounding up and killing salt-of-the-earth, undocumented Americans.  

Meanwhile, we conservatives are offering them a very different way out of the Skinner Box they have been manipulated into.  We’re telling them the truth, that America is not a capitalist dictatorship, and that there is no white, patriarchal “system” that is hell-bent on keeping them down.  That this is still a land of opportunity, and that their fate is in their hands.

We’re trying to show them that the left has lied to them about the cage they’re in, and that it’s not really electrified, and that the door is open.  They can walk out any time they want, and breathe the free air, and take advantage of the possibilities and opportunities all around them. 

We’re praying that they’ll do it, for their own good, and for America’s.       

Hopefully in time for the mid-terms.  

Hamas and Trantifa delenda est!

Welcome to Psychology Corner, with Dr. Simpson (posted 10/5/25)

In a continuing series of columns featuring psychological themes, today’s topic is habituation – the process by which an organism decreases its response to any stimulus after repeated or constant exposure.

Disclaimer: I’m not a real doctor.  Unless you consider “Dr.” Jill Biden a real doctor, in which case I am the wisest, most esteemed doctor in the world, by comparison.  If you’d like to review my extensive experience with psychology, you can read my column from last Friday, now up at Martinsimpsonwriting.com.  (Summary: I’ve watched Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting and several episodes of Frasier, and I dated a few crazy young women in college – alcohol and some deceptive attractiveness was involved – before I met my smokeshow wife in grad school and became the paragon of mental health that you see before you.)

Where was I?  Oh yeah.     

Like most psychological phenomena, habituation is often functional, helping one to navigate through daily life.   For example, if you couldn’t “tune out” a loud air conditioner in your room, you’d go crazy.  If you’re in a stuffy apartment, or standing near flatulent Fang-Fang-banger Eric Swalwell, going “nose blind” to bad odors is a good thing. 

I experienced habituation from a very young age.  When I was a kid, we moved to a house that backed up to railroad tracks – the Simpsons were never far from being in a country song, as regular readers may remember from Uncle Bob’s wild ride driving a tractor with flaming tires out of a smoking barn a few months ago. 

Anyway, dad parlayed his great real estate instincts into buying a house with a train track in the back yard, and as it happened, a train came through every night at about 2 in the morning.

Because of course it did.

For the first week there, I woke up every night.  Within a month, the train never woke me up again.  

It’s a flexible phenomenon.  Big city dwellers are habituated to street noises and ambulances.  If they’re living in a one-party, Democrat-run city, they are quickly able to block out constant gunshots and pained screams of, “I’m dying!  Why do we keep voting for this sh*t?!  F**k Pritzker!” followed by agonized death rattles. 

Put that same urbanite in a rural setting – if he manages to get out past the feral violent mobs bred by leftist crime policies – and the quiet will keep him awake all night.

But sometimes, habituation becomes a dysfunctional strategy; people get used to negative circumstances, and come to accept them as normal.  When I was a kid, almost all the adults I knew smoked, and so did everyone in the movies, so when my parents gave us candy cigarettes as treats, we thought nothing of it. 

I’m not making that up, you youngsters who don’t know how good you have it, and won’t stay off my lawn.  We’d get little white candy sticks with a red tip on them, and we’d pretend to smoke them, as we prepared for an adult life of looking very cool, and then having a lung removed. 

We were habituated.

Today, poor benighted souls who live in Dem-run cities drive past miles of filthy tents, walk past hundreds of supine junkies, and hop over mounds of dirty syringes that they don’t really see.  They walk through wisps of vomit smells and clouds of slightly dissipated urine stench that they don’t really smell.  And to them, that’s just a normal Tuesday.   

They’re habituated to leftist rule.    

I thought about habituation when I saw Pete Hegseth’s speech to the assembled military brass last week.  Strong militaries thrive on functional, positive habituation.  Quality training and discipline teaches soldiers to heighten their situational awareness, while at the same time shutting out negative distractions like fatigue, pain, and emotional stress. 

Under our previous Cadaver in Chief (and several administrations before his), many elements of our military had become habituated to maladaptive behavior patterns.  Bureaucrats and social justice warriors in uniform undertook idiotic pursuits such as understanding white rage, promoting DEI, and encouraging LGBTQ recruits to join, and focused more on fetishes than fighting.  They produced recruiting videos featuring soldiers in drag, and others with a “the corporal has two mommies” theme.

They emphasized privates, more than training privates, and corporals, and sergeants.

When Hegseth came in, all service branches had been missing their recruiting goals for quite some time.  Unexpectedly!  And he has the tough job of re-habituating some of our military personnel. 

He pledged to rip out the politics, and to focus on high standards that everyone would have to meet.  “No more identity months, DEI offices, dudes in dresses, no more climate change worship, no more division, distraction, or gender delusions, no more debris….We are done with that sh*t.” 

In what a good psychologist might consider a rough translation of the kind of cognitive behavioral therapy needed to counter-act negative habituation, Hegseth said, “It’s nearly impossible to change a culture with the same people who helped create or even benefited from that culture…. An entire generation of generals and admirals were told that they must parrot the insane fallacy that, ‘our diversity is our strength.’  Of course, we know our unity is our strength.”

If you haven’t read the transcript of his speech, you owe it to yourself to do so, because it was such a bracing dose of the truth, and a roadmap to a renewed, functional military, after years of watered-down social experimentation.

Hegseth has only been in his position for 8 months, but all of the services have already reached their yearly recruiting goals.  Unexpectedly!  

Because it’s Monday, I thought I’d leave you with a couple of feel-good news stories to start your week.

It’s been fun watching the good guys start winning again in Portland and Chicago, as Trump has deployed some National Guard troops in to protect ICE agents and facilities against the violent hoards of “mostly peaceful” protestors.  Once again, the Dems have jumped onto the “10” side of a 90/10 issue.

I can’t see this ending well for them, because video is coming in daily, and showing who the good guys and the bad guys are.  And that’s going to be an easy call for most Americans.

When the antifa thugs surrounded and rammed an ICE vehicle in Chicago, agents shot Miramar Martinez, an evil hag with a history of doxxing federal agents and inciting violence against them.  Tragically, she survived the shooting, but was later arrested at a nearby hospital she had driven to for treatment. 

One of the other drivers in the attack, Anthony Ruiz, was also arrested.  Looking at his and Miramar’s mug shots puts you in mind of a dumber and less charismatic Charlie Manson and one of his homelier groupies. 

Meanwhile, in Portland another antifa idiot got a little hilarious justice, but hopefully has a lot more coming to him. Or possibly her. 

Let’s just go with “it.” 

It’s a weirdo named Seth Todd, who identifies itself online as Apollo Toad, “just a lil gay non-binary toad and proud Antifa terrorist.”  (Wait ‘til it finds out from leading Democrats that Antifa doesn’t exist, and is just an idea!)  Todd’s pic looks like either an effeminate dude or a unsettlingly butch gal; either way, you can understand why it attends protest events dressed in an inflated frog costume.

(Let’s just say that there are no princes, or princesses, or pronoun-less prince-adjacent creatures lining up to kiss this frog.) (The judges would also have accepted, “This is one froggy that’s not likely to go a-courtin’.”  Or at least not successfully.)

So Todd is toddling around outside the ICE facility with a clot of other miscreants and ne’er-do-wells and wastes of their parents’ tuition money, when a cop notices that the back of the frog costume contains a round vent with a fan drawing air into it.  So the cop gives the air vent a very hearty shot of pepper spray.

And in about three seconds, that frog started hopping like it’d never hopped before! 

I can only hope that an hour later – it’s eyes still burning and the frog costume ruined – it finally made it back to where it had parked.  Only to find that it’s car had been…wait for it… toad!

I’m here all week, people.  Happy Monday!    

Hamas and Trantifa delenda est!

Psychology Corner, + A Jihadi Named “Jihad” Can’t Stab His Way Out of Trouble (posted 10/4/25)

When I first got to college, and before I embarked on the lucrative path of majoring in English, I briefly considered majoring in psychology.  Until I learned that most psych majors – and virtually all psych professors – were as crazy as outhouse rodentia. 

That’s been my “lived experience,” anyway.

But I’ve still retained a fascination with the way the mind works, and various psychological phenomena.  My forays into thinking about politics quickly showed me how much cross-influencing goes on between psychology and politics.  (And I’m not just referring to the way that political extremists of various stripes all seem to be primarily an amalgam of various psychological dysfunctions.)

Of course I’m biased, and think that conservatives as a group are generally mentally healthier than leftists, mostly because operating with the truth at your back is a lot more conducive to life success than swimming upstream against truth, normality and the way our Maker set things up.

(Sometime soon I’m going to write about happiness studies that consistently find that conservatives are much happier than leftists.  Even though my first instinct was that such studies should be gathered in a volume called, “Duh!: A Collection of Studies Proving Things that Everybody Already Knows,” the details proved interesting, IMHO.)

After taking a few classes and reading around a lot, I think I can recognize many psychological maladies common on the left.  I’ll save some for future columns, but for now, here are two that come to mind:

1. Projection, the tendency to criticize your opponents for behavior that you actually display, is a big one.  The entire left is a pack of Pavlov’s dogs when it comes to accusing us of doing exactly what they actually do.

The most virulent whitey-haters you’ve ever seen are constantly calling us “racists” for saying such offensive things as, “Can we just stop fixating on race, and judge one another by the content of our character and not the color of our skin?”     

The same group of miscreants who spent four years using the FBI, CIA, DOJ, KGB, IRS and the Fish and Wildlife Service to go after Trump in an illegitimate effort to bankrupt him and cause him to die in jail, are now hollering “YOU’RE WEAPONIZING THE GOVERNMENT!” because the GOP is investigating Pencil-Neck Schiff and Joe Biden’s autopen.

The cabal of censors who kicked Trump off of all social media, and canceled anybody who suggested that masks might not stop covid and men can’t become women are screeching about “FREE SPEECH!” because Disney took Jimmy Kimmel’s unfunny screech-fest off the air for a few days.

The excuse-making, riot-justifying leftists who have created a permission structure for the 95% of political violence that comes from their side is clutching their pearls over the “tidal wave of right-wing violence” that is as real as Wakanda, Jasmine Crockett’s tough childhood in the ghetto, and Grandma Squanto’s full-blood Commanche maw-maw.  (#wemustneverstopmockingher)

And never forget: NOBODY IS ABOVE THE LAW!  (except for Creepy Comey, Letitia James, Tony Fauci, Lisa Cook, Hillary Clinton, Hunter Biden…)

2. This one’s a throw-away, and you’d think it would be beneath me, unless you’ve read my columns before.  But it’s one of Freud’s most controversial diagnoses: p*nis envy. 

As a college kid, I thought this one was hilarious, probably cause of an argument I saw a friend have with his girlfriend – alcohol was involved – in which he suggested that she was suffering from PE.  (Life lesson learned, vicariously: don’t offer that diagnosis to a lady unless you’ve taken a few steps back and covered your crotch with both hands first, especially if your reflexes have been slowed by a pitcher of beer.)

I wasn’t impressed by Freud, and I didn’t think PE was even a thing.  But then I saw the White Guys for Kamala… and I started looking around.  And saw Ken-Doll Newsom.  And Lil’ Davy Hogg, and Cryin’ Adam Kinzinger.   

And I thought hey, maybe Freud wasn’t wrong about EVERYthing.  But he missed one important detail, since he thought PE was a condition affecting females.  But at least when it comes to Dems, I’m not seeing it.  Because their women…don’t seem the slightest bit interested.

Michelle Obama, on the other hand, seems quite happy with hers.  So…

Okay.  If this is the first column of mine that you’ve read, right about now you might be saying to yourself, “This guy is hard to figure out.  Is he a borderline smart dumb guy, or a very dumb smart guy?  I mean, he used ‘rodentia’ correctly…but then the juvenile p*enis jokes?  What gives?” 

If that’s what you are thinking, watch me pull out of this skid by turning to one of my strong suits, which is foreign policy and international diplomacy.

For that we’ll go across the pond to England, where, since it was just Yom Kippur, there was a knife attack outside a synagogue in Manchester.  (Unexpectedly!) The murderer has been identified, and you’ll never guess which violent, Jew-hating religion he hails from.  (And if you said, “Mamdani-ism” or “Ilhan-Omarian,” or “Democrat,” you get half-credit.)

Here’s a clue.  His name, which I swear to you I am not making up, is “Jihad Al-Shamie.”  My Arabic is a little rusty, but I think that translates to, “Jihadi the Shameful.” 

Fortunately, Mr. Shameful has now been given the new middle name of “ex-“ because British cops arrived and helped him win the mosque-temperature challenge.  When the Bobbies got there, he’d stabbed at least five people, killing two, and was in the process of trying to stab a window to get into the synagogue. 

You read that correctly.  He was stabbing a window. 

Because for shameful jihadis, the answer to every question about how to behave in any given situation is always the same: stab!  Stab your way into every problem, and then stab your way back out.  If at first you don’t succeed, stab, stab again.  Stab outside the box. Stab a cold, stab a fever.  When in doubt, get to stabbin’.     

Which actually works pretty well if you’re practicing jihad in a Dem-run crime-ridden American city, where after your mass stabbing attack you’ll likely be confronted by a social worker with an armful of good intentions and a notebook full of phony gender pronouns. 

And THAT’S a situation from which you can definitely stab your way out.

Unfortunately for Stabby McShameful, the British cops who showed up were the rare ones who bring guns to a stab-fight.  As a NY Post story put it, “[The cops] gave him a couple of warnings, he didn’t listen, so they opened fire.  He started getting back up, and they shot him again.”

YES!  Cracking job, guv’ner!  Or whatever the few native Britons say in such an instance. (As best I can tell from recent reports, what they mostly say in London lately is, “Allahu akbar!”)

In other news of the Jews, I was glad to see Trump’s Peace Plan for Gaza.  It’s not the Simpson Peace Plan for Gaza, which I’ve cribbed from the Manchester plan: “Give them a couple of warnings, and when they don’t listen, open fire.  If they get back up, shoot them again.”

And I’m not glad to see it because I think it will bring peace to Gaza.  But step one is for Hamas to release all the hostages and surrender, which Hamas will never do.  (Because: Hamas!) 

When Hamas refuses, the Trump plan skips the rest of the steps and goes straight to the last step (which, if anybody had asked me, should have been the first step): Cry havoc, and let the IDF off the leash to mow through the terrorists the way JB Pritzker, Michael Moore and Rosie O’Donnell mow through a 40-foot-long, food-laden table at the International House of Pancakes.

And lo and behold, no sooner had I finished the shameful Jihadi story in the NY Post, than I saw another story about Hamas’ top military leader in Gaza, a dullard named Ezz al-Din al-Hadad.  (Arabic translation: “A waste of two hyphens.”)

Of course, “top military leader in Gaza” isn’t what it used to be, since the top six layers of military leadership in Gaza are gone, having been on the receiving end of the ol’ “kosher ka-boom” in the last couple of years.

So now they’re down to Ezzy al-Osbourne, who used to clean the latrines and manage the goat brothel for Hamas.  By the way, his picture in that story pretty much debunks the “Gazans are starving” narrative, all by itself.  Ironically enough for a Muslim, he looks a little…porky.

Anyway, he’s already calling for Hamas to reject Trump’s plan, because he wants to keep fighting. Perfect!  Bibi will give his guys a short speech which amounts to whatever is Hebrew for, “Saddle up!” 

And then Izzy can assemble his arsenal of stabbing implements and weapons-grade body odor, and the IDF can gather their war planes, tanks, drones, Uzis and big-arse Desert Eagle pistols.  

Annnndddd…then Ezzy will get to join Hasan Nasrallah and Yahya Sinwar in whichever circle of hell where all the rectal pitch-forking goes on. 

Hamas and Trantifa delenda est!