In the grand tradition of the stage, playwrights have always been the unsparing chroniclers of human folly. They wield their quills like scalpels, slicing through the façades of power to reveal the festering rot within.
Among the most infamous of their subjects are those whose personalities ooze with the toxic cocktail we now term "malignant narcissism" — a delightful blend of Machiavellianism, narcissism, psychopathy, and antisocial behavior, all garnished with a paranoid outlook and a grandiose sense of self.
→ Read the entire commentary at In the Center Lane with Herb Paine on Substack
