The Bad Seed
I apologize to my readers for even bringing this subject up, but it's something which will unfortunately recur in the future, and I need some kind of "canned answer" publicly available, to which inquiries may be referred.
I have two living brothers, one of whom is an embittered and viciously spiteful man, the other of whom is as crazy as a shithouse rat and has been since he was about six years old. I'm talking Jewish child psychiatrists, medication, psychotic episodes of violence and destruction, and the avoidance of institutionalization by a gnat's hair.
About a year ago, one of my brothers launched a vicious and egregious personal attack on me in a certain media organ. He gave an interview which, to be frank, revealed far more about him than it did about me. For almost a year I took the high road and I ignored it, like I'm always told I should do by my many Dutch Uncles.
I should state in the interests of accuracy that I have suffered no detectable ill effects from my brother's disgraceful behavior. Those who know me have ignored it, and those who don't are indifferent. However, this interview with my brother has now apparently been permanently added to the enemy's propaganda arsenal in an attempt to discredit my ideas by making false assertions about me personally, as one would expect from people of the sort we're dealing with. This is who our enemies are. It is what they do.
Another reason I have said nothing over the past year is that I cannot refute what my brother says about me. No, I mean really. I cannot refute it, because it's impossible to prove a negative, and especially impossible to prove a 40 year-old negative. This, of course, is why my brother's personal and public assault on me was so carefully designed and worded in the way it was. How the hell am I supposed to prove that something did not happen in 1969?
My other brother has also participated in these public personal attacks on me in the media down through the years, and has recently repeated his accusation that I am "schizophrenic," a word whose correct clinical usage he has more reason than most to understand.
I can only respond by stating this once, for the record, that my brothers' assertions about me are false, and that they are both quite well aware of the fact.
I left home to join the United States army at the age of 17. Prior to that, my childhood is something I have spent the past 38 years trying to forget. The temptation for me to expound on that topic, literally at book length, is something I have resisted in the past and will continue to resist. As cathartic as it would be for me to sit down and pound the whole filthy story out on my keyboard and then self-publish it on the web or in book form, for me to do so would lack class. As cliche as this sounds, it would lower me to their level and make me no better than them or our late father. I do not care to wallow in the mud with those two pernicious vermin.
However, I can't resist making one brief and general reference to the events of the years 1970 and 1971.
On one occasion my intervention with his teacher saved the vicious brother from being suspended or expelled from school over the theft of a camera, also avoiding subsequent retaliation at home which would likely have been brutal. On another occasion I probably saved my other brother's life by forcibly preventing him from being beaten to death by our father. Their hateful fabrications to the contrary, I in fact spent a large portion of that part of my life preventing my young brothers from being harmed in various ways by a psychopath.
It is as Oscar Wilde once said: "No good deed ever goes unpunished."