If you want to see a masterful portrayal of the hypocrite (which so many RASNs are – revilers, abusers, sociopaths, and narcissists) – read Charles Dickens’ “Martin Chuzzelwit.” In that book you will meet Mr. Pecksniff, whose name has become synonymous with the hypocrite. I really is quite remarkable how much insight Dickens had into the sinful human heart.
Here is just one of many incidents in Martin Chuzzelwit in which Pecksniff’s rank hypocrisy is laid out. The setting is toward the end of the book when Pecksniff’s lying, scheming hypocrisy has been exposed to all and Mr. Chuzzelwit rains a few blows upon the miserable creature before driving him out. In response, Pecksniff hardly misses a beat. With a forlorn, pity-seeking expression and tone, Pecksniff announces that he forgives Chuzzelwit and all who have so sorely wronged him. Many of you will recognize here what you have experienced. Your RASN telling everyone how he/she has been sooooo mistreated and yet, in their “saintliness,” they rise above it all and “forgive” –
Here Mr Pecksniff wiped his eyes again, and gave himself two or three little knocks upon the breast, as if he were answering two or three other little knocks from within, given by the tinkling hammer of his conscience, to express ‘Cheer up, my boy!’ ‘I know the human mind, although I trust it. That is my weakness. Do I not know, sir’—here he became exceedingly plaintive and was observed to glance towards Tom Pinch—’that my misfortunes bring this treatment on me? Do I not know, sir, that but for them I never should have heard what I have heard to-day? Do I not know that in the silence and the solitude of night, a little voice will whisper in your ear, Mr Chuzzlewit, “This was not well. This was not well, sir!”
Think of this, sir (if you will have the goodness), remote from the impulses of passion, and apart from the specialities, if I may use that strong remark, of prejudice. And if you ever contemplate the silent tomb, sir, which you will excuse me for entertaining some doubt of your doing, after the conduct into which you have allowed yourself to be betrayed this day; if you ever contemplate the silent tomb sir, think of me. If you find yourself approaching to the silent tomb, sir, think of me. If you should wish to have anything inscribed upon your silent tomb, sir, let it be, that I—ah, my remorseful sir! that I—the humble individual who has now the honour of reproaching you, forgave you. That I forgave you when my injuries were fresh, and when my bosom was newly wrung. It may be bitterness to you to hear it now, sir, but you will live to seek a consolation in it. May you find a consolation in it when you want it, sir! Good morning!’
Dickens, Charles. Martin Chuzzlewit (Illustrated, complete and with the original illustrations) . lci-eBooks. Kindle Edition.
Pity the RASN because, just let them tell you, it is THEY who have been wronged. And yet, so holy are they, that they pronounce their forgiveness upon you and all who have mistreated them.
It is just another, and very common, tactic of the enemy fired at the target to guilt and shame them and, as always, deny any wrongdoing on the part of Mr. Pecksniff and his kind.