The Ugliness of Villainy, Anomie, Turpitudy and the Sisters who were

Ding Dong the Witch is Dead.

The Wicked Witch is finally dead.

Ding Dong the Wicked Witch is dead.

Wake up, you sleepy head

Rub your eyes, get out of bed

Wake up the Wicked Witch is dead

She’s gone where the goblins go

Below, below, below, yo ho

Let’s open up and sing and ring the bells out

Ding Ding ‘the merry-oh

Sing it high, sing it low

Let them know the Wicked Witch is dead! (mm)

How?

The house fell on her.

Now.

What.

Her legacy lives on in the sisters, Villainy, Anomie, and Turpitudy. They will stop at nothing in order to get what they want, get what they think they want. Insidiously sad. Insidiously stupid. The tramata never ends and the sisters live on in infamy. They could have just asked nicely. But they didn’t. Instead they acted sneakily, advantageously and with a level of sugary, childish cruelty only befitting of their lineage of learned and earned behaviors.

Let me introduce you to the sinister sisters. Borne one way or another of the Wicked Witch.

The oldest is Villainy. The ring leader. The ring leader evil doer. Within her stilled a bombastic meanness that could not be tamed. Ironically was given so much time, attention and so called love to the depravity of others. A secret deal with the Wicked one herself. Rascality personified. Villainy was not petite-ly presenced. Was strong as an ox and as imposing as one can be. An infectious laugh that bellowed out loud when a humorous moment arose.

The next sister is Anomie. The beautiful sister. The beautiful one who never seemed to grasp the concept of right versus wrong. Even before life and circumstances would present challenges to her being. All the boys loved Anomie. And Anomie worked it. A lot. It was not easy to live in the shadow of Anomie’s adoring fans. Anomie exhibited the constant state of mind of a person who has no standards or sense of continuity or obligation. A rejector of social bonds unless there was something in it for her. Poor Anomie.

Lastly and youngest of the pack was Turpitudy. The runt. Turpitudy exhibited a special kind of wickedness. Transgressing the laws of community and family in the interest of—herself. Sinking to a state of low moral standards in order to stick it to another. One of Turpitudy’s favorite places was to be, to breathe the air in the atmosphere of the misery of another person. Vengence was the name of the game in Turpitudy’s world. A physically beautiful girl in her own right. Didn’t work it in the same way as Anomie. Worked it in a different, facade-ily.

Sad. But. True.

Doesn’t it then make perfect sense to go running and screaming away from the four of them? Unfortunately, sometimes life does not allow an “open door policy” to run out of on a whim. Lifelong hard work was the tallest order. To not practice the way they practiced the habits and lies of the Wicked Witch.

The ugliness of Villainy, Anomie and Turpitudy lied in their lies. And there were many. Lies. Inabilities to tell the truth. Almost pathologically at times. Lies of omissions. Lies of exclusion.Secrets upon secrets upon secrets.

It was their “modus operandi”. Family of origin is hardly describable when trying not to sink into the depths of the low. When the freedom to walk out the front door presented itself, it was still difficult. Leaving all of the misbehavior behind is fraught with a sticky stuck ness of cling-on yuck.

The four of them made quite a team. They would devour one another if they could. Insidiously however, their awareness of one another’s faults was the spicey nugget that kept them going back at each other for more. Keep the keep. Keep the insidious narrative going in order to feed off of it as well.

Vulnerability can easily be chewed. Chewed up. And spit out. As sometimes sisters may do, step-sister or other wise, in-law or otherwise, cousinly or otherwise, the “let’s be friends” throw you under the bus mentality, the “modus operandi”.

The plan: Infiltration of the most intimate of other person’s situations with the intent to destroy. I don’t recommend this. Ever. Implementation was their course, of course.

There is far too much angst to go around already. But the sisters were good at taking what was not theirs while presenting half of the story, while reliance on vulnerability ruled their “club”.

One may want to give them props. For their efforts. I just gave a lot of tears for lack of acceptance. Into their “club”. The problem was their victim-minded mentality that they were owed something.

When the Wicked Witch was mad. Watch the heck out. Villainy never had to worry. Her relationship with the Witch was rock solid. Secrets and all. Spousal exclusion to boot. Anomie had a little different method. People, men especially were to be eaten alive- like popcorn. She, herself, was so delicious. The Wicked Witch and Anomie were really two peas in a pod. The never ending suitors did not even mind to wait for her to be finished with bachelor number whatever. And poor little Turpitudy. Turpitudy’s excuses ranged from “being the youngest” to verbally admitting she will be selfish because she deserves to be. And she was most like the Wicked Witch. Although she would not outwardly admit it. Too much to lose.

A whirlwind of fun in the sun with these gals. Attempts to fit in were short lived and temporary. It was exhausting. They were exhausting. And. To get on the bad side of one of the sisters was to be on the bad side of all of the sisters.

Oftentimes wandered around the house (the one that landed on and killed the Wicked Witch) looking for a friend. Unless I played it their way. No entrance into the Club of Deceipt and Deception. Hey. I was a kid. Who knew?

Villainey, Anomie and Turpitudy were so good at what they did, they did not even bat an eye. Except of course, Anomie, the beautiful one. Bat her eyes-a lot. And the suitors came a runnin’.

Maybe I was jealous of their chick click, their brains for drain, and the methods of their madness. Sometimes, and especially with Villainy, Anomie and Turpitudy, females, vie to scratch the eyes out of another female for the one they thinks drives the meal ticket to them the quickest, fastest and without delay. The ultimate cat and mouse game. Yum. Yum.

The hunting behavior of Villainy, Anomie, and Turpitudy has not ceased or desisted either. Still preying to play. Their instinctive imperative to ensure that their prey is weak enough to be killed. Without endangering themselves, of course.

The endless, never ending end game. What to do. Run and scream and hide. As fast as you can. Away from their methods of madness. To hurt. To maim. Seems to me Villainy, Anomie and Turpitudy selfishishly exceed their own expectations. Of what they think they are “owed”. The Wicked Witch is alive and well in them. With no signs of stopping any time soon.

Sinister sisters do that. Never change. Stay their course. No remorse. No recourse. Same old story. Of course.