You are right, they really cannot help themselves. Their own narcissism is their biggest downfall.
Finding out the identity of a primitive is usually as simple as a cup of coffee on a Saturday morning, and two hours of time.
I give you the example of the now-gone hippywife primitive, Mrs. Alfred Packer.
Her hippyhubby Wild Bill was convinced that franksolich was peeking in their windows, opening their mail, tapping their telephone and internet, flying overhead in a helicopter, watching them from the crossroads, hiding under their connubial bed, sitting at a table next to them, inquiring of the neighbors and law-enforcement about them, spying at them through a telescope, &c., &c., &c., and has since had it in for me.
This of course was utter nonsense; all I was doing--from a long distance away from northeastern Oklahoma, remember--was reading what hippywife was posting in the cooking and baking forum, nothing more than that.
