Revenge. It has to be about healing. But healing requires justice. And they're mad at me. Because I'm not perfect. Because I know their playbook. I know their secrets. I was thier buddy. And should I become credible before they shut me up... they could be arrested. The whole lot of them.
Translate
Friday, May 23, 2025
Technically...
And yet...
The bystander Effect
I remember studying the bystander effect in school. A woman was murdered. Multiple witnesses. No one did shit to stop it. They stood by. Listened to her scream. Let the guy murder her. Because thats what we do. Complacency. We let people murder.
I guess the counter to that would be the Misunderstander or Busybody Effect. People that get involved in things they have no business being involved in. But hopefully I've thrown off the scent for the Force medicators and the busybody perfectionists.
At the End of the day...
Meanwhile...
In case you havent been keeping up...
European Jokes
I found some jokes about Europe.
What's the difference between Swedes and Finns? The Swedes have nice neighbors.
Recollection of an Old Joke
In Hell...
The British would be the cooks.
The Italians would be the police
The Germans would be the social workers
The Russians would be in marketing
The Spanish would be the military.
The French would be customer service
The Greeks would be housed with the Turks
Why wasn't Jesus born in Belgium?
God couldn't find 3 wise men in Belgium.
Sorting
Let's see. Social workers...
Music Therapy
People wonder why I need music. It's because I know things. In Greenville County. In Belmont, MA. A few small repairs.
My Own Prison
Cumbersome
I believe
Little Talks
What's Going On?
Just For
What's this Life For
Zombie
You Oughta Know
Eulogy
Sober Pink, Tool
Only Happy When it Rains
Valjean Arrested/Valjean Forgiven
Everything I Own
Who Knew
Whatya ya want from me
BOSTON
Hey Jealousy
Fast Car
Just Give me a Reason
Release Me
Yesterday
Counting on You.
Doctors and Bipolar Bullshit
Do not go back to that Gentle Table...
Rage, Rage, against the submission to the overlords.
Maybe not all of South Carolina needs protection from toxic masculinity. Maybe it really is just me. But the end of bipolar and this medicalized perfection shit doesn't have to be ugly. I have to take George's advice. Bipolar dies when I let it die. It stops haunting me when I let it go. Clozaril stops being "my medicine" when I make it obvious that it's not necessary. I do have a few lawsuits to file. But that needs to wait. Because I'm one person. And the state of South Carolina and the FDA have a lot on their plate. And Clozaril is out of date. It's not used much anymore. It's long out of patent. So, doctors just need to be intelligent, use other options. I'll just have to trust that the doctors of South Carolina find their wisdom and their humanity and stop treating people like science experiments. Then they won't have to sue anyone. Their health can be just fine. But we got here together. I was taught this bullshit as a minor. Now I have a few small repairs. I need people to back off Angry, while Angry changes a few legal names and etc. I'll have to visit my Social Security friends... oh they just loooooooooove me... But let's not be stupid. I don't want to have to file reports. A few small repairs. Then I can be kind and less delusional. After the Bullshit stops, we can all sit down.
Thursday, May 22, 2025
I keep coming back to...
I can't go back to the past. My body is not what it used to be. I can't keep shooting for the moon. I have to let go. move on. Stand alone. Smaller goals. My memory is not... cohesive. I remember. I can't recall. But I've got plenty of help. They won't let me down.
Future
I don't know where the future goes. I just know it can't be like the past. I have to think about the good eggs. I'm trying to think of the good people. The people in the middle. I have a lot of thinking to do. Things to do, people to sue. Potentially. That's why I need to think. Not something you do lightly. I have to think about what's best and what's necessary. Keep people safe. From God complexes with rx pads. Anyways, just by staying alive, I warn people about liberal medicine. So I'm going to be quiet for a while. Just post, medical, mind my own business... catch up with friends, take a vacation from perfectly irredeemable. I'm trying for the middle. Just ok.
Past Reflections
-
The full strength of the storm had set itself against me and I had prevailed. In all honesty, it was not even a proper mountain, merely a gl...
-
The voice on the phone was familiar to him and still talking, but he had stopped listening several minutes ago. She obviously didn't...
-
For Ashes, life was always about the spark. The hard part was avoiding a wild fire. With the spark, everything was meaningless. But after a ...
-
I have lost my way before, it's true. I have retreated into the distance, pulling back from the world in pursuit of shelter from the sto...
-
I can honestly say I never understood the world. I was naïve. The people around me told me I had to change, to be like them. I wanted to, bu...