Posted on 04/15/2013 8:28:25 AM PDT by neverdem
I have mental problems. Liberals drive me insane.
Pharmaceutical companies advertise “prescription-only” psychotropic drugs like candy on TV and in magazines. Patients then come to their doctors asking about a drug that can help their “depression” or “anxiety”, (typically nothing more than a normal bad mood) and the doctors happily oblige by giving the patient a fake diagnosis and a prescription.
Sounds like me, brother. I cannot to this day handle anything more complicated than long division. I only had Latin in High School. It was only as an adult that I discovered that I had a talent for languages
Wow.
I'm no longer the only one in the U.S. to be convinced of that?
I've been saying that for ten years.
Could we have gotten to such a dystopic social condition without widespread certifiable insanity?
Regardless of whether imbecility and glorified ignorance has become the new "normal," the old normals will have to rise and deal with the cancer. It's all a matter of time.
The new Catch 22?
I had a stroke on January 11 of this year. I’m out of hospital and have completed outpaitient therapy. While I was in the hospital, the medical people decided that I was depressed. I think that I had a good reason to feel a little down.
Anyway so now I’d been labeled and proscribed ritlin which
turns out to be legal meth. I hate the stuff, it mess up
my naptime. I do not take it at home unless my hubby makes me.
Catch .22LR
The beauty of it is that if most remaining normals which happens to coincide with people employed and earning a living in productive work (non-governmental 'work'), in short, the "makers" go on an open-ended strike and refuse to go to work, refuse to buy anything, including food.
The bloodless revolution. ONE month of that and the "takers," the parasites of the system will force our dystopic so-called leaders to fold.
Compute what 1/12 of 1.3 trillion$ is...
What are they gonna do? send Obama's brownshirts to force us all at gunpoint, to drive us to work? to spend money?
It’s funny how that works, isn’t it?
I did not pass a single math course until I got a C in some class because I’m sure they didn’t want to flunk me. I had to go to summer school, my mom spent months trying to teach me herself, using flash cards and times tables. What a wonderful woman she was to me.
At one point, I had an ex-nun who tutored me for several years in Yokosuka as a favor to my mom (She and my mom were friends) I used to go over to her apartment all the time, and she came to my house. Did me absolutely no good.
When I lived in Subic Bay as a kid, my parents hired a sailor to tutor me. He was a really nice guy, but I would just put my head on my forearms and stare at the desktop. I feel regret that I was that way with him, but you can’t change the past.
When I joined the Navy, and decided that it was not a career for me, I knew if I wanted to get into any scientific field, I had to learn math. Fortunately for me, I met up with a guy named Jerry Wouters when I was in VA-46 on the USS JFK.
I had been doing very well, advancing in rank and responsibility until on my last cruise, I had made 2nd class and was a flight deck troubleshooter, and they assigned me to work on a special project with this guy.
He worked for Detroit Diesel Allison, and his company had made a bunch of small modifications to the TF-41 engines in our A-7 Corsairs, mostly adding transducers, thermocouples and other sensors all over the engine so they could record parameters such as temperature, vibration, RPM, throttle position and so on. They took the aircraft into an AIMD (Aircraft Intermediate Maintenance Depot) and put a wiring harness in them that would take all the transducer measurements and bring them to a box they put in a bay on the plane that held a cassette that could record them. My job was to go to each plane after it landed, check the mechanical flags (this was in 1978) and record and reset them (passing the info on to the maintenance crews for investigation)
I would take this battery out (they were about 3x3x4, and very heavy for their size) and replace them with a new battery. I would stick the battery in a special bandolier they made me, velcro it in, write all the info down in a little book, and continue to the next plane.
Then I would download the contents of the battery to a Digital Equipment PDP11, and using a command line, plot all the parameters for the duration of the flight in order to print them out on a big plotter. I loved it. I learned all about plotting things on a graph and doing in the best way so that all the values could be easily discerned. I worked with this guy, Jerry Wouters from Detroit Diesel Allison for months.
One day he asked me what I wanted to do with my life, and I said I wanted to go to college and work in a scientific, hopefully medical field. He was a young guy, I am guessing 30, and was a completely down to earth guy. I told him I doubted if I could do it, because I had such a mind block with mathematics.
He said “I am teaching a college level algebra course for the sailors on this ship while we are at sea. Why don’t you sign up for the course? I will personally tutor you and help you pass the course?” I was dubious, but I thought maybe it will be different this time, and signed up. I passed with a “B”...and it is hard to fake a grade in math!
I ended up being a Chemistry major (Even passed Physical Chemistry!) and now I have no fear of math.
I only wish I could find Jerry Wouters. It has been a few years since I last tried...maybe I’ll try again...maybe some new tool on the Internet...
OMG.
I found him.
Good links, thanks.
My aunt was a big shot in the order of nuns that ran our school. They dragged me through algebra and passed me on to geometry. At the end of that horror, my aunt made a phone call. The geometry teacher gave me a D and told me never to darken a math door again. In college, students were required to take three hours of math. One of my mates found a loophole that allowed students to replace the math requirement if one too six hours of physical science and 12 hours of foreign language. I graduated with a 3.5 GPA. In the service I went to an intercept operators course and made a career, military and civilian. Nothing as mentally taxing as yours, but challenging nonetheless. In addition to the French, I got sent to a 44-week Hebrew course for a liaison position that got defunded 40 weeks into the course. Ten years later, my late wife and I did a five month full time Spanish course and then spent the next ten years in Latin America. I’ve been retired for 15+ years now and am too disabled to work.
Good story . Now you can help others better.
Don't even get me started...people should be in PRISON for that.
I have a family member who was given Abilify...a drug developed to treat SEVERE Bi-Polar disorder and Schizophrenia. The warnings that came with this drug were shocking to say the least..she had to go back every couple of months for blood tests, liver tests, etc. We were told to look for all kinds of bizarre things that could happen as side effects as they were somewhat common.
Next thing I know, within just a couple of years of this, the criminals are marketing this drug to people with DEPRESSION! Do you suppose that they told the patients "let's try this schizophrenia drug?"
For the rest of their lives, their medical history will show that they were treated with a major antipsychotic medication. Nice, huh?
Heh, that was a fantasy of mine, that they wouldn't make me waste someone's time trying to teach me...:)
What is an Intercept Operator? It sounds like an Air Traffic Controller, except you give fighter aircraft coordinates to meet up with or shoot down another plane...
Sorry, but there it is.
I am going to call that guy today...pretty much the last 35 years I have wanted to say thank you to that man. Now I have found him...
The collection and reporting on target signals. It’s still classified .
And they try to hold boys to the same behavioral standards as girls, in terms of being rambunctious and energetic. There was good reason for all-boy and all-girl classes, before “co-ed” took over.
That’s so ridiculous, Queen Victoria remained in overt mourning for Prince Albert all her life yet ran one of the most succesful countries and empires in history. No one would have said she wasn’t as sharp as a pin till she died.
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