Showing posts with label Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Show all posts

Saturday, January 18, 2014

PTSD Can Only Be Transferred By Wearing A Yarmulke


Jews went through The Holocaust, it lasted for 12 Years, and everyone understands the implications:



But when it comes to blacks - after 400 equally-brutal years of slavery, Jim Crow, etc. - whites seem, not just flabbergasted anyone would suggest blacks feel, too, but actively and openly hostile to the idea.


Friday, January 17, 2014

Nudging Me 2 The Exit Means No More Unicorns Sooner


If we were judging American success only by longevity, white women would probably take the cake, while I can feel myself practically short-circuiting as I type:



Add in a kind of PTSD to NewAge, and my ending's writing itself,…
 

Thursday, June 13, 2013

What Am I Afraid Of? The People Dumb Enough To Ask


Even in a good mood, the PTSD means I can now become jaded or angry really quick, and it startles me - because there's no escaping (and thus no way to protect myself from) the reading of sheltered folks' ignorant scribblings that can trigger it. So (unless I completely cut myself off) I can regularly be caught unawares, and get enraged, by being reminded of the personal cost I've paid for their ignorance:
"I saw half a dozen people tweet this clip earlier this morning, all with the same expressions of horror and outrage, even though it was first reported in early March. I’d never seen it before myself. My half-assed theory on why it’s catching on belatedly is that someone rediscovered it last week during NSA-palooza and saw it as some kind of metaphor for the futility of protesting state abuse of the power to invade your privacy."

Gah - what a bunch of ignorant, pastel-flavored hooey. You ever notice, when they make one of those movies based on nothing going right for the star, it's rarely ever a black person? Why not? 

Because that's not a fucking movie. 

Black American's lives, being screwed over in a multitude of ways, is real life. No imagination, extra back story, special effects, or suspension of disbelief, required. 

It's just the way it is. 

But that hasn't been the case for women, before or after feminism.


See, let me tell my story - it's worthless, and the shallow will diss me for style on top of that. I gotta love Ann Althouse, and Glenn Reynolds, and all the rest for them to reason giving me a fair shake. But let Dr. Helen speak for me - now that's an event! 

But what goes unmentioned is that's a result of the very policies, and outlook, I'm stuck living under - but she benefits from.


Being faced with this is so common to me, it's my life story, because I was a child when the feminists and law enforcement decided they were going to tame me unfairly.


I'm disgusted this "sexually abused" woman got anyone's attention for it, too, because, of course - in this completely unfair feminist hellhole of a society - only a woman will get anyone's attention. For men - and especially for black men - this is just par for the course, and everybody's accepted it. Or did I miss THAT outcry, too? 

 Sure - you're all Weathermen.


But for a woman? "Horror and outrage"? Listen, you tit-licking assholes: 

 Fuck that lady, fuck her kid, fuck her sympathizers, fuck the judge, and fuck her jailers - I hate you all for making me go through this, long before her, and too many times to count, and not caring one iota.

You heard me - all of you.

 May you all be repeatedly raped in a bowl of fruit loops by masked marauding mongoloids on wheels.


I swear, as the second half of my life seems to be rushing to an end, it's like this entire society has made it's mind up that - instead of the good things - it's going to remind me of all the evil it's done, and shown me. And then it'll betray me, for knowing it, in any way possible.


But especially by continually showing concern, only, for the feminists who constructed this situation with law enforcement to begin with. That's one hell of a way to send a guy out of here.


And clues me in why so many men opt for murder as their E-ticket in the end,...
 

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Healing



You know, when we can watch cult videos like this and all we really want to know more about is, "Where'd a cultist get that outfit?", it's possible we might have followed cultism too long.

Or just given up.

Or the PTSD has passed.

Or we're just becoming "normal" again.

Plus, seriously, we can't win - that's been a theme of this blog from the start:

We can't win.

Not against NewAge.

Remember, the other day, we were talking about how Oprah's exploited Jon Stewart's "Rally For Sanity" event? Well, we've found another story about how some low-level NewAge bullshitters are exploiting (and making fools of) Major League Baseball players, too. Now, if All-American Mom and Apple Pie Major League Baseball is gullible enough (or - being jocks - stupid enough) to fall for this, what hope is there for a really snotty blog to make a dent in anything, but possibly certain individual's lives?

See, when we got into this, we thought it would be simple:

A) Find some pundit, screaming something like, "MALARIA KILLING MORE PEOPLE THAN WE THOUGHT?"

B) Helpfully point out that, over 200 years ago, malaria was the first problem claimed to be "cured" by Samuel Hahnemann's homeopathy.

C) Wait for the whole world to go, "Oh yea, wow, thanks TMR!" (We expected this to take no longer than 3 days.)

D) The entire world-wide homeopathy industry collapses in shame.

We now see that was unrealistic.

Plus skeptics tried it in England (no media outlet covered the story in America) and Britain's NHS got away with saying, essentially, "Fuck you, the NewAgers are paying, so bugger off!" and that was the end of that.

So we can't win.

Instead, we go on, reading one "informative" article saying:
"Homeopathy has no proven clinical benefit for patients. ..."
Followed by another "informative" article entitled:
"13 Benefits of Homeopathy"
And we are unmoved by any of it. Except, if that's how they want to play it, to feeling a little bit more content with the idea of anomie. But - to anyone thinking that's a wrong reaction to have - don't forget, in truth, it's the only "normal" reaction a human being could have. From the blurb on Harry G. Frankfurt's "On Bullshit":

One of the most salient features of our culture is that there is so much bullshit. Everyone knows this. Each of us contributes his share. But we tend to take the situation for granted. Most people are rather confident of their ability to recognize bullshit and to avoid being taken in by it. So the phenomenon has not aroused much deliberate concern. We have no clear understanding of what bullshit is, why there is so much of it, or what functions it serves. And we lack a conscientiously developed appreciation of what it means to us. In other words, as Harry Frankfurt writes, "we have no theory."

Frankfurt, one of the world's most influential moral philosophers, attempts to build such a theory here. With his characteristic combination of philosophical acuity, psychological insight, and wry humor, Frankfurt proceeds by exploring how bullshit and the related concept of humbug are distinct from lying. He argues that bullshitters misrepresent themselves to their audience not as liars do, that is, by deliberately making false claims about what is true. In fact, bullshit need not be untrue at all.

Rather, bullshitters seek to convey a certain impression of themselves without being concerned about whether anything at all is true. They quietly change the rules governing their end of the conversation so that claims about truth and falsity are irrelevant. Frankfurt concludes that although bullshit can take many innocent forms, excessive indulgence in it can eventually undermine the practitioner's capacity to tell the truth in a way that lying does not. Liars at least acknowledge that it matters what is true. By virtue of this, Frankfurt writes, bullshit is a greater enemy of the truth than lies are.
Is it "normal" not to address (or to pretend not to see) "one of the most salient features of our culture", though recognizing it's "a greater enemy of the truth"?

Really?

Wonder where that cultist got that outfit?

Monday, August 9, 2010

It's About Time (Or So They Tell Me)

Just so you know:

I'm having a long talk with myself about what living with PTSD has done, and is doing, to me - and what I can do to get over it. I feel stupid saying too much about it, so I won't (which is probably a change in itself) but - as someone who thinks so highly of dealing with reality - it's probably time I did so in this regard.

Take care,

CMC