I know all too well of your corruptions

Follows is a hypothetical dialogue between subject and examiner, in a scenario in which (as is sometimes the case) some civil 'authority' has 'requisitioned' (read "ordered") a so-called psychiatric 'work-up' on a 'personage' who we'll say is named Joe.

Psychiatrist to patient Joe: Please fill out this lengthy form
Patient Joe: I don't fill out forms; I know all too well of your corruptions; if there's something you want to know, ask me
doc: What's your name?
joe: What's it to you?
doc: I need it for my records
joe: It carries no weight in gauging a person's competence
doc: Agreed
joe: Then I needn't supply it
doc: I still need it for my records
joe: That only tells me where you'll store the info; I still need to know how it factors in; I know all too well of your corruptions
doc: It's a marker, is all
joe: It betrays my national origin, and you might harbor personal prejudices against one or another nationality; I know all too well of your corruptions
doc: The State requires me to collect and store this info up front; it won't prejudice me, since I am 100% professionally detached and 1000% pure of heart
joe: Sure, sure; I know all too well of your corruptions; and I don't think the State makes it its business to interlope between doctor and patient. You claim it's the Law, but cite that law, chapter and verse, or show it to me from a law book
doc: I haven't that available
joe: Then you can just forget about collecting extraneous personal info about me! Ask me a question that tends to differentiate the sane from the not-so-sane, and I'll answer
doc: [asks questions presumptively indicative of mental competence eg. "name the last 5 presidents" and "count backward by 7's from 98", etcetera]
joe: [answers all of doc's questions with perfect accuracy, then says] Then I'm okay and I can go home now, knowing that you awarded me a clean bill of health?
doc: No, it's not that simple; I have many many more inquiries
joe: I know all too well of your corruptions, so you can take your filthy lying inquest and you can stick it where the Sun don't shine!
doc: Oh, you're definitely a whack job; a hopeless case in fact; and I'm writing you up as such!


ETCETERA

(I hope to add more to this revealing hypothetical dialogue)

Hi,

I believe that your doctor made a fundamental mistake here: He pursued your argument when what he really should have done is just ignored you. During that meeting, whatever your doctor said to you, you would have refuted, unfortunately. Perhaps you should try to learn from this experience, instead of - I assume - trying to feel satiated and gratified by it.

What do you think?

Take care,
Kevin

Chucky wrote:What do you think? Take care,
Kevin

You gotta be nuts! I think what I've always thought, what I'll always think; that I've got lackeys beat ALL to hell in terms of quality of life, benefiting from the government dole, completely beyond reproach (ie. absolved), beyond filthy lying inquests, smarter than you, better than you, more enduring than you, better-looking wife than your's, smarter wife, more prestige, more friends, no drugs or 'medications' (now there's a euphemism!), no periodic head-shrinking, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

While you obviously remain simply a lackey, a toady, a number, a lemming, a turd -- FOILED, AHA!

'Learn', my ass! I've had this Life mastered from the age of 5 on and I'm a-cruisin' for the exit, full throttle. Mustang!!

Hmm, we don't typically see Mustangs over here, considering that they are American-made vehicles. I have never heard of this word 'lackey' though. We must have a similar word for it here, but I cannot think of it at this moment. Anyway, I don't want to give you any advice on anything because you seem so confidant in yourself. That is admirable, but it can lead you to problems.

Kevin

Chucky wrote: ..you seem so confidant in yourself. That is admirable, but it can lead you to problems

I think not. I think you fall short of making any case for a connection between confidence and that 99%-moot term, "problems".

Mustang is an exclamatory utterance used in a Rock & Roll oldie. It refers technically to wild untamed horses habitating the wilds (not the car).

Lackey you know of course, but a lie-a-minute emits from those who dumbly pledge their allegiance to Psych over and above any homage paid their Creator

You're an interesting character but I'll stop this conversation right now because you are speaking in a way that only you understand (and enjoying it too I believe )

Kevin

I enjoy the boards, yea

'Late fifties and just a-cruisin' to that exit - needn't harm a fly!

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We're not gonna take it
Never did and never will
Don't want no religion
And as far as we can tell
We ain't gonna take you
Never did and never will
We're not gonna take you
We forsake you
Gonna rape you
Let's forget you better still.


I've been "walking these dirty streets with hate in my mind" - and feeling the "scorn of the world" - but I "won't follow your rules".

Chucky wrote:...you seem so confidant in yourself. That is admirable, but it can lead you to problems

You never rose to the challenge of showing a connection between confidence and so-called 'problems', and you never will, because the assertion is patently false; so I've vanquished you at the foregoing discourse -- stopped you in your tracks

You never stopped me, for that's an impossible thing to do. The only way to stop me would be to kill me and, considering that you won't be doing that, then I will never be stopped. All I need do is continue on my path in life, which is a path that never intersects yours. Yours is a path that I do not wish to be on.

Kevin