I wrote last January:
I could add to that list that I had a girlfriend who from 2000-2003 was on psychiatric meds that she said diminished the intensity of her orgasms by at least half, which diminished the quality of our sex life. So even when I had a cute teenage gf, the psychiatrists were fucking that experience up.I've been getting fucking over by psychologists and psychiatrists for many years now. Here's a partial list:
It's time for the final fight against the shrinks. I need to fight now for my right to die. The arguments for why I should be allowed to die are actually stronger than the arguments for why I should be allowed to remain free in society as a living person, because if I die, I can cause no harm to society, while if I'm free, then presumably considerations of risk of harm to others are relevant.
- 1996 -- Kaiser Permanente shrink prescribes Paxil for depression; it induces erratic behavior, resulting in my getting convicted of four misdemeanors; another Kaiser Permanente shrink provides his opinion to the juvenile court that Paxil did not, and could not have, caused such behavior; years later, evidence is released that Paxil is not actually safe for young people, as it induces suicidal behavior How Many Suicides Happened Because of a Misleading Drug Safety Study?
- 2009 -- A government shrink diagnoses me with several mental disorders, which serves to discredit my statements that my threatening the President was the result of political beliefs rather than mental illness, rendering the whole act, and the years of my life that I sacrificed for it, pretty much pointless, given that the narrative is that I was not an idealist trying to advance his cause, even if it meant he had to suffer persecution for it; but rather simply some nutcase who couldn't think straight
- 2015-2016 -- Court-ordered shrinks find that I have mental disorders that make it unsafe for me to have custody of my daughter; the court uses this as the basis for why I should not be able to exercise parental rights
So my plan is, I'm just going to stop eating or drinking anything, until either someone notices and tells the cops that I'm killing myself, or I just pass out and someone calls 911 and says that I'm unconscious and not waking up. Upon questioning, I would just say that I was attempting to kill myself.
The Code of Virginia says that if I get involuntarily committed, I have to right to appeal to a jury of seven persons. Title 37.2. Behavioral Health and Developmental Services
What I want to do is let a jury of my peers weigh in on the issue of whether they think it's a sign of mental illness if a person wants to kill himself, or if it's possible to simply be a misfit and therefore have a rational reason to want to die. The whole point of having a jury trial is to take power away from the psychiatric establishment and put it in the hands of laypeople, who can hear both sides (both the person accused of having a mental illness that makes him a danger to himself or others, and the shrinks who are making that accusation), and decide.
Last time I went before a jury, it didn't go too well for me, but that may have been partly because I fucked up the jury selection; there was a guy I should have struck from the panel based on stuff he said during voir dire, and for some reason I didn't, and he ended up becoming the foreman and probably the driving force behind their decision. Maybe this time I can do better.
If I lose, I could serve six months in a mental hospital. § 37.2-817. Involuntary admission and mandatory outpatient treatment orders
Big deal; I served 46 months in prison, so 6 months is only 13% of that amount of time. It's probably worth it to go on the offensive against the psychiatric profession for a change, by arranging a pitched battle like this. I need to fight them, to put them in their place, and stand up for the individual's right to make his own decisions, including about whether he wants to continue to live.
The reality is, dying is a rational choice right now, because I have nothing else left to do. I can't hold a job, and I can't do anything further politically, through the electoral process, by running for executive or legislative branch offices. So I have to instead fight for liberty through the judicial branch; and this is how it's done. Before, I sought the support of the people at the ballot box; the next phase is the jury box. My thought is, if the jury rules in my favor, that will be a rebuke to the psychiatric establishment; it will make them lose face, because the laypeople rejected their notions.
I could sit at home and be a caregiver for my dad. But I won't get any respect from society for doing that. They will still consider me a loser. I just don't like being in that situation, of facing constant social disapproval, and mockery, and contempt, etc. At this point, I'm not even considered a significant villain at all, but just a petty villain, now that I've been forced to quit most forms of politics.
As usual, I'll probably fight alone. And maybe I'll just get written off as a lunatic, and my voice will be lost, as the shrinks succeed in discrediting and silencing me once again. Oh well; that's how it goes sometimes.
We're at a point now where the liberty movement has been mostly co-opted by the opposition, and the remaining hardcore elements are no longer well-organized and ready to support the individual who actually does fight for his liberty rather than just talk about it. Oh well; it is still the duty and role of individual to fight for liberty on his own, then.