Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Deep fried logic


 
Researchers have found
That after inducing psychosis
In rats by feeding them C10H15N,
That if you take
Deep fried chips
And inject that into
The veins of the ‘psychotic’ rats,
The rats become placid.
Scientists advocate,
The use of deep fried chips
For schizophrenia,
Could produce
Promising results.
 
 
 
 (Above image can be purchased or perused further by clicking HERE.)

Friday, June 28, 2013

Stand up to the Mental Health Commission!


Yes, Mental Health Commission, I understand how psychiatric abuse produces ‘Stockholm syndrome’ in their victims (yes, a psychiatric term, which basically means brainwashed/ in an altered state of consciousness from being threatened and denying themselves their own opinion for personal safety, and trying to see the good in their abusers). So wonderful of you, MHC, to provide evidence of this, but where’s your psychiatric abuse awareness ribbon? Without something like that, your site could be mistaken for psychiatric propaganda. And people might be misled into not realising those hypnotised by the cult of psychiatry actually are terrorised into okaying this torturous horrific  organised crime the Australian Government has allowed for way too long, that hides its experiments under the guise of ‘medicine’. (As I understand it, now Rudd is in power, psychiatric survivors could be given an apology, if the Commission vouches for us. Rudd is good at apologies. Gillard had a father who was a psychiatric nurse, she was blinded by her love of him, and couldn't see how he was part of a practice that tortured people, who are not condemned to psychiatric torture anymore, that being homosexuals. Homosexuality was considered a 'mental illness' until 1973 and if people didn't keep quiet, they could be subjected to the various torture procedures that psychiatry offered at the time, without their consent. Gillard would've had to have had it out with her father if she wanted to stop psychiatric abuse, and, she couldn't do that because of her loyalty and the buckets of tears she'd have surging, if she recognised the horror her father was forced participate in, so that he could keep his job and feed her. Keeping this in mind, I suggest a reshuffle is also necessary for MHC, to give those with lived-experience more power to be progressive and validate human-rights.)

(You can easily make your own ribbon with similar colour scheme, but if you can't be bothered feel free to right click copy this one. You have my permission on this image of the psychiatric abuse awareness ribbon, NOT for other images in my blog though.)

The Commission wants to know how they're going. They want you to check in on them, say g’day and diagnose them. They might be treatment resistant though… because they're negotiating difficulties with red-tape etc.

One look, and you should realise the Commission’s website is offensive to uppity psychiatric survivors who have the impertinence to say that the way the Australian government treats people in crisis is human-rights abuse, and that this is a crime against humanity. These psychiatric survivors complain, saying terms like ‘mentally ill’ should not be used because it’s derogatory, threatening and triggers flash-backs to psychiatric abuse. Well! They’ve got to be put in their place! You tell them Commission! You tell them who they are!

Those psychiatric survivors think that they are entitled to freedom from torture and freedom of opinion. Yet, they don’t understand that no good mentally ill people must be kept docile and manageable. No one wants to hear about their ungrateful attitudes. Who cares if 25 years is taken off their life by forcing drugs on them? Who cares if electro-shock and these chemicals forced on them cause obvious brain-damage? The sooner they’re dead the better! Less burden on society then. Who cares if they can hardly move much or stay awake for long, because of the way these drugs affect the muscles? No one wants mentally ill people running around doing things and gaining power! The mentally ill are wrong. They’re mentally wrong. No one wants to hear what they say, unless they’re able to follow the script of their team of psychiatrists and preach all the good the government is doing for them to keep them manageable so they don’t upset the rest of the public.

Is that what you think?

Keep them shamed, keep them blamed, keep them very, very afraid. Give them no hope that their uppity protests will be heard and soon they’ll all be wiped out. Good riddance to them all!

Oh? It’s not genetic? Oh? It’s about other things the government has done like genocide, sexism, racism, war, discrimination and covering-up sexual abuse of children? Oh, we all could potentially develop ‘symptoms of psychosis’ if we were subjected to abuse and Gaslighting, lost our support network and felt alienated by a society that denied abuses that happened to us?  Really? Oh, well how are you going to cover up that one Commission? How are you going to cover up for the lists of horrific effects on the packets of these drugs that psychiatry forces on people? Hmm?

And… how are you going to shut me up now I’m networking with people all around the world and gaining support, getting my books published overseas, my protest T-shirts and other paraphernalia bought? The ‘Psychiatry must die! clock is ticking away and happens to be very popular.

You can’t stop sense, by calling human-rights nonsense. Progress is everything. Your website is so backward it is horrific. Change it now. Using the term ‘mentally ill’ is as offensive as the term ‘ape’.

I was asked to comment on what you’re doing, to make contact. I have. But the MHC's website is really offensive to me, you have to understand that. You have to also understand that psychiatrist’s parrots are not really someone I look up to. As for the 2nd and 3rd hand views of what it’s like to be a person put through psychiatry, well, they don’t know, they only know what they’ve been told by the ‘experts’, which are the falsely empowered psychiatrists, that know nothing about what it is to have artistic thinking. They condemn poetic memory to illness. That’s my people, the poets. I like symbolic thinking. I like non-invasive forms of therapeutic intervention, I like people communicating, I like diversity. I’m not interesting in repeating the psychiatric cult any more than I am interested in repeating what any other cults or religions say, that requires ‘faith’ , ‘blind obedience’ and ‘penance/medication’ such as the cult of psychiatry does.

Saying weird things, is neither being a harm to self or others, yet this has got me forcefully drugged many times over a 14 year period. Even the laws think they can be poetic. Poetic injustice I call psychiatric use of the Mental Health Act. Since when are painful, torturous, disabling, brain-damaging sickening neuroleptic drugs the ‘least restrictive measure’ to use on someone who is non-violent? So what if I was non-compliant? Of course I was. Anyone with any sense would be non-compliant with neuroleptic drugs, especially after they have felt the effects of them.

Why is it police can negotiate with terrorists in a crisis, but psychiatrists barge into a non-violent crisis, such as me in an altered state of consciousness, saying weird things, and  these government paid psychiatrists then use harmful traumatic damaging measures and don’t even try conversation. It’s as if they think I’m some sort of fruit-fly they can’t communicate with. They forget I’m human and symbology and poetic thinking is just as relevant, real and in touch with the emotional realm of feelings more than any other way of communicating. Surely it makes sense to communicate with a person, on their terms, during an emotional upheaval, such as grief. I wish websites like The Mental Health Commission would understand that point of view and realise it is more valid than the other invalidating point of view that psychiatry holds, which turns people into permanent drugged-up invalids.

 

If you want to know more about me, what I’ve been through, then by all means go for it. I’m a trained writer and editor. My books are available here: http://chipmunkapublishing.co.uk/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=2264


                Australian publishers are ‘not ready’ for my views, they prefer to publish books by doctors, or those who have Stockholm syndrome, because the government isn’t ready to recognise their part in the 14 years of psychiatric abuse I’ve recently been put through, any more than the rest of the public who swallow psychiatric propaganda. People find it difficult to realise their part in the regime of terror on my body, as well as that of many, many others. It is terrifying when I hear these really beaten up broken down people repeat all the brainwashing lines I was subjected to, like a really sad, sad abused cult member, which they are not only like, they are, but they don't have to continue to be. They are so afraid, threatened, shamed and blamed for the corner society pushed them into and their reaction to being cornered. It’s horrible, but I do understand why people say what they do, when they feel the need to show compliance. It’s just very sad, when the public doesn’t understand why these people look so broken. And that that is an effect of psychiatry plus other abuses they've suffered and had diagnosed as their 'illness' their 'problem' their 'disease'. When trauma is not a disease and psychiatry has no scientific validity in saying that it is.

FUME!

‘They complain that they are being abused

By the medicines that keep those savage people

Docile and manageable.

Those uppity mentally ill!’

Said the pill to the packet that was stacking odds

For the stock and crack it.

 

FUME!

It is not okay, government of Australia, not okay. Change your ugly evil ways! Do a video or article that uncovers how psychiatric abuse produces ‘Stockholm syndrome’ in their victims, so that the public can understand what you’re saying, then say, perhaps we shouldn't call it that anymore since it is a psychiatric term.

Now, as your structural editor, MHC, I want to tell you that you lack clarity and sense. People will misinterpret you and think you’re a propaganda machine rather than a commission that inquires and attempts to improve social-justice, human-rights and health. You don’t want that do you? Now, be a good organisation and stick a psychiatric abuse awareness ribbon on your site somewhere. Or, at least, something to say sorry for what the government is still doing, in their name, to various people in Australia, or you are retraumatising people like me by the horror of what you seem to be saying okay to and not only allowing psychiatric abuse to continue, but encouraging it. I want your site to make it clear you want forced-drugging and electro-shock stopped immediately. In 2013 we must end this horrific regime. Australia is meant to be a democracy. Make it happen.
 

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Why Eddie McGuire should be put into a psych ward


The coloniser’s farts have

Odours that smell better,

Much better, because they’re…

Well, people are used

To what colonisers say and can

Stomach making sense of that gas,

Apparently, that’s why they’re

Listened to and given power.


Bastards who took and are

Still taking what is not rightly

Theirs to have –  the public’s esteem.

Shred them, make them gone,

Speak of how things should be

And get the population to recognise

How wrong it is to defend

The verbal abuse that puts

A gun to the face of victims

Of genocide, excused through

Phrenology, eugenics, psychiatry,

‘Public welfare’, ‘safety’ and ‘care’…

Strip the act where fighting back

Has been turned into a crime,

Where trying to verbalise this

Has been turned into ‘mental illness.’

What do you do when you

Can’t win the public esteem

Because those in authority

Say that you don’t make

As much sense as the good

Farts of your abusers?

And you hear them,

Those threats verbalised

Again and again in a sneer

Of indifference and clicky logic,

Marginalising and marginalising…

Anger is held in with a sigh,

Hope is lost of being given a turn

Of having a position like that,

To say what needs to be said,

As the indefensible is excused

While your job and contribution

Is seen as only existing though

The goodness of fat charity

That will place its mushy-pea plate

On you when you hope

To get a newspaper article

Written about the insightful

Work you do, that is not

Recognised because, because

Of the wonderful farts

That the coloniser does

To cologne the public

Who apply this odour liberally,

Defending themselves when

The stench gives a passer-by

An asthma attack, defending

Defending their wrongs,

Puffing up their chests and beating

Out their coloniser’s song –

‘Me, me, me, look at me,

Mine, mine, mine!

You go and mine for me!’

Think of yourself as the ball

Being kicked while others

Are having a ball at your expense,

But no, no one’s scrabbling for you,

Your existence is an abstraction,

The ball is the focus,

You’re not a coloniser’s cologne

So you’re just nonsense – that illogic.

Rip, rip straight into them, those

Bastards who took and are

Still taking what is not rightly

Theirs to have –  the public’s esteem.

Shred them, make them gone.

Threaten them with

What your government

Threatens you with;

Torture has been made legal so easily.

Make them fear for their lives

Like they have made you fear.

Make their gun in your face

Backfire and put people like

Eddie McGuire in the psych ward.

Tell him he’s the malfunction,

That he ‘doesn’t have the capacity to work’,

That people are ‘not interested in his story’,

That he should’ve been aborted,

That he must not have children,

That he can’t use heavy machinery,

That he needs to be tranquilised

And made manageable,

That everything he says is wrong

And he’s incapable of making informed consent,

That he doesn’t have to vote,

That he must comply with being

Subject matter for psychiatric research,

Must, must comply… or treatment gets worse.
Fair's fair, so let him be
'Cared' for properly, that poor, poor man
And his pomp of followers
Who can't help but fart out abuse.
He is a danger to himself and others
When he is running loose.