In yesterday’s article I described the weak personal values displayed by so-called depression victims, the great majority of whom will not seek help with their condition, even when it’s offered free of charge. But there’s another side to the coin; the depression performers who will visit a psychologist, and go to the prescription counter without hesitation.
This is the “side show” associated with depression sufferers. It is a game of pretense, put on for the benefit of the depression patient, the psychologists, Big Pharma, society at large, and the entire depression conspiracy network that has ensnarled our nation in the morass of misdiagnosis and deadly medications.
The “freak” in this side show is the individual who goes along with the claptrap doctrines, all the while knowing what’s in store for him/her. There’s no secret about what’s going on – everyone knows the truth. It’s great material for Saturday Night Live, and any spoof show looking for exaggerated material.
Millions of new participants fall prey to this mindless carnival routine every year. They are not merely dupes, chumps for the taking, but WILLING subjects … who will go along with the circus act, the way a group of people will quack like ducks when the hypnotists commands.
These same willing stooges, dumb as dumb can be, are aware enough not to seek any form of alternative help because they will have to invest time, energy, perhaps money, in a more sincere effort to actually deal with the problems and conflicts that contribute to their depression.
We want not only a quick fix, and a sympathetic response to our state of depression, but want to be assured that it’s okay to be depressed – because it’s a mental illness that cannot be controlled without the medical/psychological gobbledygook and anti-depressants.
We set the table for the side show. The only thing that’s missing is the ticket booth and the pitchman who will attract you to the bizarre event. And once you’ve entered the tent and begin to witness the aberrations right before your eyes, you can’t help but wonder what manner of being would willingly submit to this sick performance. Ah, there but for the grace of god go I.
The entertainer in this human comedy/tragedy stands out in the crowd, receives applause, lauds his own performance, feels satisfied (at least temporarily) that his act will stand up for some time. But this will not be the case; as time goes by, he will begin to feel insignificant, the applause will die down, his act will not be renewed.
He will revisit the stage where he first entered into this side show of human horrors, and the stage manager, played by the psychologist or doctor or psychiatrist, will assure him that he has nothing to worry about – there are more prescriptions to try. Surely, one of them will work.
Around and around you will go, from one side show to another, your own worst enemy, always clinging to the false promises of the medical soothsayer, who is out for nothing more than your dollar.
When you enter into the arena of life, you must be prepared to act as an individual, capable of common sense and discernment, and willing to stand against the evil-minded people who would enslave you with their charm bracelets and snake oils.
Resource material: Depression, It Doesn’t Exist, Vassili, 2009, a guide to truly understanding, preventing, and curing depression; Monument to failure, Vassili, 2006; the most comprehensive study of the American healthcare system ever made.
For more information, and to obtain books: www.americanhealthcarerevolution.com