THE RISE OF THE PSYCHIATRIC STATE UNDER OBAMACARE
Jon Rappoport
Come down the road of history and watch the vast parade. There were the cave people, with their fear of the thunder and lightning and the forces behind them; there were the priesthoods rattling gourds and pointing scepters; there were the supposed witches, and the alchemists, and the prophets who, we’re to believe, deeded their highest ideas to bureaucrats and killers who would build churches in their name…
And after a time, science emerged, and all was well. Finally. A science of the brain, and of the abnormal patterns. In their great beneficence, governments determined that these scientists should rule that brain…
And here we are.
The regulations differ according to which insurance policy people have, but the overall Obamacare thrust is in the direction of enforcing coverage “parity” between physical and mental illness.
This means more and more people are going to be sitting in psychiatrists’ offices, describing their problems and issues; the psychiatrists will be making more and more unscientific diagnoses of mental disorders; and they will be prescribing more toxic and dangerous drugs to patients.
There is a cultural sea change underway as well. The whole op is to legitimize mental health treatment for everybody. Having a disorder will eventually be as common as having the flu or a cold. “We’re all disordered.”
Children will be saying they have ADHD, clinical depression, and bipolar even before a shrink slaps on a diagnosis. It’s the “in” thing to do.
People, naturally, will find more ways to explain, rationalize, and excuse their own dissatisfying lives—whatever works to get off the hook.
Political and economic oppression will be reframed as mental-health issues for the victims.
Worse yet, as I’ve exhaustively demonstrated in many articles and lectures, psychiatry is a pseudoscience. The 300 officially certified distinct mental disorders are all fraudulent.
There is no physical diagnostic test for any of the them. They are menus and collections of behaviors drawn up by committees of psychiatrists—and then stamped with labels.
The drugs to treat them are all toxic and destructive. Some of the drugs (and withdrawing from all of them) cause violent behavior, including suicide and homicide.
But given the opportunity by insurance coverage, millions of Americans will spring into action and offer themselves up for diagnosis and treatment. They’ll wear their diagnoses like badges of honor in the “new society.”
People who speak out against the political establishment, who advocate for less government, who champion freedom, will find themselves ridiculed to a greater degree than ever before…and under certain circumstances will be coerced into the psychiatric hive.
This is a gravy train for some, and a death machine for many.
The rank absurdity and illegality of government allying itself with psychiatry escapes most people’s attention. It’s all good, because government “wants to help.”
I, for one, don’t want to help in that way. I want to see people have more power. I don’t want to see lives going down the psychiatric-drug drain. I don’t think connecting thought and action to disorders solves anything. It only makes things worse. I don’t want to deal with people who view life through the lens of disorders.
I don’t give a damn what psychiatrists and their followers say about the brain and the mind. I don’t think we should be trailing along behind these so-called professionals and picking up their tidbits of manufactured hoke, or cleaning up the the ruined psyches they leave in their wake.
I don’t care what government officials say about mental health. Let them eat Thorazine. Let them submit to the drugs and experience the outcome first-hand. Let them taste the fruits of the monopoly they’re enabling.
I don’t believe the results of published psychiatric studies. I’ve seen how often they lie and twist facts.
Psychiatry is just one more priest class. It spins its own cosmology and appoints itself to a higher echelon of knowledge. It tries to grind down independent spirits. It tries to sterilize life-force.
What GMOs and herbicides are doing to food, psychiatry is doing to minds: making them synthetic.
I wouldn’t give a so-called mental-health expert the time of day.
In a sane court of law, with the whole edifice exposed down to its rotten core, any such expert would be prosecuted for crimes against humanity.
Stripping away the psychiatric verbiage, you can see the old conditioned-reflex philosophy of human existence laid bare. These charlatans view people as nothing more than walking-talking biological equipment.
Which speaks to the paucity of a cogent and forceful counter-argument: we aren’t mechanisms. We’re conscious beyond any processes of the brain.
What street drugs do to people is but a shadow of the damage wrought by psychiatric medicines. They sedate and torque brains into passive submission and despair. Doctors call it treatment. This chicanery and massive destruction can only continue if people surrender standards of comparison, surrender concepts of freedom, commitment, achievement, creative power.
In other words, a decline and disintegration of personal values underlie the acceptance of psychiatry. We can tap-dance our way around this one until the cows come home and nothing will alter the fact.
The country is being eaten out from the inside. It has been going on for a long time. People have sacrificed their own power on the basis that “it doesn’t really matter, only minor pleasures are important, and nobody actually built what they built.”
Anaerobic psychiatry flourishes and expands in this oxygen-deprived atmosphere.
People who are educated and inquisitive ask where the subject of philosophy has gone in modern civilization. It has retreated into 300 spacious categories of mental disorders. It has died and been reborn as a fetid catalog of universal disability, posing as a humane celebration of scientific achievement and caring.
Its culture is a series of slogans fishing for more victims, always more victims, until night falls and there are no more stars.
Unless people wake up, 30 years from now they or their children will be jockeying to assert, with pride, how many mental disorders they have and how serious they are. And doctors will be tapping directly into the neural circuits of every fourth or fifth person, to make them better: i.e., more passive, more accepting.
From the dawn of time, crazy men, presenting themselves as guardians of human life, have tried to persuade us to reduce our ideas and creations down to manageable size; to slip them into well-organized structures that demean the many and elevate the few. They preach their simplistic cause and effect, their symmetry, their prison-grid of perception.
The whole effort is the promotion of a delusion.
It uses people’s pain, suffering, confusion, and doubt to lead them into a system that promises relief but brings more suffering. It very much resembles the strategies of political leaders.
Elites fear life-force wherever it may spring up. They use whatever they can to squash it. They define reality and insist that we march into it and live there like automatons.