Friday, November 29, 2013

Anger turned inward

I'm not a shrink. Nor am I a psychologist or a social worker.

I know how it is to feel very depressed, the kind that comes from internal factors, i.e., chemical imbalances and hard wiring in the brain, as I have been diagnosed with Bipolar I Disorder and am currently being treated with drug therapy. I have been in therapy for nearly five years.

The other form of depression is caused by extrinsic forces you cannot control such as the death of a loved one, a lost job and other life shattering events, which usually resolves with time and action. Sometimes you'll hear that depression is anger turned inward, much of which is caused by protracted feelings of helplessness and hopelessness. Many times people who are depressed need short term drug therapy to get them over the hump and back into the swing.

I think the American people are very depressed and yes, living those lives of quiet desperation because of the tremendous change and upheaval we are currently experiencing. Affected folks who are in their 50s and 60s are especially hit hard because they simply don't have the time to make up for losses caused by Obama's lame policies--and, yes, they're angry. Once that anger sets up and is equated with a foreclosure, a job loss or the dependence upon others for help, or all of these events occurring at the same time, facing the black dog of depression is probably unavoidable. We're only human, after all.

Moreover, there's insult to injury amongst older out-of-work men and women, which is the result of the generation gap between younger workers and them. Ageism is the large unspoken problem for many of these workers and again, that lack of control, and hurt, continues. No wonder so many people have given up looking for jobs. The longer they stay out of work, the older and less relevant they feel. And the more entrenched they seem in their spheres of no influence. They are in a helpless state.

And to whom do people look for some solutions? Well, that's another source of disappointment and frustration. We see a boy king--our president--who is doing his best to quickly push through all the progressive, collectivist, wealth redistribution programs he can, while we're supposedly not looking, and while Harry Reid hijacks the democratic process by removing the super majority vote from the senate rules. In the meantime, we have no representation. Depressing.

College graduates, dressed up and no where to go, must be distressed that they cannot find the job to pay off their student loans and instead find that unemployment among that group is beyond 53%. Young taxpayers must be miffed that they're being asked to subsidize the older and sicker among us while they are hale and hearty themselves. Why should they bear the burden of the rest of the world involuntarily? And why does this version of the Obama administration continually cozy up to immigration politics such as it did yesterday when he and Mrs. Obama met with protesters who are fasting at the Washington mall? Can't he differentiate between the war veterans he kicked out during the shut down and a bunch of illegals who are owed absolutely nothing from the rest of us? It is most depressing to see his constantly challenged allegiance going astray one more time. He does not have the impluse of a president who takes seriously his job of loving America first.

Instead, we are subjected to such onerous, behemoth POS legislation called Obamacare, about which we were lied to by the President of the United States. Instead of demanding that this entire debacle be defunded, we watch Capitol Kabuki theater. Any dollars which we have tried to put aside for retirement (if we have any), are becoming less valuable by Quantitative Easing, another useless scheme the Obama Regime has lain on the American economy. This redistribution of wealth is probably the most insidious of all of Obama's games. Once planted in the infrastructure, Obamacare will wipe out billions of dollars in wealth and destroy the insurance industry in the process. Of course, this was always designed to get the system to its end game--the universal care, single payer system. It's depressing to realize that death panels, euphemistically called health care rationing, are in our future. The eugenicists can't be far behind. In fact, some of them even wrote part of the law. What's particularly frightening--and depressing--is that the death panels will single out people like me, those they consider marginal because of mental health issues. Pretty Nazi-ish if you ask me.

Watching today's media is depressing. It is especially so as we view the Versailles press surrounding the White House and its inhabitants. For instance, did you know that the President hosted a Thanksgiving dinner for ten guests? And when he was asked who those guests were, the White House refused to give up their names. It is a private dinner...on tax-payer's china, in the tax-payers house, with tax-payer's wine and beef or turkey, and who paid the chefs and servers with tax-payer's TAXES! And the press corps just sits and slobbers over this president.

Depressed yet?

The list of the most remarkable changes and insults include our Middle East policy, what's left of it. It's interesting that we're challenging China militarily, not sure what that's about; and I'm not quite understanding the Muslim appointments in the White House, except there are six of them in high tier jobs which are connected in some way to Islamic relations. I wonder if we have the equivalent positions for other major religions. Somehow, I doubt that. All of this is rather depressing because Obama's actions seem so unilateral and dictatorial. He thinks he's Teflon...no, wait. He has been made Teflon by his toady press corps. So much more slobbering that it's slippery out there.

And finally, this morning, I am drawn to the latest, "I dreamed of  Peyton Manning," by Maureen Dowd, the leftist New York Times columnist. She states she is a latecomer fan to football (please, Lord, save us) and, with her new found "knowledge," attempts to compare the stars in football to characters in Jane Austen novels such as Sense and Sensibility and Emma. She says she's an RGIII fan. Wait till she finds out he's a practicing, demonstrable Christian! She'll have to look away when he gets down on his knee and prays and thanks God for the TD. Oh, and she wants to support a team that is not boorish. Well, that lets out the Steelers and the Raiders. Presumably, those would only include squads whose zip codes abut oceans. I'm pretty sure my Kansas City Chiefs would be considered peasants and most unworthy of her appraisals.

Now the lefties are fooling around with my football. Jane Austen indeed! Where's my antidepressant? Quick, before I get real mad!

Thanks for the read.

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