Help me kill the PTSD demons before they kill ME!
 

Ever since returning from Iraq I have been in a state of constant fear. The slightest challenges to my power cause me to respond with irrational outbursts of anger. Everything is a threat, friends can't be trusted, neutrals like all shades of grey don't exist...I'm depressed, with no confidence in any of my abilities save violence, and even then I don't believe I'm strong enough to defend myself without fighting as dirty as possible.

In Iraq I personally witnessed [Lies deleted. He's so delirious he's confusing Al-Jezeria propaganda with his own memories - Jeb] in fact they even gave him a medal for it.

I have gained an overwelming view of life as conflict, struggle, and war. We must arm, arm, arm. We must fight in every spectrum: commerce also is a fight to the death in which we must prevail by any means. We must not become soft and weak, as only the strong and resolute will survive in this dog-eat-dog world; we have to let our citizens starve if they can’t keep up. Further, we must breed, breed, breed, - that's what I mean when I say "pro-Family" for else the Chinese, Moslems, Africans, etc will overwhelm us.

America is weak! Western Civilization is weak, Christianity is weak, our Christian God is weak, and all democracy, civilization, human rights ect. only make us weaker by the second! Our fascist enemies are such enviable paragons of efficiency, strength, and effectiveness that only desperate measures will prevent their victory! And our culture is weak, we'll never be able to assimilate immigrants, survive negotiation with our enemies, or keep tourists from deserting and going native on a visit to Cuba.

The Moslems, communists, homos, Jews, etc. are insidious, fiendishly patient—waiting, waiting for us to falter so that they can take over and enslave us. Remember the gates of Vienna, what Lenin said about probing with a bayonet, the Protocols of the Elders of Zion.

Strange shapes twist in the fog. Spies are everywhere, traitors await their chance, dissent is not dissent but a prelude to treason!

But Americans are getting too soft to fight, with socialized healthcare and work safety standards and FEMA and entertaining entertainment. Kids are having oral sex when they should be polishing shoes in boot-camp! Democracy has made us decadent and weak!

We need to arm, arm, arm our nation or the brown people will overwhelm us! That means we need to grow our economy (which can become a war economy when necessary) at all costs. The Economy does not exist to serve people, people exist to serve the economy.

Our vile, omniprecent enemies want us to think of a towering redwood forest as a place of contemplation, of solemn ancient beauty and God’s handiwork..NO! IF we don't cut it down, we will never manage to keep our GDP from being overtaken by the ever-hostile, never-befriendable brown people with their unstoppable brown-people economies.

We can't ever negotiate with enemies, ever! In fact, I'd rather we not talk to Germany or Japan, they haven't been allied to us long enough. If we were to have a diplomat talk to an Iranian diplomat, they would hypnotize him with their rhetoric and we would surrender!

Just like in the Fox docu-drama 24, there are ticking timebombs everywhere and only torture is keeping them from exploding. We must avoid empathy at all costs! Empathy is one step away from pity, which is one step from hesitating when the enemy is in your gunsights! And all it takes is a second of hesitation and BAM! America is destroyed! That's how weak America is!

The traitors in the media are trying to sap the public’s will to fight! Like a ghetto tough-kid we have to always be eager for a fight, and make sure everybody knows it, we have to project an image that says "yeah, that's right, I've got a big shiny gold chain around my neck, and inviting you to try to grab it, because I'm so confident in my ability to clobber you, and I'll use any excuse to fight!" Any interuption of our macho facade will result in an immediate swarming attack from the enemies that are everywhere and among us!

Everywhere I go I have to loudly proclaim my masculinity, but it doesn't distract me from lengthening coma in my shrunken, limp, numb genetalia and every month my man-boobs are drooping further and pumping out more estrogen.

Brown people scare me. Teenagers scare me. My own weakness scares me. The weakness of America, the West, and the concept of civilization scares me. I haven't felt safe since I was a toddler, with big strong Daddy and soft, soft Mommy. That's why I'm so nostalgic, and why I'm so in love with eras I have no memory and little knowledge of, like the 1950's, or the Victorian era, or the reign of Moses.

I believe that every failure I experience is not a lesson to learn from, but proof that I am being sabotaged by THE ENEMY. A failure does not mean "change direction" a failure means "proceed with redoubled fury and tenacity!"

Worst of all, I am completely aware of these irrational beliefs and behaviors, yet I cling to them simply because I can't show my weakness, the slightest retreat will turn into the most chaotic rout, and I just plain don't want to let THEM win. I don't wanna. I'd rather die than let them win. I don't care if I lose as long as they lose too.

What is going on, and what can I do. The doctors say I have PSTD, but if I admit that there's a problem, then the PSTD-demons will see my weakness and turn me into a reefer-smoking burnout like the rest of my generation! Help me!

EDIT: UPDATE: The doctor says it's not PTSD. He says I'm "just a republican, and that's normal. For some reason."

Re: Help me kill the PTSD demons before they kill ME!
 

You are a disgusting coward who brings shame to America! You are just another immoral, porn-addicted soldier that Congress Republicans warned us about. Worse,by becoming an ex-soldier, you join a community of weed-smoking whiners! What fradulent doctor diagnosed you? And did that liar prescribe? The only prescription you need is a Patton-esque slap in the face!

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Yes, we do have to cast demons out of you. Otherwise, you'll soon demand that one of Landover's senior pastors "marry" you to your "domestic partner," Abdullah.

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Brother Harvey, cut this out and place it above your bed - I'm sure it will help:

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Quit your whining and get a grip on yourself!

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Why Brother Harvey! For Shame!!! And there I had been so attracted by your rather grand (Baptist) physique I might not have been able to refrain from Winkin' at you from time-to-time :brunette:

I now rescind these Winks even if they turn my eyelids inside-out.

Suck it up, Soldier!!!!!!!!!!!!! :angry:

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Look, son, those head-shrinking doctors at the VA might say you have "PTSD" and probably want you to get on a whole mess of medication and start therapy, but you need to pull yourself up by the bootstraps and RE-ENTER REALITY. You don't need medication and sissy therapy, you need to wake up and thank Jesus Christ for letting you be born in the good old USA, where you can be cured of your demons with True Christian guidance.

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Listen here Harvy; I am on the front lines on the War of Terror everyday here in Iowa and do you hear me bitching? With all the goths, Democrats and terrorists out there I have to be my toes 24/7/365 days a year. Yet you don't see me biting my pillow because the going got tough.

I knew you weren't up to snuff when you took that cooshy job in Iraq Havey, hanging out in the Green Zone all safe and protected, but it time to get back to work. The Left has this country all screwed up with that Obama fellow they elected and there is a man's job to be done.

You can't retreat and hide in a shell from the world Harvy! Someone has to man the walls here at Freehold!

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Get some balls, Harvey! PTSD is a badge of courage to be worn proudly. Irrational anger and paranoia are not symptoms, they are the result of the lieberals taking over the government. Get a couple of assault rifles from the Landover gun store and get ready for the apocalypse! Or sneak into an encampment of skyclad siccans and do GOD'S work until your ammo runs out! After that, fix bayonets and take the fight to THEM!

We can't have any snivelers or shirkers now that the end of days will be here January 20th!

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I should have expected his. Which one of you wrote the word "traitor" in red paint on my front door? And which one of you keyed my car?

I have never stopped serving my country. In Iraq I managed macroeconomic policy, wrote nearly half the flat tax legislation, consulted on countless privatizations....With nothing but sheer guts and the spirit of Ronald Reagan I helped build the stable democracy and economic powerhouse that Iraq is today.

Since returning home I have been going door to door, helping the needy by raising money for some of our finest billionaires. The trickle down has already begun - you can see the hope shining in the eyes of them: the homeless bottle-collector who gave me 5 dollars and even offered me all his bottles, the woman in line at the temp labor office as she breastfeeds her twins, the 68-year old working his third shift at the greasy spoon who gave me his days tips - they know a better day is already trickling down upon them.

It would be hard work for a normal person, but I am afraid every time I step outside. I break out in a sweat when I see someone approaching on the sidewalk. A while back I nearly lost it completely when I tried to step past someone to the right - but she stepped to her left, then we both reversed - I don't know how many times the cycle continued, but it felt like 5 times. Finally I simply stopped and stood there, and she walked by mumbling something into her cellphone about "retards that don't know how to walk". I can't believe I didn't have a heart attack or strangle her. I had the most vivid mental image of grabbing her throat, that it took several seconds afterward to realize that I hadn't actually done it.

Dogs bark suddenly. Oh how I want to kill them. I used to love dogs. Now they are nothing but shocking barks and side-walk feces. I look at the ground as I walk, the less I see of people the less time I have to be afraid of them. But this way I see how much dog feces and spit are everywhere. I HATE people that spit. It's only a matter of time, spitters. I'm going to make one of you lick it up. I will stomp on your neck and won't let you go until you've swallowed every last gob.

Is it really PTSD? Am I just pushing myself too hard? I don't know. All I know is that I'm only 30,000 dollars away from raising enough funds to give Bernard Madoff a well-earned vacation, and in the end, isn't that all that matters?

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Son, Bernie Madoff is a JOO. You need to send every penny to me RIGHT now before something bad happens and that state makes you use it for a lawyer.

SEND IT NOW. Then we'll discuss some medication.

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Oh, boo hoo! Listen up, pal: There's a savage, exotic, and faraway land called California, where genuine American heroes, those fine folks who stand up for the sanctity of marriage, have to face the heinous anti-Christian persecution of being violently disagreed with by those disgusting sodomites. That should put your little problems into perspective, no?

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If that doesn't, consider those of us in the Republic of Alaska! We've all spent our entire lives staring down the Russians, knowing that Putin may rear his ugly head and invade ANY SECOND! Not to mention all the savage polar bears that are kept at bay only by helicopter-hunters!

It seems spending all that time in the paradise of Iraq has turned you soft, little boy. You've got to get your snot together or you'll never survive the coming 4 years in America under Kenyan occupation.:hitfan:

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Trent, this is all about those pants with the split in the back, isn't it? You've got to shut up with all of your "but I served my country, I shouldn't have to pay for pants I ruined, wah wah". Those are Uncle Sam's pants, and in case you didn't notice, Uncle Sam is a bit short on money what with all the important things that have to be paid for. Do you think that $1,000,000,000,000 Wall Street bailout was free? NO! So pay your share, or better yet, PAY FOR THE PANTS!

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Oh boo-hoo-hoo. Talk about "Babbling on about Brief Moment of Glory like SUV" :angry:

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It's been more than a year and a half, but finally the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs has gotten me to a doctor. (Not to say that Dr. Laurie isn't a real doctor, but "playing farmville" doesn't really count as actual treatment.)

Anyway, the doc says it's not PTSD. He says I'm "just a republican, and that's normal. For some reason."

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Of course it normal Harvy. You have a right to be paranoid when there is secret Muslim in the White House. Read the news, every day the secret Muslims are taking more and more of America over and taking the HONOR of us REAL Americans way.

Sarah Palin
Don't retreat, reload.

Words to live by Trent.