if you want anything done right in this world, you have to control it with robots.
but the question is, who programs the robots? who is to determine what is right and wrong, what should and shouldnt be done? more importantly, what's to stop the robots from evolving and creating a mind of their own, like that one movie starring will smith? then we're all fucked. (unless, of course, will smith's real life personality was directly related to the roles he portrays in the movie, or movies such as i am legend, enemy of the state, bad boys, or even the legend of bagger vance. then he could just save the world from sure destruction. but when i hear 'will smith', i cant help but to think of things like the fresh prince, oscar the fish, and big willie style.)
as long as you have the human factor of opinion (commonly referred to as fucking up) involved, nobody will ever be happy and justice will never be served. you could apply my incredibly flawless theory to almost any given situation.
'ok andy, you had my attention at 'will smith'. now whats your fucking point?' may be crossing some of your minds. well im glad you asked, you impatient piece of shit.
when a patient comes into the ER after *trying to commit suicide, a psychiatric doctor is supposed to undergo an evaluation with this patient, determine if they are legitimately crazy and could put themself or others at risk again. for the sake of argument, let's say the patient mistakenly took uncle jim's erectile dysfunction pills for vicodins just before swallowing a fifth and a half of jack daniels.
aside from the fact that the patient is sloshing around the ER with a 45ยบ rock solid boner, the real problem is that the psyche doc is an INTERN! a mid-to-late-twenties college grad with everything in the book to prove, with his job on the line. now surely he wouldnt be able to just let this patient go with a pat on the shoulder, showing the patient how to correctly identify a pill bottle the next time he decides to kill himself. no, the doc has to diagnose the man. give him a cube with plastic sheets on the bed and padded walls. write something like 'major depression with psychosis' on the patient's chart. this pre-mature but post-puberty (big boy) doctor has the power to tell this man he's crazy. and he will, and so will the next one.
the most apologetic psychiatric doctor is like the most caring serial killer.
*a very wise hitler-like man (in the form of forceful text messages to contribute to another website) once opened my eyes about this whole suicide tactic known as trying to commit suicide, then failing. to those whom this may apply, i say to you 'fuck you'. if you want to kill yourself, you can kill yourself. hell, if you're not sure it will work, let me assist you! but when you try and you fail, you're the lowest piece of shit on this planet. and if ONE soul reaches out to you with a sympathetic hand, then you had absolutely no reason to try to grab their attention in the first place because obviously, they're just as fucking demented for giving a shit about you.
but the question is, who programs the robots? who is to determine what is right and wrong, what should and shouldnt be done? more importantly, what's to stop the robots from evolving and creating a mind of their own, like that one movie starring will smith? then we're all fucked. (unless, of course, will smith's real life personality was directly related to the roles he portrays in the movie, or movies such as i am legend, enemy of the state, bad boys, or even the legend of bagger vance. then he could just save the world from sure destruction. but when i hear 'will smith', i cant help but to think of things like the fresh prince, oscar the fish, and big willie style.)
as long as you have the human factor of opinion (commonly referred to as fucking up) involved, nobody will ever be happy and justice will never be served. you could apply my incredibly flawless theory to almost any given situation.
'ok andy, you had my attention at 'will smith'. now whats your fucking point?' may be crossing some of your minds. well im glad you asked, you impatient piece of shit.
when a patient comes into the ER after *trying to commit suicide, a psychiatric doctor is supposed to undergo an evaluation with this patient, determine if they are legitimately crazy and could put themself or others at risk again. for the sake of argument, let's say the patient mistakenly took uncle jim's erectile dysfunction pills for vicodins just before swallowing a fifth and a half of jack daniels.
aside from the fact that the patient is sloshing around the ER with a 45ยบ rock solid boner, the real problem is that the psyche doc is an INTERN! a mid-to-late-twenties college grad with everything in the book to prove, with his job on the line. now surely he wouldnt be able to just let this patient go with a pat on the shoulder, showing the patient how to correctly identify a pill bottle the next time he decides to kill himself. no, the doc has to diagnose the man. give him a cube with plastic sheets on the bed and padded walls. write something like 'major depression with psychosis' on the patient's chart. this pre-mature but post-puberty (big boy) doctor has the power to tell this man he's crazy. and he will, and so will the next one.
the most apologetic psychiatric doctor is like the most caring serial killer.
*a very wise hitler-like man (in the form of forceful text messages to contribute to another website) once opened my eyes about this whole suicide tactic known as trying to commit suicide, then failing. to those whom this may apply, i say to you 'fuck you'. if you want to kill yourself, you can kill yourself. hell, if you're not sure it will work, let me assist you! but when you try and you fail, you're the lowest piece of shit on this planet. and if ONE soul reaches out to you with a sympathetic hand, then you had absolutely no reason to try to grab their attention in the first place because obviously, they're just as fucking demented for giving a shit about you.
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