Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
All hail the liberal gulag...ummm...I mean the Goddess, of course
[...]The Gulag was invented to isolate class-alien, socially dangerous, disruptive, suspicious, and other disloyal elements (real and imaginary ones) whose deeds and thoughts were not contributing to the strengthening of the “dictatorship of the proletariat.”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass_killings_under_Communist_regimes
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gulag[...]
In Marxist socio-political thought, the dictatorship of the proletariat refers to a socialist state in which the proletariat, or industrial working class, have control of political power.[...]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dictatorship_of_the_proletariat
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Purge
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Gulag_camps
http://www.perm36.ru/en/about-the-museum/history-camp.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Democide
http://www.hawaii.edu/powerkills/DP.CLOCK.HTM
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
medical errors destroy the economic system
[...]A 2006 follow-up to the 1999 Institute of Medicine study found that medication errors are among the most common medical mistakes, harming at least 1.5 million people every year. According to the study, 400,000 preventable drug-related injuries occur each year in hospitals, 800,000 in long-term care settings, and roughly 530,000 among Medicare recipients in outpatient clinics. The report stated that these are likely to be conservative estimates. In 2000 alone, the extra medical costs incurred by preventable drug related injuries approximated $887 million – and the study looked only at injuries sustained by Medicare recipients, a subset of clinic visitors. None of these figures take into account lost wages and productivity or other costs.[...]
Use of rationalization to cover up medical errors
Based on anecdotal and survey evidence, Banja[76] states that rationalization (making excuses) is very common amongst the medical profession in covering up medical errors. Common excuses made are:
- "Why disclose the error? The patient was going to die anyway."
- "Telling the family about the error will only make them feel worse."
- "It was the patient's fault. If he wasn't so (obese, sick, etc.), this error wouldn't have caused so much harm."
- "Well, we did our best. These things happen."
- "If we're not totally and absolutely certain the error caused the harm, we don't have to tell."
[...]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medical_error
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Relational disorder is a Schrödinger's cat
That' the most unscientific crap I've ever come across. What a shame.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Relational_disorder#Parent.E2.80.93child_abuse_disorder
http://www.medicinenet.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=51933
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Relational_disorder#Parent.E2.80.93child_abuse_disorder
http://www.medicinenet.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=51933
Friday, August 19, 2011
My two cents for a better world:
- Add Obesia to chapter V of the ICD!
http://apps.who.int/classifications/apps/icd/icd10online/?gf50.htm+f504 - Replace borderline personality disorder with homophobic personality disorder!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borderline_personality#Diagnostic_and_Statistical_Manual
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Dr Patrick Flite needs to get locked away for non-assistance of a person in danger
What a motherforking idiot. He doesn't deserve a licence to practice since he doesn't meet psychiatric problems in a woman who obviously has no fulfilling job, no hobbies and no other goal in life than overeating and slowly killing herself. Scumbag. You're such a loser.
If a severely underweight anorexic patient still insists that she feels better by getting thinner and thinner, they force her to be artificially fed through a fucking tube against her will.
Such medical error is a slap in the faces of all people who suffer from an eating disorder.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2026964/Susanne-Emans-bid-worlds-fattest-woman-52st-mother-2-supersizing.html
If a severely underweight anorexic patient still insists that she feels better by getting thinner and thinner, they force her to be artificially fed through a fucking tube against her will.
Such medical error is a slap in the faces of all people who suffer from an eating disorder.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2026964/Susanne-Emans-bid-worlds-fattest-woman-52st-mother-2-supersizing.html
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Despite a wide range of german political parties, there ain't one that specifically addresses the needs of mentally ill citizens
Monday, August 15, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Baby's night
You know how to soothe
my tummy trouble with a smoothe
sigh. We share this win-win position
this ain't no competition
I wanna lie naked in your arms
don't do me no harm
This is baby's night
grab my butt and squeeze me tight
kiss my face and feel delight
This is baby's night
'Be ashamed of ya fat body' thin idols preach
But the Goddess has better lessons to teach
me and my mini-mes. You fix it with laughter
I fantasize about the morning after
with you. knead and caress
my limbs to reduce the distress.
This is baby's night
hold my hands and stop the fight
kiss my skin, enjoy the sight
This is baby's night
You're into me, it suits you well
SM is out, we left this hell
take the rainbow bridge with pride
there's nothing left to hide
love proves to be stronger than fate
a self-defeating prophecy human mind would generate
This is baby's night
Pamper my feet and make it right
Kiss my neck and dim the light
This is baby's night
my tummy trouble with a smoothe
sigh. We share this win-win position
this ain't no competition
I wanna lie naked in your arms
don't do me no harm
This is baby's night
grab my butt and squeeze me tight
kiss my face and feel delight
This is baby's night
'Be ashamed of ya fat body' thin idols preach
But the Goddess has better lessons to teach
me and my mini-mes. You fix it with laughter
I fantasize about the morning after
with you. knead and caress
my limbs to reduce the distress.
This is baby's night
hold my hands and stop the fight
kiss my skin, enjoy the sight
This is baby's night
You're into me, it suits you well
SM is out, we left this hell
take the rainbow bridge with pride
there's nothing left to hide
love proves to be stronger than fate
a self-defeating prophecy human mind would generate
This is baby's night
Pamper my feet and make it right
Kiss my neck and dim the light
This is baby's night
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
hot doc
Take this, I like the sixties
cuz there was no God at that time to set the trees
on fire, just fast forwards and progressives
who went for a bright future with smart perspectives
I ain't no 'got 2 talents, check these,
I can stand and walk, now pimp me please'
Blinkie Winkie, you can't fight
me while you in the spotlight
You're my hot doc
garnished with onions like woodstock
fart broker, attention ho
hello
Hold on, hold on, come on
I press the reset button
Youre no better than a pig
Your attitude makes me sick
my blood sugar level spins outta control
chewing and spitting meets rock'n'roll
Maybe I'm just too weak to live, infantile
Don't ya understand yet, you must be senile
You're my hot doc
garnished with onions like woodstock
fart broker, attention ho
hello
Stop looking down on me like this
that's none of your medical business
how about focusing on the healing process
which has nothing to do with the way that I dress
This system trained you to lick arse and suck dick
deforest the planet for a spoilt brats picnic
Nazi slut, step up and make a do-nation
to the buffalo boy foundation
You're my hot doc
garnished with onions like woodstock
fart broker, attention ho
hello
cuz there was no God at that time to set the trees
on fire, just fast forwards and progressives
who went for a bright future with smart perspectives
I ain't no 'got 2 talents, check these,
I can stand and walk, now pimp me please'
Blinkie Winkie, you can't fight
me while you in the spotlight
You're my hot doc
garnished with onions like woodstock
fart broker, attention ho
hello
Hold on, hold on, come on
I press the reset button
Youre no better than a pig
Your attitude makes me sick
my blood sugar level spins outta control
chewing and spitting meets rock'n'roll
Maybe I'm just too weak to live, infantile
Don't ya understand yet, you must be senile
You're my hot doc
garnished with onions like woodstock
fart broker, attention ho
hello
Stop looking down on me like this
that's none of your medical business
how about focusing on the healing process
which has nothing to do with the way that I dress
This system trained you to lick arse and suck dick
deforest the planet for a spoilt brats picnic
Nazi slut, step up and make a do-nation
to the buffalo boy foundation
You're my hot doc
garnished with onions like woodstock
fart broker, attention ho
hello
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Serial
I cannot live up to your expectation
Sorry, I quit, I need a time-out, relation
is my priority, my basis for a happy life
Without other beings no one will survive
A closeup of the little things that stand between
us before I smashed them to smithereens
bugs, worms, mosquitoes, flies, snails, caterpillar
I had no mercy, let’s face it, I’m a killer
Yes, I’m serial
since you planned my burial
Today I regret, I admit I was wrong
Try to conquer my fears with a song
My colored pencils portrait the enemy
borderline anorexic with a wild fantasy
who put to death some insects instead
I say that cuz it needs to be said
My life is a thriller
And I’m a killer
Yes, I’m serial
since you planned my burial
To you my work is a wasted sheet of paper
Which gives you another reason to rape her
you love your pedopriests more
than your own daughter
Still I adore my fat designing ass
I won’t follow in anyone’s footsteps
I feel like Godzilla
And I’m a killa
Yes, I’m serial
since you planned my burial
Sorry, I quit, I need a time-out, relation
is my priority, my basis for a happy life
Without other beings no one will survive
A closeup of the little things that stand between
us before I smashed them to smithereens
bugs, worms, mosquitoes, flies, snails, caterpillar
I had no mercy, let’s face it, I’m a killer
Yes, I’m serial
since you planned my burial
Today I regret, I admit I was wrong
Try to conquer my fears with a song
My colored pencils portrait the enemy
borderline anorexic with a wild fantasy
who put to death some insects instead
I say that cuz it needs to be said
My life is a thriller
And I’m a killer
Yes, I’m serial
since you planned my burial
To you my work is a wasted sheet of paper
Which gives you another reason to rape her
you love your pedopriests more
than your own daughter
Still I adore my fat designing ass
I won’t follow in anyone’s footsteps
I feel like Godzilla
And I’m a killa
Yes, I’m serial
since you planned my burial
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Greetings to all the cocksuckers who read my 'nice' blog but think they're better than me
Mind yourselves and go play with yo ding-dings!
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
All kids are superstars
Finally a public person with a clear message
She's spot on, I don't dare miss a passage
don't ya turn her into a cocksucker
here's the big deal, fatherfucker
alcohol, nicotine, coke, heroin addict,
anxiety, depression, ed, gender conflict,
F60.31 - BPD
that's your diagnostic key
you may battle it out behind bars
cuz all kids are superstars
all kids are superstars
I'ma put it into the wide open I can't wait
my urge to publish before it's too late
So in case I die tomorrow
my lyrics stay here for you to follow
and record a chill-out track
disease is a whore, you never know, now smack
F60.31 - borderline personality
that's your diagnostic key
you may battle it out behind bars
cuz all kids are superstars
all kids are superstars
I am a blueprint of all poor creatures
day after day adding more features
you wanna steal my voice
but I can speak for myself best
I want you to make a good choice
so give your hardness a rest
F60.31 - DBT
that's your diagnostic key
you may battle it out behind bars
cuz all kids are superstars
all kids are superstars
She's spot on, I don't dare miss a passage
don't ya turn her into a cocksucker
here's the big deal, fatherfucker
alcohol, nicotine, coke, heroin addict,
anxiety, depression, ed, gender conflict,
F60.31 - BPD
that's your diagnostic key
you may battle it out behind bars
cuz all kids are superstars
all kids are superstars
I'ma put it into the wide open I can't wait
my urge to publish before it's too late
So in case I die tomorrow
my lyrics stay here for you to follow
and record a chill-out track
disease is a whore, you never know, now smack
F60.31 - borderline personality
that's your diagnostic key
you may battle it out behind bars
cuz all kids are superstars
all kids are superstars
I am a blueprint of all poor creatures
day after day adding more features
you wanna steal my voice
but I can speak for myself best
I want you to make a good choice
so give your hardness a rest
F60.31 - DBT
that's your diagnostic key
you may battle it out behind bars
cuz all kids are superstars
all kids are superstars
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Religion kills
I read the latest news
this where I got my blues
Can't spot another mama
to help me end the drama
a fight over the size of their dick
lab rats are killed for them lipstick
See me dying on TV
Religion kills this baby
I'm not on a diet
I'm just too busy to eat
You starve the black boy
You take away the joy
I mind the pope
at the end of his rope
Hallelujah,
it's ova
See me dying on TV
Religion kills this baby
I'm not on a diet
I just forgot how to eat
You can hear my stomach churn
cuz nothing can turn
me on like the hatred you spew
Mam, get a clue
Read a goddamm book
and let me off the hook
See me dying on TV
Religion kills this baby
I'm not on a diet
I just cannot eat
this where I got my blues
Can't spot another mama
to help me end the drama
a fight over the size of their dick
lab rats are killed for them lipstick
See me dying on TV
Religion kills this baby
I'm not on a diet
I'm just too busy to eat
You starve the black boy
You take away the joy
I mind the pope
at the end of his rope
Hallelujah,
it's ova
See me dying on TV
Religion kills this baby
I'm not on a diet
I just forgot how to eat
You can hear my stomach churn
cuz nothing can turn
me on like the hatred you spew
Mam, get a clue
Read a goddamm book
and let me off the hook
See me dying on TV
Religion kills this baby
I'm not on a diet
I just cannot eat
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
my man
he says that he loves me
and I love everybody
I think he must be wack
cuz he loves a wreck
he hurts me nonstop
pushes me over the top
he believes it's good for me
but I just want to be free
from the past
a friend at last
I guess would be nice
so we sit and throw dice
my man my man my man
is the one with the plan
he must deliver
as I shiver
under his fingers
the pain lingers
he's killing ma
his sweet words send me to nirvana
we're not human anymore
rotten to the core
psychopaths on the wrong path
alienated and fucked up
this deathmatch destroys us
i take the night bus
my man my man my man
is the one with the plan
my boat is sinking
he's still thinking
he's the right guy for me
we're hopelessly lost in a dark sea
of unsorted emotions. this road leads to nowhere
man, we can't fight our demons together
his homophobia is my curse
hes too busy checking his own purse
i wanna build a house
he wants to be the spouse
of a little shy girl
i am over
my man my man my man
- the one with the plan
Fuck it, i go on strike
we're too much alike
but I need someone stronger
one who can handle all kinds of things
as my nights getting longer
to someone who brings
light into my life
i could be a good wife
my man my man my man
is the one with plan
my man my man my man
is the one with the plan
and I love everybody
I think he must be wack
cuz he loves a wreck
he hurts me nonstop
pushes me over the top
he believes it's good for me
but I just want to be free
from the past
a friend at last
I guess would be nice
so we sit and throw dice
my man my man my man
is the one with the plan
he must deliver
as I shiver
under his fingers
the pain lingers
he's killing ma
his sweet words send me to nirvana
we're not human anymore
rotten to the core
psychopaths on the wrong path
alienated and fucked up
this deathmatch destroys us
i take the night bus
my man my man my man
is the one with the plan
my boat is sinking
he's still thinking
he's the right guy for me
we're hopelessly lost in a dark sea
of unsorted emotions. this road leads to nowhere
man, we can't fight our demons together
his homophobia is my curse
hes too busy checking his own purse
i wanna build a house
he wants to be the spouse
of a little shy girl
i am over
my man my man my man
- the one with the plan
Fuck it, i go on strike
we're too much alike
but I need someone stronger
one who can handle all kinds of things
as my nights getting longer
to someone who brings
light into my life
i could be a good wife
my man my man my man
is the one with plan
my man my man my man
is the one with the plan