What I did for Halloween: Watched that age-old documentary called, “The Exorcist.”


Last night, I watched a really scary documentary called “The Exorcist”.

Have you heard of this one?

In this incredibly interesting documentary, there’s a little girl whose mental illness is undiagnosable by all the top doctors from all the top hospitals. The mental illness gives the girl incredible strength and the ability to move her bed just by lying in it.

I think the little girl was smoking meth a lot, and the strength it gave her was shocking. And since this was a documentary, seeing the first-hand account of these things helped me believe in things I’ve only heard about in the past.

Because it turns out that this little girl was literally possessed by demons.

It got a little weird when the little girl started killing people, but her mom was so rich that she went unpunished.

When all science fails the little girl, the doctors turned the mother toward the very accurate and noble profession of Priesthood.

Yes, it was priests who were finally able to solve the problem. I don’t want to spoil the end, but everything turns out okay.


It sure is awesome that we live in a period of time when supernatural events can be captured on film, and shown to doubters and skeptics. So that no doubt can be cast upon the extraordinary claims made anyone.

Documentaries like this are invaluable tools to show everyone just how powerful Satan really is, and that it takes selfless priests, blood sweat and tears to remove demons from little girls.

At a time when the popularity of mental illness and definable diseases have started to overshadow biblical-style demon possession, it’s comforting to know we have heroes in black uniforms lead by a ultimate leader in bejeweled costumes who are so dedicated to the cause that they don’t get married to women, but to their followers.



JT Eberhard Skepticon 4 Mental Illness and Why The Skeptic Community Should Give a Shit


Here is an interesting talk from Skepticon 4 about how mental illness needs to be normalized — in a sense. And by normalized, the idea that being crazy is a stigma preventing people from getting help needs to change.

And we, as skeptics, need to lead the way to do this.

It’s a good talk.

The speaker talks about managing anorexia. Mental disorders are more common than you think.

Check out the video.



That explains everything: World Net Daily says Leftists are mentally ill

World Net Daily, the same publication that used this blog to show dissent for Carl Werner’s coloring books that opposes evolution, says that liberals are mentally ill.

The subhead says, “‘Strikingly irrational beliefs and emotions’ cited by veteran forensic psychiatrist.”

“Strikingly irrational beliefs.”

I love when it’s obvious that rightists use the same language we science-loving liberals use in reverse.

“Strikingly irrational beliefs.”


Sitting on the religious right and telling the world they must talk to the creator of the universe through thought expression … that’s rational.

Hoping to give fair and equal treatment to people of all walks of life … irrational pipe dreams.

Check out this great quote from the article:

“Based on strikingly irrational beliefs and emotions, modern liberals relentlessly undermine the most important principles on which our freedoms were founded,” says Rossiter. “Like spoiled, angry children, they rebel against the normal responsibilities of adulthood and demand that a parental government meet their needs from cradle to grave.”

As opposed to the spoiled, angry children that rightists claim they are (children of god). They constantly murmur prayers trying to escape personal and Jesus-mandated calls to action to help those in need.

The black pot speaks volumes.

Read the rest of WND’s top-notch journalism here: Top shrink: Leftists are mentally illhttp://www.wnd.com/?pageId=116644#ixzz1PMG8iukN

Isn’t it odd that the “article” reads more like a advert?

In other — more important news — Ben & Jerry’s might release a new ice cream flavor called, “Schweddy Balls” inspired by the SNL skit from yesteryear.

Randolph Nesse Interview (4/5) – Richard Dawkins

Yesterday I posted “I’m a self diagnosed schizophrenic.” Steve commented and said he appreciated the below interview with Dr. Randolph Nesse. I didn’t get a chance to watch the video until today, and he’s spot on. Give it a watch. The explanation for why humans all have a little bit of something is put into perspective.


The great thing about the current state we live in, especially in America, is that people don’t have to self-diagnose these things. It’s not to say that everyone should worry that they have cancer, rare diseases or a mental illness. But the tools and the resources available are fairly ubiquitous and available to keep our bodies in check. I wish we all did a better job encouraging each other to better health.

It makes me sad when I think of someone who might not have access, financially or otherwise, to obtain health care and/or mental health help. When I step back a little, it makes me sad that I come from a mindset that you only go to the doctor when something is wrong. I struggle with this, and try to keep myself in check. I’m not very good at it. My background discouraged mental health help. While it might not be a solid science, it’s definitely more effective to me than thinking I can self-diagnose my ills through a bottle or an illegal drug.

Sometimes I tell myself: Perhaps if I surrounded myself better with people who live healthier, I’ll live healthier. That really doesn’t work, does it. If you’re in a group where one person practices healthiness more than you do, it becomes a competition and the next thing you suffer from is going to the doctor too much. That’s what would happen to me anyway.

Isn’t it that when you surround yourself with someone who is too far advanced than you or too far behind you, you want to write them off?

Tina and I are getting our eyes checked today. I haven’t had my eyes checked by a professional eye exam ever. Never ever. I’m 35 years old, and I think it’s damn time.

In the past, I have seen a mental health practitioner. But I don’t go enough. I should.

I also don’t see doctors enough. I should. But these things cost money, and I’d rather save up for a goddamn iPad than invest in my body.

How sad is that? I would rather buy something that I know is going to be obsolete in a couple years rather than invest in my body that could be obsolete in a couple years if I don’t pay attention to it. That’s the problem with capitalism and a consumer economy, short-lived pleasures eclipse long-time investments.

In my head, I tell myself that there is an economy of health, just like there’s an economy of money. Investment is a daily practice. If you want to live longer, you don’t insouciantly smoke, drink and do drugs. Well, I don’t smoke or do illegal drugs, so I have that working for me.

You might know that I struggled with high blood pressure and I have successfully lowered it through diet and exercise. Why just last night it was 108 over 69, well below the recommended 120 over 80. Not to mention I had a remarkably stressful day working out the kinks in our Thanksgiving plans that changed.

I have bragging rights about my blood pressure, but that doesn’t mean I’m perfect.

My demon is drinking. It’s a vice. I admit it. Some days I don’t stick to the recommended two drink a day Heart Association limit. But I try really hard to limit myself. I have to force myself not to take a third, fourth or 90th beer. It’s likely genetic, but there I go self diagnosing again. I don’t know for sure. But it wouldn’t surprise me.

Regardless, I have a couple tricks I do. I make myself a cup of tea rather than crack another beer. After a cup of tea, I will grab a La Croix. It satiates the “need” for bubble and a cold beverage. By the time I finish with that, I’m so tired and ready for bed, that’s what I do. It’s the game I play with myself.

A lot of times I will justify another beer because I’ll sleep better. But I usually don’t sleep better. That’s just something my mind tells my fingers as they’re reaching for the bottle opener. The fact is, I sleep much better after a day when I exercised and drink little to nothing.

Economically, it’s not wise for the body or the bank account. And if I want to live long enough for my little Talulah to reach adulthood, I want to make sure I put limits on alcohol intake.


Sometimes even I wonder if I can tie up one of my posts in a neat package. I’ll leave this one at where I am. Maybe it will spark conversation. Maybe it won’t.

In any event, cheers!



I’m a self-diagnosed schizophrenic?

DSM-IV-TR, the current DSM edition

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According to this Wired magazine article, schizophrenics “aren’t fooled by an optical illusion known as the ‘hollow mask’ that the rest of us fall for because connections between the sensory and conceptual areas of their brains might be on the fritz.”

It gave this video as an example:

I don’t see the mask as convex when it’s concave. I watched it several times and it always appears inverted to me. Does that make me a schizophrenic? Probably not. But sometimes I can’t help but read descriptions of mental illness and wonder if I have one illness or another. I read those descriptions or I catch one of those commercials on TV talking about a new drug for a different illness, and I panic. I must have this one. Surely this one affects me.

Commercial: “When you sit on a plane for a couple hours, do your legs start to hurt? When you stand long hours carrying a heavy camera in your hands, do your legs hurt the next day? Then you suffer from Normal Leg Syndrome. Act now and get 10 years of Normal Leg Antidote for the low price of …”

Don’t the vagaries in commercials like these drive you insane?

Commercial: “Do you wake up in the morning? Do you eat breakfast soon after you wake up? Do you eat lunch around noon and dinner around 6 p.m.? Do you think people should be treated the way Jesus would have treated them? Then you suffer from bleeding-heart liberalism! It’s not too late for you. Wash down these Conservat-o-matic Pills with this tasty Kool-Aid-type drink so you can write off compassion and heart-felt sympathy forever!”

ME: “Yes, that’s me! I can’t believe how precisely this commercial described my symptoms! I must take Conservat-o-matic Pills!”

Commercial: “Do you go to the bathroom after drinking lots of water? Do certain foods in Thailand cause explosive diarrhea? You suffer from Human Normalcy? We have the drug for you!”

ME: “YES! I suffer from Human Normalcy! Now I can finally get help!”

I exhibit some night-time paranoias, but those aren’t DSM-IV characteristics of schizophrenia. Maybe there’s another illness that fits that description. Why do I constantly have to battle thoughts that I suffer from the illnesses? Why do marketing, psychics, quacks and religious ideology convince so many people?

Is acceptance of reality a disease, too? Does accepting things I can smell, touch, feel and hear render me a subject in the DSM-IV?

Have I told you that I suffer from a weird case of the turrets, too? Frequently, I blurt out different phrases. I can’t control it, and when people hear me, I have to write it off as mumbling to myself. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t always the same phrases. When the train goes rumbling by and I’m outside, it gets worse, because my brain knows somehow that no one can hear me. It’s like my brain relishes in being able to say anything out loud that normally would be considered CRAZY.

Unscientifically, I think everyone suffers a little from a variety of mental illnesses. Some people show a little obsessive compulsive disorder. Other people exhibit a little depression. Lots of people suffer from delusions and irrationalities, including me. These things are uncontrollable, methinks.

Or maybe everyone doesn’t exhibit some form of some mental illnesses, except for me and the rest of the wackjobs. Oh no! Run!

In the event that most people do have a little bit of a lot of illnesses, wouldn’t it be better if people recognized that, or had it professionally recognized?

Lots of people self diagnose, and they self medicate with all kinds of drugs.

When you look at me and think I’m crazy, you’re diagnosing me. The secret is out, I do it to you too. Would it hurt that people learned a basic amount of information on normal things that affect normal people so that we could approach the world with similar understandings about the world around us?

Oh yeah, that exists. It’s called college.

The  things that drove me from Christianity — apart from a college education at a Christian college — were the things within Christianity that vaguely affect everyone. Christianity is the oldest fear-inducing miracle drug commercial. It’s like the psychic with his vague predictions.

Christianity: “Do you suffer from desires to have sex? Do you look at women and have an uncontrollable urge to know them in a sexual way? Well, you’re sick and you need our medicine … Yeshua Pills! Yeshua Pills won’t take away the symptoms … but they’ll forgive you after you think about them. And, since you’re sick, you’ll need a steady stream of Yeshua Pills. As long as you’ve got a libido, you’ll need to buy our product. We’ve got an unlimited supply of pills for you … because you’re really fucking sick.”

ME: “YES! I suffer from desires to have sex. I look at women and want to have sex with them! I didn’t know I was sick. But I guess I am. I’m a sick, sick fool. Wait a minute! The medicine doesn’t cure anything … it only induces a need for forgiveness? This medicine isn’t for me.

Christianity: “Do you like pleasure? Do you want to live forever? We have Belief Pills for you! Mix those with Yeshua Pills, and you’ll experience bliss … wait for it … after you die!”

ME: Stop manufacturing ideas to get me to buy your product. Thanks.