I Saw The Best Minds…

The shrinks and the mental health hustlers are whining that they don’t have enough money to treat what they call “substance abuse disorder”, which is psychobabble for choosing destructive, stupid behavior. Why do you think they call it dope? http://levittownnow.com/2017/07/24/opioid-treatment-funds-in-senate-bill-would-fall-far-short-of-needs/

When you are hooked on something, nothing matters except self-satisfaction, whether getting high on drugs, drunk on booze, or even smoking cigarettes. On an episode of Twin Peaks, a guy managed to walk away from the edge of a nuclear blast. He wondered through the New Mexico desert with an unlit cigarette. He asked the first people he came across “got a light? Got a light?” Over and over again.

https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=got+a+light+twin+peaks+full+video&&view=detail&mid=B13593F8C3E743C3BCFEB13593F8C3E743C3BCFE&rvsmid=21337ED4469438098FB621337ED4469438098FB6&fsscr=0&FORM=VDMCNR

Without more money, Jennifer Smith, Pennsylvania’s acting secretary for the Department of Drug and Alcohol Programs, said druggies will be desperate to support their habit and will end up with a criminal record! I thought that using and possessing drugs was criminal! The drug trade has nothing to do with customers doing dope does it? Maybe this substance disorder is contagious, picked up from exposure from passing drug dealers in public areas.

What’s more, Secretary Smith added, is that this “disorder” creates homelessness. So, according to those on the front lines of the opioid war, if we fork over more money to the official state drug rehab industry, we can prevent homelessness!

Unless you’ve been living on Mars and don’t have satellite transmission, you’ll know that people from all walks of life are doing dope. As Bob Dylan sang “everybody must get stoned!”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnoxKXkPqEE

How prophetic was beat poet Allen Ginsberg with the opening to his poem Howl: “I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.

Back in 1955, when the beat poet wrote Howl, freaky people like Ginsberg were on the fringe of society. The Beat Generation sought meaning from life in an industrialize society but concluded that “society sucked.” Today, this view that because life has no meaning, anything goes and it’s cool to escape this though sex, drugs and rock and roll was celebrated at Woodstock and is becoming the new normal –more mainstream.

Dumping money on a problem doesn’t automatically fix it. More and more money to fight the drug war but the problem appears to be getting worse.  Albert Einstein is said to define insanity as doing something over and over again and expecting a different result.

Drug and alcohol abuse can lead to homelessness, but that’s not the only cause. The economy, driven by progressive social engineering, particularly during FDR’s New Raw Deal, wrought massive homelessness. Decent, working men were heavily taxed and businesses were heavily taxed and regulated. Consequently, men became hobos who hopped trains to look for food and work. Government overreach, for example paying the large farm conglomerates to burn crops to increase prices, favored the fat cats at the expense of the average person, the middle class.

The Great Depression was not just an economic depression; it was a moral depression. Leading up to the depression was a world of gangsters and corrupt politicians.

The opioid epidemic is not just about people doing dope; it’s a moral issue, a result of people looking for meaning in life by trying to escape reality, rather than to deal with it.

Rather than making druggies victims and saying they have a disease, besides just saying “no” to drugs, they should get involved in a 12-step program, which addresses the spiritual/moral part of the problem. Medical doctors and nurses can deal with the medical end of the problem.

Historically, the 12-step program has been very successful. I know of one homeless person in Bucks County, PA who went through a 12-step program as has really gotten his act together.

He brought them out of darkness, the utter darkness, and broke away their chains.”
-Psalm 107:14

All The King’s Horses

I look around and see people destroying themselves with drugs and booze, fighting with one another, trying to get over on one another, stealing from others, especially the weak. I’ve witnessed the callous treatment of the homeless in Bucks County PA. To quote Bob Dylan “Because something is happening here but you don’t know what it is

Do you, Mr. Jones?”

The government of Bucks County, PA has been creating imperious rules in order to coral the homeless and fence them out. In the complex in Levittown that houses the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, the public library and the municipal building, draconian visiting restrictions were posted because some people were not being discreet about using the area. They were putting up more and more tents and leaving them up during the day, were not disposing of trash property, were drinking and using drugs and doing other things to attract attention.

And as I pointed out in previous blogs, most of the problems in lower Bucks County is a result of the mushroom cloud of recovery houses, from which Frankenstein monsters are unleashed on the public.

Some of the homeless who camped out simply because they had nowhere else to go respected the area and were discreet, yet they were pushed out.

A law was recently passed in Indianapolis, Indiana that prohibits authorities from evicting the homeless from public places until they have an alternative place for the homeless to go. In Bucks County, officials put up a smoke screen – a phone number for housing assistance. Call that number and you’ll find there’s no room in the Inn.

There is a possibility – if you are willing to be Shanghaied by the opportunistic mental health hustlers – the Werewolves of Penndel (howl-ewe, howl-ewe…).

I saw Alan Johnson with a clipboard in his hand

Howl-ewe, howl-ewe

Going to the Veteran’s Memorial being a pain

Howl-ewe Werewolves of Penndel

Better not be taken in

By his welcome grin

You don’t want to be shanghaied by that sailor

Howl-ewe Werewolves of Penndel

I saw Chris Cramp at a homeless and needy meal

His lair trap was perfect

Howl-ewe

I talked with Alan Johnson at the library

He played let’s make a deal – lie for me

Howl-ewe, howl-ewe…

People keep telling me that Penndel Mental Health Center does not help them. In fact, the legal dope pushers make people worse. This has been my experience when I, out of desperation, and after listening to the bad advice from the local Salvation Army, went there for anxiety and depression.

All the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t put broken people back together again.

Only God can.

What drives the establishment’s policy towards the homeless is the culture – a godless culture, a culture of death, where judgmentalism and other non-Christian values reign and compassion and other Christian values are lacking. The church, Christians need to influence the culture by stepping up and putting their faith into action.

When the culture changes, policy will follow.

The church has been reaching out to the homeless and has been showing compassion. They’ve help with their physical needs and have accepted the homeless unconditionally and have shown they care. The problem in our country is that the government, with it’s welfare and other programs, driven by self interest and worldly motives, has usurped the church’s mission. We need to push the government aside, the way Bucks County is pushing out the homeless, and become that beacon on the hill, shining the light of truth on the world.

“We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God.”

-2nd Corinthians 5:20

Curiouser and Curiouser

Curiouser and curiouser!” Cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English).

Here in lower Bucks County, PA, the authorities push to drive the homeless away from the Veterans Memorial and vicinity is getting curiouser and curiouser. Yesterday a sign was put up in the parking lots outside the library and municipal building with rules, including the hours people can visit the area. What’s curious is that it reads that it applies to the government services campus.

The memorial, which guards, accompanied on occasion by Sheriff’s Deputy’s, have been trying to chase the homeless from, is not a part of the government services campus. Although perhaps technically under the watch of Bucks County, the memorial was put up by the Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW). The local VFW is OK with the homeless resting at the memorial, and even welcomes them, as the clean up and watch over the place.

Much of the animosity and consequent push to get the homeless out is driven by the employees at the WIC office in the municipal building, which faces the memorial. As I mentioned on a previous blog, two homeless women, one with COPD who just came in one winter morning during business hours to get warm for a short time were driven out, just because they were homeless. I believe that these government leeches were the prime movers for this sign.

Surprise, Surprise!  Not! I was not surprised yesterday when I saw Alan Johnson and other county mental health hustlers at the memorial. I know first hand about Alan. He told me he would offer me housing in exchange for me getting on SSD and labeling myself as being so mentally messed up that I can never work again. I told him that was fraud and declined. Just last night at a community dinner someone told me that at a Code Blue, Alan tricked him into getting on SSD. He, like others, have been put up in housing in return for subscribing to mental health services.

Bucks County has a history of hustling its taxpayer funded mental health services to homeless people.

I did some research and found that Alan and other hustlers from Penndel Mental Health Center went to tent city meet and greets, and during evictions to bamboozle the homeless into signing up for mental health clinics so they can get their taxpayer funded funds. They’ve also been showing up at Code Blues and even at community meals for the homeless and needy.

Put 2 and 2 together. The county is not offering housing, unless you call that housing assistance number housing, which takes 1-2 years to get on board. The County Mental Health Department, of which the municipal building is part of, will give housing readily if the homeless by offering them a taxpayer voucher/ticket to get aboard the Disoriented Express.

People should have a choice where they go for help in the free market. I went to Penndel Mental Health after suffering from acute anxiety and depression after I lost my job, etc. I would not go there again. They rely too heavily on drugs to control behavior. My anxiety actually got worse with the medicine they prescribed me. I believe they are in cahoots with Big Pharm.

I dealt with my issues another way — through the church and faith based programs. The churches can help the homeless better than secular psychology. People should have a choice in the free market and not be shanghaied.

Just a disclaimer, to my knowledge, Bucks County Health Department hasn’t put any homeless people in an insane asylum, but there is a quid pro quo that if homeless people sign up, they can get housing more readily than through other avenues, much the way registration in the Democratic party is a talisman for illegals to enter our country, and I’m not talking about a sick bird.

Don’t Think Freely (parody of Buck Owen’s Act Naturally)

Well, they’re going to put me in the nuthouse

They want to make a monkey out of me

Well, they’re going to put me in the nuthouse

And all they have to do

Is round up me

 

Well, they are going have to chase me real far

They’re going to hunt me and they can’t really tell

If I really need to be in the nuthouse

They expect me to play the part for them real well

 

I hope you’ll come and see me in the nuthouse

Maybe you can slip me a file in some cake

I hope you’ll come and see me in the nuthouse

Where I’m all doped up and can’t think freely

 

They want to put me in the nuthouse

That’s because they don’t think I am OK

Well the only reason that I’m in the nuthouse

Is because I’m homeless in Bucks County PA

 

Well, they are going have to chase me real far

They’re going to hunt me and they can’t really tell

If I really need to be in the nuthouse

They expect me to play the part for them real well

 

I’ll be a homeless collection in the nuthouse

From the state they want to collect their precious bounty

I’ll be a monkey caged there in the nuthouse

Where I’m all doped up and can’t think freely

 

They’re going to put me in the nuthouse

Where I’m all doped up and can’t think freely

 

Dupe-dupe a looney Dupe-dup a looney Dupe-dupe a looney…

They’re coming to take me away ah-hah he-he ah-hah ah-hah he-he ah-hah he-he…