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With all the exulting this country is doing about how Tea Partiers are going to take this country back to the more virtuous times of the Middle Ages, let us not forget to spare some concern for Robin of Berkeley, whom her fellow citizens are trying to mow down. Here’s what happened. Or at least, here’s what Robin says she perceives as having happened.

Someone tried to mow me down the other day. This is what happened: I was driving home from work when suddenly, for no reason, the driver of an oncoming car decided to play with my mind.

Having found the ball-in-a-cup he’d been playing with previously too complicated.

He entered my lane, threatening me with a head-on collusion. Then, at the last possible moment, he pulled away, narrowly averting disaster.

I have no idea why the driver did this. Maybe he didn’t like my driving. Perhaps he was mad at the world. Perhaps he was obeying the little voices in his head.

Perhaps he was one of Robin’s clients, and had never gotten the help he needed.

Out here, anything is possible.

Yeah, in Berkeley random strangers try to kill you on a regular basis, when they aren’t smashing bugs, terrorizing you with their lower-class vibes, and/or menacing your house plants.

Oh, did I mention that he was driving a Prius?

Wow, that explains everything! If he was driving an energy-efficient car, he must have been a LIBERAL, and as we know, they are all prone to random acts of homicide. Case closed!

I’d like to say that this was the first time anyone has messed with me, car-wise, using his vehicle as a weapon. But, believe it or not, another car did the very same thing to me about a year ago on the same block.

Robin, did you notice if it was the same driver? Could it have been, say, your husband behind the wheel?

I’ve started taking another route home, though this is no guarantee that it won’t happen again.

No, it isn’t. I think it’s time for you to learn from Jen Shroder and the prophecy of the scorpion, which is interpreted to mean, “Stay the heck off the roads until you are sane enough to drive.”

A few months ago, in fact, as I was walking along I was almost mangled by a bicycle. The guy was racing his bike faster than the speed of light. He flew around the corner, making no attempt to stop, or even to slow down. Had I not seen him, I would have been flattened like a pancake.

So, to recap, three times in the past year Robin has had scary near-accidents involving moving vehicles. The lesson is clear: the Transformers are here, and out to kill Robin the evil liberals have taken over the country and are out to kill everyone.

And the danger out here is not restricted to moving vehicles. A while back, my husband and I were walking around downtown Berkeley with another couple. Suddenly, a deranged person picked up a bottle and threw it at me.

Fortunately, it hit the sidewalk a few inches away, and shattered into a million pieces. By the look of blind fury in the maniac’s eyes, he clearly wished it were me who had shattered instead.

Again, I have to ask if this was one of Robin’s clients, and if not, if he and the bug-smashing deranged person are colleagues.

Okay, that was the set up. Now, for the point of the story.

Now I don’t have to tell you that a lot of progressives are crazy–with the Left in charge, you probably figured this out a while back. You may be wondering what rock they crawled out from under. Are they on drugs — or off their medications? Well, folks–can you imagine walking, working, and driving among them every single day?

Pity poor Robin, somehow forced against her will to live in Berkeley, where everyone except Robin is CRAZY!

Berkeley is, in my view, a city under siege. It has been since the 1960s, when the Black Panthers established a reign of terror over law-abiding citizens. Somehow, that behavior became normalized, as though unbalanced people were simply part of the colorful passing show.

   

So, it’s all the Black Panthers’ fault that none of Robin’s disturbed clients ever get better.

With the progressives in charge, we see the same phenomenon nationwide: unacceptable behavior regarded as acceptable. Liberals don’t blink an eye when conservative women are called vile words meant to terrorize and degrade.

Personally, I refuse to live in a world where Sarah Palins can be terrorized and degraded with words like “unqualified” and “quitter.”

And other psychopathic behavior from the Left, such as biting off an opponent’s finger, doesn’t warrant even a blip on the evening news.

Did Harry Reid bite off Sharron Angle’s finger again, and the MSM refused to cover it? (Seriously, what is she talking about?)

Anyway, that is how the piece ends: with a bitten off finger. The whole story reminds me of a Berkeley production of “Suddenly, Last Summer.”

Oh, but if you go to the top of the page, you learn a bit more:

Robin is a recovering liberal, and a licensed psychotherapist in Berkeley, California. She has written about 70 articles for American Thinker, and has also penned material for Front Page Magazine, NewsReal, and Bookworm Room. Robin has been interviewed in a number of talk-radio venues, including those of Michael Savage and Rusty Humphries.

The above information is intended for entertainment and educational purposes, rather than to offer any kind of definitive diagnoses.

While I am entertained by Robin, I also feel that her work offers a definitive diagnosis: looney tunes.

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I forget the details, but Robin is alluding to an incident at a healthcare protest over a year ago, in which a man punched someone in the face and ended up having part of his pinky finger bitten off. He was on medicare though, and doctors were able to reattach it.

You’d think if anyone understood the concept of psychological projection it would be a licensed psychotherapist, but maybe the issue here is one of word spacing and Robin is actually a licensed psycho therapist. It’s like the old Leo Rosten quip “The rapists tell us…” those stray spaces, or lack thereof, can make for a world of difference in the perceived meaning.

In any case, Robin is beginning to sound like she’s channeling David Horowitz and there’s no cure for that disease.

Time to move to Berkeley. A place where I’d have a near-miss with a shitty driver only three times a year sounds like paradise. Here in St. Louis, I rarely get through a week without some damn fool behind the wheel nearly killing me.

Besides, most crappy driving seems to be rooted in self-absorption: Too may drivers just can’t be bothered to pay attention to anything going on around them. Not that Robin would appear to be the kind of person who would find self-absorption to be an actual defect; I wonder how many other drivers have thought she was trying to kill them?

Does she have some sort of program to write her columns? Just type in the crappy things that happened that day and it shits out “hence LIEBRALS”. “Today the pantyhose I just brought got a run in them I BLAME THE LIBERALS ATTACK ON AMERICAN CAPITALISM.”

You’d think if anyone understood the concept of psychological projection it would be a licensed psychotherapist, but maybe the issue here is one of word spacing and Robin is actually a licensed psycho therapist. It’s like the old Leo Rosten quip “The rapists tell us…” those stray spaces, or lack thereof, can make for a world of difference in the perceived meaning.

Good point. And that reminds me of one of my favorited running gags on “Arrested Development”: Tobias combining the roles of therapist and analyst, then describing himself on business cards as an “analrapist.”

threatening me with a head-on collusion

YOU MUST WORK WITH LIBERALS!!!

Not that Robin would appear to be the kind of person who would find self-absorption to be an actual defect

Certainly not, at least not for her. I mean it couldn’t just be that some dork strayed out of his lane while digging around for a CD or something; that scenario doesn’t include Robin as a central figure.

“The guy was racing his bike faster than the speed of light. . . Had I not seen him . . .” Do I need a Ph.D. in quantum physics to call bullshit on this one? (Okay, yeah, I know, poetic license, blah blah blah…)

The lady sounds paranoid, that’s all. Everything that happens near her is directed AT her. I mean, if her map of reality is any good, won’t these strange incidents rapidly fall off in frequency now that Repubs have a majority in the House? Tune in next week and find out!

A bunch of you have already said it more cleverly – sheesh, this woman is suffering delusions of persecution. I can imagine her marriage is hopelessly codependent; her husband must have his hands full with constant comfort for these “attacks.”

Is is wrong to laugh at the mentally ill? what about the mentally ill that clearly have no business treating the mentally ill? Wheels within wheels. Questions within questions. Where are my pills? Nurse!

That Robin, grr. We should be so lucky to be so popular to be “near missed” that many times. Sheesh. She’s, like, practically almost a martyr!

Berkeley is, in my view, a city under siege. It has been since the 1960s, when the Black Panthers established a reign of terror over law-abiding citizens. Somehow, that behavior became normalized, as though unbalanced people were simply part of the colorful passing show….

“Robin is a recovering liberal, and a licensed psychotherapist in Berkeley, California.”

Jesus Christ, the Black Panthers won’t let you move? It’s worse than I thought.

“…Jesus Christ, the Black Panthers won’t let you move? It’s worse than I thought.”

No shit. Robin…attention, ROBIN OF BERKELEY, may I suggest that you move to some place more congenial? Actually, no one is going to like you, but if you get run over in, say, Macquoketa, Iowa, you can at least be comforted knowing that it was just an accidental accident.

another car did the very same thing to me about a year ago on the same block.

you’d think after the first time she’d remember the sign with the red circle with the horizontal white bar reading “no entry” along with the various “one way” signs and arrows apply to her as well

The guy was racing his bike faster than the speed of light.

well, the cyclist thought the light was blue, so he can hardly be blamed

“well, the cyclist thought the light was blue, so he can hardly be blamed”

Perhaps the cyclist was worried he’d miss his twin’s 100th birthday.

I work with a young woman very much like Robin. She believes that everything, and I mean everything, that someone does that she disagrees with or causes her inconvenience was a deliberate act of malicious intent. It’s rather sad that she is so young (mid-20s) and so unhappy, but it does get exhausting listening to her rant about this kind of shit.

Unfortunately, I’m inclined to believe this outlook on life is all too common to the American perspective on things.

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That sounds a lot like paranoid personality disorder. I supervised a woman with that disorder for 8 years. Not pleasant. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paranoid_personality_disorder
Robin of Berkeley may have this as well.

As I thought after her bug smashing incident – what? a crazy rude homeless guy in the bay area? That’s unpossible!

I now add a small addendum – what? a crazy rude cyclist on an urban sidewalk? That’s unpossible!

As to the first segment in Robin of Berkeley’s Treehouse of Horror (Worst. Episode. Ever!), she might gain some insight from . Of course, before the Liberal Apocalypse of the Blackity Black Black Panthers taking over Berkeley, there weren’t any of these so-called “cellular mobile telephones” to distract drivers while driving, so I think it’s safe to presume that wireless communications are just a big liberal plot to frighten Robin, the poor dear.

I almost want to move to Berkley to encourage this woman’s delusions further, hopefully causing her to have a full break.
I mean seriously, a driver cut you off, a bicycle almost hit you? These are not symptoms of anything except life. What’s next, the Starbucks bitch (because barista rhymes with Sandinista) gave her a whole milk latte WHEN SHE CLEARLY ASK FOR A SKIM LATTE YOU HORRIBLE LIBERAL WITCH!!!!!!? Think what some randomly placed objects, like a ripped teddy bear or a stick stuck in the ground or three rocks placed on her porch, could do.

Robin sounds like one very delicate flower.

I mean, confusing an inattentive driver with murderous leanings? Shit, I live in a college town where sharing the roadways with the flower of youth just about means wearing a bullseye on you and your car.

But seriously, for you people to make fun of her just because she’s a self-absorbed, clueless, whiny twatwaddle is just beyond the pale and mean.

Actually, the mean streets of Maquoketa would not be a suitable place for her. But they do have lovely caves that I’m sure would just echo with threat toward Robin’s existence.

Hey, I just found a note on my windscreen this morning (and no, I don’t drive a Prius).

wE PrIUSes aRe TAkiG oVeR fRom oUR ‘DRiVerS’! dEAtH tO hUMans!

Sounds like Robin already found out. I, for one, welcome our new Priusian Overlords.

Someone tried to mow me down the other day.

Maybe if you waxed down there, or got a Brazilian…

He entered my lane, threatening me with a head-on collusion. Then, at the last possible moment, he pulled away, narrowly averting disaster.

I have no idea why the driver did this. Maybe he didn’t like my driving. Perhaps he was mad at the world. Perhaps he was obeying the little voices in his head.

Maybe he dropped something on his foot and lost momentary control of his car. Maybe he sneezed really hard and his car drifted.

And maybe you’re just a paranoid psychotic.

I’d like to say that this was the first time anyone has messed with me, car-wise, using his vehicle as a weapon. But, believe it or not, another car did the very same thing to me about a year ago on the same block.

Note to Robin: Perhaps you should take a longer route to work. Driving your car that one block seems pretty dangerous.

A few months ago, in fact, as I was walking along I was almost mangled by a bicycle. The guy was racing his bike faster than the speed of light. He flew around the corner, making no attempt to stop, or even to slow down. Had I not seen him, I would have been flattened like a pancake.

Of course, a) the cyclist should not have been riding on the side…oh? He was in the street?

Nevermind. Yer an idjit, Robin!

And the danger out here is not restricted to moving vehicles. A while back, my husband and I were walking around downtown Berkeley with another couple. Suddenly, a deranged person picked up a bottle and threw it at me.

Y’know, in an enlightened and liberal society, this man would be in a home, getting the help he needs, funded by taxpayers concerned about the violence that homeless people who need treatment might inflict on the community.

Just, you know, sayin’!

Well, folks–can you imagine walking, working, and driving among them every single day?

Oddly enough, I live in one of the bluest neighborhoods in the one of the bluest cities in the country.

We don’t have many car accidents, at least until the redneck muthafookin’ commuters park on our streets…

And other psychopathic behavior from the Left, such as biting off an opponent’s finger, doesn’t warrant even a blip on the evening news.

Unlike a Rand Paul supporter stomping on a woman peacefully holding a sign and trying to ask Paul a question.

Oh wait, you might not have seen that story, I guess…

I, for one, welcome our new Priusian Overlords.

I can haz hybrurger?

Someone tried to mow me down the other day.

– Maybe if you waxed down there, or got a Brazilian…

actor wins the intertubes for today.

And owes me a new monitor.

Well, Robin of Berkeley reminds me of the old joke about why psychologists become psychologists: to find out what’s wrong with themselves.

trashfire: if her map of reality is any good, won’t these strange incidents rapidly fall off in frequency now that Repubs have a majority in the House?

Good Lord, no. It’ll only get worse; TEH LIBERALS will be getting desperate now.

Brave Sir Robin needs to spend some time in Boston, where the drivers really are out to get you – intimidation is considered a legitimate driving tactic. I once spent a week in Berkeley. The only traffic hazard I noticed was that drivers weren’t used to pedestrians popping out into the street randomly.

I have lived in northern California for almost 50 years now and in the Bay Area most of my adult life, and I have no recollection of the Black Panthers taking over Berkeley.

Robin is alluding to an incident at a healthcare protest over a year ago, in which a man punched someone in the face and ended up having part of his pinky finger bitten off.

Oh phew, there actually is some basis for that comment. I got scared there for a minute that Robin had confused reality with The Lord of the Rings.

Liberals don’t blink an eye when conservative women are called vile words meant to terrorize and degrade.

I guess Robin somehow didn’t notice when males of all political persuasions were calling Hillary Clinton a c*nt.

“A few months ago, in fact, as I was walking along I was almost mangled by a bicycle. The guy was racing his bike faster than the speed of light. He flew around the corner, making no attempt to stop, or even to slow down. Had I not seen him, I would have been flattened like a pancake.

I can’t quite parse this. Can you be mangled and flattened like a pancake? How could she expect him to stop on a FTL bike or even slow down? It takes forever to pedal one of those things up to speed. I’m surprised he could even turn a corner. I doubt if she saw him coming. Or going. It is more likely he passed right through her, setting off one of those detectors. Like the ones she uses to detect incoming gangbangers in souped up minivans trolling for candy.

I guess Robin somehow didn’t notice when males of all political persuasions were calling Hillary Clinton a c*nt.

Might be worth pointing this out to her, you know…

I’ve been hit by a car, a forklift, a bicycle, a skateboarder, a handtruck, and any number of grocery carts. I’m pretty sure no one’s out to get me, I suspect I’m just an incautious/hard to see pedestrian. The only one that was definitely not my fault was the car that fucked up my life. The rest of them? Well, I knock myself into walls on a regular basis, so let’s not pretend I’m agile or anything.

Could someone please explain to me why I, a diagnosed and improperly medicated paranoid schizophrenic, am less paranoid than apparently half of the people in our political discourse? This bodes poorly for our democracy.

Rugosa nailed it: Bay area drivers are cute kittens to the crazed tigers of Boston, who do drive with homicidal intent. Now rather than move to Iowa, perhaps she should try Italy. Then she could be Robin of Rome, we’d believe her, might even sympathize when she told us Italian drivers were nuts. Plus the alliteration.

I have to agree on Boston drivers. As a pedestrian there for about 25 years, I learned that a yellow traffic light doesn’t mean “caution, get ready to stop,” it means “SPEED THE FUCK UP!!11!” Red lights are merely a suggestion that there might be vehicles crossing your lane of travel.

I have driven in both Rome and Boston and I must say that Rome drivers are crazier.

“Robin has been interviewed in a number of talk-radio venues, including those of Michael Savage and Rusty Humphries.”

A Rusty Humphry is very much like a Dirty Sanchez only more Episcopalian.

You guys are a scream. Too bad Robin’s got the humor of a woodlouse, she’s missing some great stuff at her expense here.

Hysterical Woman’s theory that Robin has a computer program that automatically inserts LIBERAL SCUM every 200 syllables or so makes sense. Or maybe R. is just brown-nosing her (purported) readership. There’s no logical sane way to get from Priuses to speeding cyclists to the Black Panthers.

I, too, subvocally curse sidewalk cyclists who have come up silently from behind, streaked past a couple of inches away, and would undoubtedly have both mangled and flattened me if I had happened to veer slightly off my course at the wrong instant. But I don’t ascribe it to their politics. I ascribe it to the fact that they are young farts, and that I am an old fart who can remember when every bicycle had a goddam bell on it.

Perhaps we should club together and get Robin a bell.

Also, as well, I wish somebody would mow me down. My lawn is in terrible shape. But first, because of all the leaves, they’d have to blo… ah, never mind.

Michael Savage rides a bike.

Or at least, claims to.

Something to say?