Welcome to another round of “Name Robin’s Condition”! Here is your summary of Robin of Berkeley’s latest presentation:
We all go through it: the harsh wake-up call that things aren’t as they appear to be. [...] Just this week, I’ve been dealing with people undermining me whom I thought I could trust.
As a recovering liberal, I’ve had the shock of a lifetime learning that many of the threats to our country come from within. [...]
With the sabotage going on in my life, last night I couldn’t sleep a wink. I lay in bed disturbed, thinking of these people who want to harm me.
Yes, the correct answer is “paranoia.” Congratulations if you diagnosed this one correctly.
Anyway, over at Sadly, No!, D. Aristophanes has done some very good scholarship on the The Lost Prophesies Of Nostradamus. That inspired us to come up with one of the Lost Limericks of Wingnutland. Here you go:
There once was a therapist from Berkeley
Who claimed that progressives acted quite jerkily.
She would rant and she’d rave
To make them behave.
We hope the Thorazine makes her feel much more perkily.
If you want to write your own, we certainly can’t stop you.
So this broad in Berkeley’s quite odd;
Considers herself like the bard.
A put-upon target from Shakespeare!
But you know her bullshit is fake, dear.
Just a bucket of phobias from God.
Left by heydave on December 14th, 2010