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Mental Health

My son went to play little league baseball.
But one day he complained the boys were bothering him.
"Oh, come on, I can't go down there!" I said.
Children don't always behave when you want them to.
What about the danger of bringing guns to school?
I can master child development and
it won't do any good.
There are lawyers who will
deal with nursing home abuse.
What the hell are they running a nursing home for
if they don't want to care for them well?
It doesn't make sense.
I'm sick of people.
I have to live in a rich area to avoid
dangerous people.
Rich people are nice and I get along with them.
Have a baby, but don't forget:
Homeland Security is such an issue.
"Oh, he's so cute," the new parent says.
"Bin Laden just released a new tape,"
the newscaster counters.
Look, I thought I just had to find a happy medium.
I wanted psychology in the neighborhood.
Everybody's got anxiety, fear, and danger in their lives.
A person who loses a son in Iraq is not a psychologist.
I'm kind, I'm altruistic, I care.
Isn't that enough?
So, resolved: having courage and strength of mind
to face each day
is not mental health.
It's a challenge,
and endless challenge causes endless peril.



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