yeuypga1
2008-09-19 11:43:52 UTC
This is a hypothetical dialogue, between analyst and non-sheepish patient, purportedly
one of many *forced* interviews, mandated by any of various authorities under any of
various circumstances, too numerous to list each possibility:
Psychiatrist to patient Joe: Please fill out this lengthy form
Patient Joe: I don't fill out forms; I know all too well of your corruptions; if
there's something you want to know, then ask me
doc: What's your name?
joe: What's it to you?
doc: I need it for my records
joe: It carries no weight in gauging a person's competence
doc: Agreed
joe: Then I needn't supply it
doc: I still need it for my records
joe: That only tells me where you'll store the info; I still need to know how it
factors in; I know all too well of your corruptions
doc: It's a marker, is all
joe: It betrays my national origin, and you might harbor personal prejudices against
one or another nationality; I know all too well of your corruptions
doc: The State requires me to collect and store this info up front; it won't prejudice
me, since I am 100% professionally detached and 1000% pure of heart
joe: Sure, sure; I know all too well of your corruptions; and I don't think the State
makes
it its business to interlope between doctor and patient. You claim it's the Law, but
cite that law, chapter and verse, or show it to me from a law book
doc: I haven't that available
joe: Then you can just forget about collecting extraneous personal info about me! Ask
me a question that tends to differentiate the sane from the not-so-sane, and I'll
answer
doc: [asks questions presumptively indicative of mental competence eg. "name the last
5 US presidents" and "count backward by 7's from 98", etcetera]
joe: [answers all of doc's questions with perfect accuracy, and then says] Then I'm
okay and I can go home now, knowing that you awarded me a clean bill of health?
doc: No, it's not that simple; I have many many more inquiries
joe: I know all too well of your corruptions, so you can take your filthy lying
inquest and you can stick it where the Sun don't shine!
doc: Oh, you're *definitely* a whack job; a hopeless case in fact; and I'm writing you
up as such!
one of many *forced* interviews, mandated by any of various authorities under any of
various circumstances, too numerous to list each possibility:
Psychiatrist to patient Joe: Please fill out this lengthy form
Patient Joe: I don't fill out forms; I know all too well of your corruptions; if
there's something you want to know, then ask me
doc: What's your name?
joe: What's it to you?
doc: I need it for my records
joe: It carries no weight in gauging a person's competence
doc: Agreed
joe: Then I needn't supply it
doc: I still need it for my records
joe: That only tells me where you'll store the info; I still need to know how it
factors in; I know all too well of your corruptions
doc: It's a marker, is all
joe: It betrays my national origin, and you might harbor personal prejudices against
one or another nationality; I know all too well of your corruptions
doc: The State requires me to collect and store this info up front; it won't prejudice
me, since I am 100% professionally detached and 1000% pure of heart
joe: Sure, sure; I know all too well of your corruptions; and I don't think the State
makes
it its business to interlope between doctor and patient. You claim it's the Law, but
cite that law, chapter and verse, or show it to me from a law book
doc: I haven't that available
joe: Then you can just forget about collecting extraneous personal info about me! Ask
me a question that tends to differentiate the sane from the not-so-sane, and I'll
answer
doc: [asks questions presumptively indicative of mental competence eg. "name the last
5 US presidents" and "count backward by 7's from 98", etcetera]
joe: [answers all of doc's questions with perfect accuracy, and then says] Then I'm
okay and I can go home now, knowing that you awarded me a clean bill of health?
doc: No, it's not that simple; I have many many more inquiries
joe: I know all too well of your corruptions, so you can take your filthy lying
inquest and you can stick it where the Sun don't shine!
doc: Oh, you're *definitely* a whack job; a hopeless case in fact; and I'm writing you
up as such!