by Professor Zorkophsky, ©2021 

(Jul. 8, 2021) — “When I Dream” (3:26)

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to ‘The Pulse of the Nation,’ the place to hear it here first. As many of you know, after I went to war and came back a basket case, I ended up going to psychiatry school because I wasn’t getting anywhere with the V.A. Matter of fact, I worked for the VA treating nuts just like me but was fired for refusing to push pills down the throats of my patients. You see, the VA wants the nuts calm and quiet, maybe take up a hobby like basket-weaving or finger-painting.

“Actually, I tried painting but the general consensus was that I was Edvard Munch reincarnated times ten, but it wasn’t meant as a compliment. My rural scenes, maybe of a peaceful valley with grazing horses and contented cows, looked as if the animals were screaming; at least that’s what I was told.

Suddenly There’s a Valley” (3:02)

“Long story short, I treated lots of nuts and I’d like to share some of my conclusions. First of all, they don’t like to talk about it, even to me. These people are pretty normal in lots of ways, but one of them isn’t open communication. If Mike Lindell’s book, What are the Odds?*, was available then I would have definitely recommended it to all sufferers of PTSD, combat-induced or not.

“So these Veterans can’t seem to share what is bugging them; the wife doesn’t like it so she cheats; husband discovers that his wife is cheating so he leaves, leaves the wife, the kids, the house and furniture, just packs it up and gone. Guess what? All of a sudden he’s the bad guy in this story and there’s just no way to make it right. The in-laws hate him; his parents are disappointed and, to top it off, he can’t tell anyone that it was his wife’s fault because nobody would believe him anyway.

“So maybe the failures of the sufferers of PTSD are not to blame as everyone thinks they are; maybe the reason why some of them blow their brains out are not what we think. Maybe, just maybe, when they learn that their best friend stabs them in the back, that’s when they blow their brains out.

“So, in the future, maybe the cheating wives could be a little bit more circumspect in stabbing their husbands in the back; anyway, that’s my professional opinion.

“And that’s all we have time for so I’ll be wishing you all a goodnight: Goodnight.

“Good show. Burger time: my treat.”

[*“What are the Odds?’: seriously, if any of you suffer from PTSD or want to get a darn good hint on how to treat the curse, read the book. I figured it out years ago but then discarded the notion. I was living in Daytona Beach and had two really good friends who were in as bad as shape as I; one was Navy, the other Army. We were on the same page as far as avoiding the nightmares, which was good, and then I moved away, which was bad. I was chasing something and never gave a moment’s thought about my mental health or my wife. I paid the price for not opening up and explaining why I was afraid of sleep: sleep leads to nightmares and I was to the point where if I knew for a fact that I was going to have one of those flashback-napalm-nightmares, I would rather have eaten a bullet, believe me. I still feel that way because if you want a bad way to start a new day, have a fright where you wake up lost, alone and you don’t have a weapon; hear the trees burn; smell the rats burn; are sweating and thirsty beyond belief; shaking and have the chills: Good Morning, and what a fine day it is with the wind at your back; top of the mornin’ to you and won’t you have a fine and blessed day?

No, I don’t think so; I don’t think I’ll be up to it, at least not this day, for all that I can look forward to is another episode where I’m riding my last wave, if you get my drift. 

Read the book.]

[Little People report:  The paratroopers are at the Red Wolf enclosure at the Salisbury, Maryland, Zoo, so if any of you want to stop by and say ‘Hello’, please do. Donations to the zoo are appreciated.]

Cat’s in the Cradle” (3:48)

Professor “Trash the masks” Zorkophsky

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