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Anonymous Coward User ID: 74898188 United States 03/16/2018 09:59 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Body wanded, purse searched, driver's license looked at and noted, name tagged with security guard's initials. Quoting: Your Crazy Mom So I, me, 53yo fat housewife, t-shirt & jeans, can pop into my doctor's reception area and pick up a prescription waiting in an envelope. I guess you could say I'm triggered. I went off. Right there. At the hospital entrance, through to the reception area two feet behind him, signed for my scrip producing ID AGAIN, wished everyone a great day and thank you and went out the door. Still triggered. I shit you not. But I was 'professional'. In all my actions except what was coming out of my mouth, at a normal tone of voice, not yelling, but if you were within 10 feet you knew I was having a conversation with the guard and receptionist and the lady behind me "in line" to be wanded. Mostly it went, "Holy crap! Is this what we've come to?!" And I waited for answers. Most of which went like, "It's the day we live in," cheerfully yet resignedly intoned. "And we're just going to take it?!" I pursued. Shrug. Deer in headlights look. Followed by, "Well, it's important to be safe." I was silent but shaking me head in wonder and shock. And then it came to me. "Wasn't it Benjamin Franklin who said, 'Those who give up liberty for safety deserve neither'?" Shrug. Deer in headlights look. Me now staring, "Oh my God. We're so done." (Pause, finishing transaction. Wanding, signing.) Looking up, I said with unfeigned but well-practiced polite cheer, "But have a great weekend and thanks!" Smiling while continually and slowly shaking my head, and I'm sure I had the thousand-yard stare. I simply could not believe it. This small community hospital went from one pimple-faced kid in an orange-domed Ford Ranger prowling the parking lots. You could park right in front of drop-off with impunity and never be cited, but we don't because we're a polite town. And now I parked in the loading zone, popped in the door, and WHAM! You now live in Tel Aviv. There's danger around every corner and coming down every corridor and we are here to protect you! After we slam up into your day with a personal shakedown, no matter how polite and still pimply I am. And by the way, quote, "Do you have anything sharp on you?" "I... don't... think... so..." comes out day-dreamily. I need that scrip. I have to pick it up every month because it's some controlled substance that's evidently worth money on the street. I wouldn't know how much or where to go about nailing that value down, but that's what I'm assuming. Grandma. 53. Fat housewife. Very cheerful and kind at all times. Unless something else is in order. I'm a sheep dog. I still have blooming adults under my own, roof, and I'll protect my neighbors children as if they're mine if they're hurt, upset, in danger, hungry, or about to take a bullet. Those who can relate know who you are, and I suspect that's most of the core group here. So, yeah, I'm triggered. And they know it. And because this was a doctor's/hospital setting at which I am a patient every six months, and signed for my monthly scrip, I'm sure they mentioned to my doctor that I was 'a bit upset' or something along those lines. I just walked in the door, sat down, and wrote this. I fully expect my phone to ring with said doctor asking if I'm okay. Or, I fully expect one of our two small-town cops to knock on my door doing 'a welfare check.' Or nothing. I don't know what to expect. Because that's the world we live in. *** There are probably more installments of this to come, as my mind raced on the drive home and my husband would not answer his phone. I went from outrage to literal tear-streaming despair between the 10 minutes from there to here. I may try to capture it all, as it was both expansive and frightening. Our future, I think we're done. / Was your script a cure for...A Bug Up Your Ass ?? . |
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(OP) User ID: 39845140 United States 03/16/2018 10:29 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | You and I are on the same crazy train. Quoting: Old Bat 71518620 I can totally relate. This is not the way it's supposed to be. Something is VERY WRONG these days. I've turned into a semi-recluse because of it. I've pretty much become one too, because the idiocracy seems to abound. But this was another step. We've really lost it as a free people, the boiled frogs, the lid is now on the pot. When I stopped in the parking lot to call my husband who didn't answer, I randomly parked behind a pickup truck with like 10 stickers on it like 'don't tread on me' and 'nra' and 'veteran stuff' etc. Yet, that truck owner, was right inside that facility like I had just been. He went right on in just like me. We truly are keyboard warriors. We've ranted and raved online long enough for the lid to be on tight now. I've got maybe 20 years left. I hope I can live those out here and not be forced into some warehouse for dissidents. LOL, I reckon. / |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 74898188 United States 03/16/2018 10:34 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | You and I are on the same crazy train. Quoting: Old Bat 71518620 I can totally relate. This is not the way it's supposed to be. Something is VERY WRONG these days. I've turned into a semi-recluse because of it. I've pretty much become one too, because the idiocracy seems to abound. But this was another step. We've really lost it as a free people, the boiled frogs, the lid is now on the pot. When I stopped in the parking lot to call my husband who didn't answer, I randomly parked behind a pickup truck with like 10 stickers on it like 'don't tread on me' and 'nra' and 'veteran stuff' etc. Yet, that truck owner, was right inside that facility like I had just been. He went right on in just like me. We truly are keyboard warriors. We've ranted and raved online long enough for the lid to be on tight now. I've got maybe 20 years left. I hope I can live those out here and not be forced into some warehouse for dissidents. LOL, I reckon. / You on the Trump Train to FEMA Campville Baby, ENJOY THE RIDE !!!! . |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 71518620 United States 03/16/2018 10:38 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | You and I are on the same crazy train. Quoting: Old Bat 71518620 I can totally relate. This is not the way it's supposed to be. Something is VERY WRONG these days. I've turned into a semi-recluse because of it. I've pretty much become one too, because the idiocracy seems to abound. But this was another step. We've really lost it as a free people, the boiled frogs, the lid is now on the pot. When I stopped in the parking lot to call my husband who didn't answer, I randomly parked behind a pickup truck with like 10 stickers on it like 'don't tread on me' and 'nra' and 'veteran stuff' etc. Yet, that truck owner, was right inside that facility like I had just been. He went right on in just like me. We truly are keyboard warriors. We've ranted and raved online long enough for the lid to be on tight now. I've got maybe 20 years left. I hope I can live those out here and not be forced into some warehouse for dissidents. LOL, I reckon. / I think the proverbial frog is hard boiled. It's dead. You are a lot more optimistic that I am. I couldn't take this crappola for 20 years. I hope I croak before the gov't bus shows up for Camp Fema. I'd rather take a bullet. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 3557643 United Kingdom 03/16/2018 10:53 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Body wanded, purse searched, driver's license looked at and noted, name tagged with security guard's initials. Quoting: Your Crazy Mom So I, me, 53yo fat housewife, t-shirt & jeans, can pop into my doctor's reception area and pick up a prescription waiting in an envelope. I guess you could say I'm triggered. I went off. Right there. At the hospital entrance, through to the reception area two feet behind him, signed for my scrip producing ID AGAIN, wished everyone a great day and thank you and went out the door. Still triggered. I shit you not. But I was 'professional'. In all my actions except what was coming out of my mouth, at a normal tone of voice, not yelling, but if you were within 10 feet you knew I was having a conversation with the guard and receptionist and the lady behind me "in line" to be wanded. Mostly it went, "Holy crap! Is this what we've come to?!" And I waited for answers. Most of which went like, "It's the day we live in," cheerfully yet resignedly intoned. "And we're just going to take it?!" I pursued. Shrug. Deer in headlights look. Followed by, "Well, it's important to be safe." I was silent but shaking me head in wonder and shock. And then it came to me. "Wasn't it Benjamin Franklin who said, 'Those who give up liberty for safety deserve neither'?" Shrug. Deer in headlights look. Me now staring, "Oh my God. We're so done." (Pause, finishing transaction. Wanding, signing.) Looking up, I said with unfeigned but well-practiced polite cheer, "But have a great weekend and thanks!" Smiling while continually and slowly shaking my head, and I'm sure I had the thousand-yard stare. I simply could not believe it. This small community hospital went from one pimple-faced kid in an orange-domed Ford Ranger prowling the parking lots. You could park right in front of drop-off with impunity and never be cited, but we don't because we're a polite town. And now I parked in the loading zone, popped in the door, and WHAM! You now live in Tel Aviv. There's danger around every corner and coming down every corridor and we are here to protect you! After we slam up into your day with a personal shakedown, no matter how polite and still pimply I am. And by the way, quote, "Do you have anything sharp on you?" "I... don't... think... so..." comes out day-dreamily. I need that scrip. I have to pick it up every month because it's some controlled substance that's evidently worth money on the street. I wouldn't know how much or where to go about nailing that value down, but that's what I'm assuming. Grandma. 53. Fat housewife. Very cheerful and kind at all times. Unless something else is in order. I'm a sheep dog. I still have blooming adults under my own, roof, and I'll protect my neighbors children as if they're mine if they're hurt, upset, in danger, hungry, or about to take a bullet. Those who can relate know who you are, and I suspect that's most of the core group here. So, yeah, I'm triggered. And they know it. And because this was a doctor's/hospital setting at which I am a patient every six months, and signed for my monthly scrip, I'm sure they mentioned to my doctor that I was 'a bit upset' or something along those lines. I just walked in the door, sat down, and wrote this. I fully expect my phone to ring with said doctor asking if I'm okay. Or, I fully expect one of our two small-town cops to knock on my door doing 'a welfare check.' Or nothing. I don't know what to expect. Because that's the world we live in. *** There are probably more installments of this to come, as my mind raced on the drive home and my husband would not answer his phone. I went from outrage to literal tear-streaming despair between the 10 minutes from there to here. I may try to capture it all, as it was both expansive and frightening. Our future, I think we're done. / This entire script is so very... american. Right down to imagining you chewing on gum; shaking your head with your hand on your hips and backside jiggling as you trot home. Hilarious. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 74898188 United States 03/16/2018 11:00 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Body wanded, purse searched, driver's license looked at and noted, name tagged with security guard's initials. Quoting: Your Crazy Mom So I, me, 53yo fat housewife, t-shirt & jeans, can pop into my doctor's reception area and pick up a prescription waiting in an envelope. I guess you could say I'm triggered. I went off. Right there. At the hospital entrance, through to the reception area two feet behind him, signed for my scrip producing ID AGAIN, wished everyone a great day and thank you and went out the door. Still triggered. I shit you not. But I was 'professional'. In all my actions except what was coming out of my mouth, at a normal tone of voice, not yelling, but if you were within 10 feet you knew I was having a conversation with the guard and receptionist and the lady behind me "in line" to be wanded. Mostly it went, "Holy crap! Is this what we've come to?!" And I waited for answers. Most of which went like, "It's the day we live in," cheerfully yet resignedly intoned. "And we're just going to take it?!" I pursued. Shrug. Deer in headlights look. Followed by, "Well, it's important to be safe." I was silent but shaking me head in wonder and shock. And then it came to me. "Wasn't it Benjamin Franklin who said, 'Those who give up liberty for safety deserve neither'?" Shrug. Deer in headlights look. Me now staring, "Oh my God. We're so done." (Pause, finishing transaction. Wanding, signing.) Looking up, I said with unfeigned but well-practiced polite cheer, "But have a great weekend and thanks!" Smiling while continually and slowly shaking my head, and I'm sure I had the thousand-yard stare. I simply could not believe it. This small community hospital went from one pimple-faced kid in an orange-domed Ford Ranger prowling the parking lots. You could park right in front of drop-off with impunity and never be cited, but we don't because we're a polite town. And now I parked in the loading zone, popped in the door, and WHAM! You now live in Tel Aviv. There's danger around every corner and coming down every corridor and we are here to protect you! After we slam up into your day with a personal shakedown, no matter how polite and still pimply I am. And by the way, quote, "Do you have anything sharp on you?" "I... don't... think... so..." comes out day-dreamily. I need that scrip. I have to pick it up every month because it's some controlled substance that's evidently worth money on the street. I wouldn't know how much or where to go about nailing that value down, but that's what I'm assuming. Grandma. 53. Fat housewife. Very cheerful and kind at all times. Unless something else is in order. I'm a sheep dog. I still have blooming adults under my own, roof, and I'll protect my neighbors children as if they're mine if they're hurt, upset, in danger, hungry, or about to take a bullet. Those who can relate know who you are, and I suspect that's most of the core group here. So, yeah, I'm triggered. And they know it. And because this was a doctor's/hospital setting at which I am a patient every six months, and signed for my monthly scrip, I'm sure they mentioned to my doctor that I was 'a bit upset' or something along those lines. I just walked in the door, sat down, and wrote this. I fully expect my phone to ring with said doctor asking if I'm okay. Or, I fully expect one of our two small-town cops to knock on my door doing 'a welfare check.' Or nothing. I don't know what to expect. Because that's the world we live in. *** There are probably more installments of this to come, as my mind raced on the drive home and my husband would not answer his phone. I went from outrage to literal tear-streaming despair between the 10 minutes from there to here. I may try to capture it all, as it was both expansive and frightening. Our future, I think we're done. / This entire script is so very... american. Right down to imagining you chewing on gum; shaking your head with your hand on your hips and backside jiggling as you trot home. Hilarious. Don't forget the FUPA waddle in da front !!! . |
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User ID: 60863762 United States 03/16/2018 11:07 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Articles and "news" from liberal media shall now be known as catnip for libtards. Truth is schilling in the empire of retards. "Yep but for now we dub you toast guy." - AC520845 *PROCLAIMED PROPHET OF THE DOW* ® Let me know when the climate STOPS changing, then i'll be worried. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 73646426 Netherlands 03/16/2018 11:08 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | and WHAM! You now live in Tel Aviv. There's danger around every corner and coming down every corridor and we are here to protect you! Quoting: Your Crazy Mom The more of the third world you import, the more you will have to live like they do. I fully expect shanty towns and slums to spring up across America and Europe. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 35682492 United States 03/16/2018 01:27 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Body wanded, purse searched, driver's license looked at and noted, name tagged with security guard's initials. Quoting: Your Crazy Mom So I, me, 53yo fat housewife, t-shirt & jeans, can pop into my doctor's reception area and pick up a prescription waiting in an envelope. I guess you could say I'm triggered. I went off. Right there. At the hospital entrance, through to the reception area two feet behind him, signed for my scrip producing ID AGAIN, wished everyone a great day and thank you and went out the door. Still triggered. I shit you not. But I was 'professional'. In all my actions except what was coming out of my mouth, at a normal tone of voice, not yelling, but if you were within 10 feet you knew I was having a conversation with the guard and receptionist and the lady behind me "in line" to be wanded. Mostly it went, "Holy crap! Is this what we've come to?!" And I waited for answers. Most of which went like, "It's the day we live in," cheerfully yet resignedly intoned. "And we're just going to take it?!" I pursued. Shrug. Deer in headlights look. Followed by, "Well, it's important to be safe." I was silent but shaking me head in wonder and shock. And then it came to me. "Wasn't it Benjamin Franklin who said, 'Those who give up liberty for safety deserve neither'?" Shrug. Deer in headlights look. Me now staring, "Oh my God. We're so done." (Pause, finishing transaction. Wanding, signing.) Looking up, I said with unfeigned but well-practiced polite cheer, "But have a great weekend and thanks!" Smiling while continually and slowly shaking my head, and I'm sure I had the thousand-yard stare. I simply could not believe it. This small community hospital went from one pimple-faced kid in an orange-domed Ford Ranger prowling the parking lots. You could park right in front of drop-off with impunity and never be cited, but we don't because we're a polite town. And now I parked in the loading zone, popped in the door, and WHAM! You now live in Tel Aviv. There's danger around every corner and coming down every corridor and we are here to protect you! After we slam up into your day with a personal shakedown, no matter how polite and still pimply I am. And by the way, quote, "Do you have anything sharp on you?" "I... don't... think... so..." comes out day-dreamily. I need that scrip. I have to pick it up every month because it's some controlled substance that's evidently worth money on the street. I wouldn't know how much or where to go about nailing that value down, but that's what I'm assuming. Grandma. 53. Fat housewife. Very cheerful and kind at all times. Unless something else is in order. I'm a sheep dog. I still have blooming adults under my own, roof, and I'll protect my neighbors children as if they're mine if they're hurt, upset, in danger, hungry, or about to take a bullet. Those who can relate know who you are, and I suspect that's most of the core group here. So, yeah, I'm triggered. And they know it. And because this was a doctor's/hospital setting at which I am a patient every six months, and signed for my monthly scrip, I'm sure they mentioned to my doctor that I was 'a bit upset' or something along those lines. I just walked in the door, sat down, and wrote this. I fully expect my phone to ring with said doctor asking if I'm okay. Or, I fully expect one of our two small-town cops to knock on my door doing 'a welfare check.' Or nothing. I don't know what to expect. Because that's the world we live in. *** There are probably more installments of this to come, as my mind raced on the drive home and my husband would not answer his phone. I went from outrage to literal tear-streaming despair between the 10 minutes from there to here. I may try to capture it all, as it was both expansive and frightening. Our future, I think we're done. / Please don't call yourself fat. Love ya! |
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(OP) User ID: 39845140 United States 03/16/2018 02:40 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | So it took this to happen to you in the doctors and not the TSA full body probes to fly? Quoting: Anonymous Coward 76195662 Haven't flown since 9/11 for this very reason. Here's what happened. I've figured out why I was triggered. They MICROWAVED this frog instead of leaving it to boil. ...... I actually think I've been BLUE pilled. I suddenly feel FREE from following politics or doom or Second Amendment stuff or false flags. It's all happening anyway, no matter what I say or do. It was loooooooong time ago when American men had the testosterone to fight tyranny. They will NOT be rising from the Sunday football sofa and their brainwashed comas. I really have had a paradigm shift. I really can't be outraged again even by the news, politics, or the 'injustice of it all' and 'can't they just see how the nation hangs in the balance.' I'm not going to waste my time trying to go down fighting. Ima go delete every (rare) political fakebook post I ever made. I had some good barbecue at lunch today, and I'm going to post a picture of it on my timeline. I'm Cypher in The Matrix. They've won. / |
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