Dear Tom,
Remember me? Alexander Weinstein. 2009. 2010. 2011. 2012. Visits not-under-my-own-power, to your little "hospital" in Weston. You still abuse there?
I put hospital in quotations because when people read the word hospital, they imagine a place where sick people get well. Not a place where upset people get worse.
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In a dictionary, under the word "creep", it's your picture:
You were a fuckin' weirdo. And an asshole with power, which is a really disgusting trifecta. I cannot imagine how many vulnerable girls you have slithered up to in that place.
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How's your "The Wellcraft Group" doing? Padding your resume? And calling it a "group", which is a dead giveaway for one person trying to make his "company" sound important.
Congratulations. It and you are forever "immortalized" in my newspaper and in my Substack.
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At the time William R. Sharpe Hospital charged Medicaid $750 a day, for my stay. Perhaps you remember the little poster I made for the door to my cell.
I suggested that for that $750 a day, I could make all my unconstitutionally incarcerated neighbors a lot happier than you could. By sending them to The Plaza and giving them "The Home Alone II Experience".
You didn't think it was cute.
I don't think you're cute. Or your profession.
At the time I was getting the "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest Experience" and it decidedly, didn't work. For me or anyone else.
Can't work.
You can't make someone feel better by making them feel worse. Seems like common sense. There was a whole movie about that called Patch Adams.
When a person hates life, and that's all "mental illness" is = "I'm fucking upset!" and they're dragged away in handcuffs without charge to a low rent spa, told they can't leave, forced to take mind numbing drugs and made to believe they have all kinds of abnormalities, that's not like them going to an amusement park.
When someone frowns make them smile. There's my! PhD in psychology.
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You look like the kind of carny Stephen King writes about.
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I wish at that age I would have realized more clearly that "this dude talking down at me is a fuckin' loser".
I grew up giving doctors respect many of them don't deserve. All the ones in "behavioral health" specifically.
Behavior isn't health, moron.
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Maybe you've gathered I didn't take your advice in the long term either. I tried to explain to you I was upset for having been dumped, then friend-betrayed, with my parents adding the final knife into my back.
By handing me off to you, to "fix".
Neuter.
Fuck, you, Thomas the Toy Grinch. You missed my balls.
I was merely upset, and venting, in loud but harmless ways. Driving fast, smoking weed and emailing assholes to tell them YOU'RE A CREEP.
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You were trained to take the fun out of life on behalf of The Man.
The Man likes his adults saddled and docile. Sigmund Freud slapped the "you have a mental 'illness'" label on his patients and from that dead branch grew the Psychology Industrial Complex.
"Behavioral Health - Keeping Women Down Since Before Anno Domini!".
It left religion and moved into medicine.
Behavior isn't health! you fuckin' idiot.
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You tried to do it with pills. Not me cocksucker. I wouldn't take'em and you father fuckers made me, ingest, your drugs. Said I was incapable of making my own medical decisions because my doctor parents told you to.
You "held me down" and made me swallow.
Now you swallow this.
I am not going to be the cause of your death. Enjoyable as it is to fantasize.
But I am going to check the Exponent, Democrat and Dominion Post until it occurs. And then have a little barbeque and bonfire in your dishonor.
I could find thousands, of Mountaineers, to attend.
--Wolf Alexander
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