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Pro or anti Zac?
Sunday May 21st, 2006
My Dear Glub Professor,
Please do come in and make yourself comfortable.
What a great honour it is for me, a humble human even if the best in his psychiatric profession, to have as client the superbly famous Glub Professor.
Well, Dear Glub Professor, let us not get distracted during our conversations and let us put aside the mundane aspects of psychiatry.
Indeed Credit Cards are accepted, considering the importance for Humanity of the talks we are going to have, it seems appropriate that the slight sum of ten thousand dollars be used as a retainer.
I do not have to point out to a patient of your huge culture and wisdom the ground rules of psychiatry, no treatment is efficient if it does not hurt the (bank account of) the patient.
Being able to convince, patients, governments, social security funds, Insurance Companies, that the payment of the psychiatrist's fee was to be considered as part of the treatment and that the higher the payment, the higher the expectation of a successful outcome, must be looked at with awe and admiration; the greatest con trick of history?
Mahler was a patient of Freud. When Mahler died before the end of his treatment, Freud is said to have submitted his bill to the Estate; How would that be part of the treatment's outcome?
I love Freud.
I love con men.
I do not love con women, it is genetic, they have no merit.
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So my dear Glub Professor, tell me whatever you want. Sorry I do not remember, did you deposit the retainer? You did, excellent, excellent, you are going to be a good patient.
Is it nonsense?
My Editor was wondering whether some readers might not be taken aback by the insistence of the author about the greediness of psychiatrists.
Should one reader be lost, only one would be left, who happens to be my wife who anyway does not have the time to read such nonsense.
However the problem exposed though these absurdities is vital.
Assume that a whole nation, (Europe) is dying through a mysterious sickness only known by its acronym, VAT, and that you, through your research have discovered the cure to the VAT sickness.
The question is:
At what price should you sell your knowledge which will save their lives?
It does remind one of a recent analysis of behavior of prisoners of war in Japanese prisoners camps.
Some few prisoners established within the fences, thriving businesses, going as far as setting a Future Market on Food Rations.
Now, when hundred of prisoners are dying of starvation, at what price can you, the trader, sell your rice rights?
The story is true.
It also refers to the ontological problems at the end of WWII, when a ship (The Gustloff) containing 10.000 persons was sunk in the Baltic sea by Allied Naval Vessels.
A few thousand of passengers managed to get place into life boats; other fell into the freezing sea.
Those in the life boats used the roars to repel the swimmers who tried to get on board the life boats.
If a swimmer had had a pouch of diamonds, how would that have affected the trading situation?
So the question asked is vital:
If you have acquired the power to ease, possibly cure, the psychological sufferings of patients who suffer torments worse than those of hell, at what price level should you sell our power?
In countries such as France and Sweden, the problem is compounded by the fact that it is the citizens of the Country who through their taxes have given you access to the power to cure. Why should the patient pay again to be cured?
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So tell me what worries you?
You are telling me that you cannot understand why you, the famous immaterial Matrix Glub Professor, suddenly have a longing to bubble into that awful shape know as Humans and that you feel so attracted to the udders of the females that you cannot think of anything else?
Indeed quite an interesting problem my Dear Glub Professor.
Would you be adverse to a minor and painless test?
You would not, how very courageous of you. So kindly sit in your chair facing the entrance of my Office. Please do not get disturbed by the fact that I will call my three secretaries on the interphones.
Audrey, Marylyn, Pamela, could you kindly come into my Office, and please do it the way we do when we have no patient.
My dear Glub Professor, I do wish I had your youth.
Yes Audrey, Marylyn, Pamela, you can have your afternoon off, this has been rather more exhausting than I expected, and of course if you have your afternoon off, considering the state you are in, it might be better to have you cloths back on.
My Dear Glub Professor, I am in awe; By the way, did you remember to take the medicines ensuring that this experience will participate to your healing process?
You have not, how very forgetful of me, well just drop four thousand dollars in the black box and I will give it to my assistants if they manage to recover.
Why four, well I would have thought that for a superior Matrix such as yours, strange indeed, well of course, one thousand for Audrey, one thousand for Marylyn, one thousand for Pamela and two thousand for me.
You say that this does not make four thousand dollars? My dear, your demonstration must have exhausted us both more than I thought; of course I have to ensure that the treatment will be efficient so I take two thousand dollars for my fees.
So Glub Professor we have done much progress, we can already be quite sure that you suffer of L.U.S.T., or as we specialist call it, Lower and Upper Sexual Tension.
By the way, it is a common practise for us human psychiatrists to mark the anniversary of such huge progress by depositing a reminder, indeed five thousand dollars in the Black Box would do quite well.
Just to ensure that we are no straying on error paths, Dear Glub Professor, could you describe the increase process in the Glub Universe?
So you say that you take one vertical Matrix with extruding tension handle, and one horizontal complex wavy Matrix and that then you apply to both matrixes a repeated tension additional and subtracting process, using at precise instants a torsion that both ensures that the two matrixes fit one another while at the same time creating an attraction repulsion force from which you mostly obtain a new Matrix which will both be totally different from the source Matrixes yet contain in its architecture the structure of the original Matrixes.
How very interesting Dear Glub Professor, how very interesting, indeed in the human world, we have specialized High Level Scientists who devote their whole life to the study of similar mathematical programs, they call if F.U.C.K, or as you have guessed, Force Unifying Close Kastration.
The clock is ringing, this my Dear Glub Professor means that however interesting and fascinating these discussions are we must interrupt our session here and see one another again tomorrow at the same time.
Of course it is better if you pass by the Bank first, all this credit card inserting and check writing is such a bother.
You wonder whether you could have the addresses of Audrey, Marylyn and Pamela.
My dear Glub Professor, I think they would be delighted should you wish to pass by the little shop at the corner that sells these scintillating carbons and let each one of them have one. As you are there, have you noticed how that 50 carat blue tinted carbon stone would so deliciously fit with my patient progress timer? You have, indeed dear Glub Professor, I should have guessed.
How glad I am to see you again my Dear Glub Professor, and please do not get angry for the three hours delay you had to wait in the sitting room, this is part of the of the healing program, we Human Humble Patients have discovered the importance of these no time space zones during which the patients mind gets tortured and yet has to remain calm.
You wonder, Dear Glub Professor if the fact that my tie is untied and my pants opened and I smell of perfume is part of the medical process? Of course, how clever of you to have been able, from such small hints to see the deeper meaning.
Incidentally did I mention that it is a human custom amongst us humble psychiatrist to increase the dosage of the drugs we use as the process progresses. Let us say that we try and see what would be the effect of you of a mild and innocuous dos of two thousand dollars, indeed the black box on my desk will do quite well.
Yes Audrey, Marylyn and Pamela have asked for a day off, they say that you rang them after they had received this mineralogical specimen and that you tried all kind of places where this carbon rock would come to its best.
My Dear Glub Professor, it must have been quite an evening, I can see that your number matrix had difficulties stabilizing its stochastic Brownian variations, be careful my friend, more of these en depth researches and you are not far from the most basis arithmetic error risk!
You wonder why you feel that you have to carry out such researches that are at the same time disgusting, tiresome, non productive, repetitive and to put a cherry on the cake, expensive.
My Dear Professor, your Freudian tongue slip has put us on the right path!
Non-productive you say!
My Dear Glub Professor, the whole purpose of the Universe, as it was before an idiot managed to create a virus that scrambled all computational capacities forever, the purpose of the Universe was to increase and multiply.
My dear Glub Professor, you wonder whether I have not also have an exhausting night as you cannot explain otherwise how I could speak such gibberish?
Regretfully, Dear Glub Professor, the whole Universe appears to have only one purpose: to be filled!
Let me ask you an awkward rather disgusting question dear Professor:
When you are bubbled as a human and you see one of your students expose that sweat gland which evolution has transformed into a milk contained called udder, don't you feel in your hands an urge to grab that udder and fill your hands with it?
You do, don't you?
There is no need to be ashamed of such stupid meaningless behaviour; how should I put it an terms that an intelligent mind can understand?
Humans loved stories; they had that one about two farmers, one was only growing grass, let us call him Cain, the other one, Abel, was only developing heifers. So Abel, seeing all that green grass, and Cain seeing all these starving cows, they would meet and make a deal, whereby the grass owned by Cain was eaten by the heifers belonging to Abel, and a deal being a deal, the milk produced would be shared equally between them.
The female humans are the grass, you are the heifers, and when you see all that green lush grass you get hungry and you want to rush into that field and grass as much as you can.
You do not see the point Dear Glub Professor?
The point is that if you, the hungry heifer, don't see the grass, you will not jump over the barbed wire fence, whatever the risk and you will starve to death.
So these females have to show as much grass as they can, and yet put the mightiest and most dangerous barbed wire around their field, otherwise you would never share the milk with them.
Belly Note
It is a belly note as it is neither a footnote nor a header.
You readers of the writer Ambabelle that future generations will recognize as the most penetrating genius of this millennium, you readers have appreciated I hope, that while lesser authors would have been making analogies such as one field having Bulls (men) and the other field heifers (females), Ambabelle in the depth and penetration of his analysis has reversed the genders;
While at this stage the ampleness of the story is not yet revealed to you, in a couple of eons, when you have read some the learned analysis of this future building texts, you will realize that thanks to this alteration of what would have been a common assumption, Ambabelle is already introducing the analysis of “the importance of marital quarrels for the development of mathematical theories concerning the torsion effects in tensors couples of multidimensional matrixes”.
And will you please stop nagging me about the cleaning of the dishes!
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