A Wounded Warrior’s message to students claiming PTSD from “election trauma”.
Many of us believe PTSD is being overdiagnosed at epidemic levels.
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PTSD is real.
It nakes me slow.
— sigh —
Go back to pushing your floor buffer.
P.S. Every Marine is a Rifleman.
nope, it be da bad speling dat make youse slo! 😉
I’m suffering a bout of paytayessdee myself just from viewing those still shots of some spoiled brat college girls/kids finding out that there’s Only One Winner in an election!
The horror! The trauma! The anxiety attacks! The screaming hysterics!!
Holy Moses, turn the firehose on them. PLEASE!!!
I feel MUCH better now, thanks to Dr. Dave’s Traveling Magic Mushroom Show.
Seriously, thank you for posting this enlightening piece, Dave Hardin.
I think I got over my PTSD from butt hurt feelings when I was about 3 years old when Mama said she’d give me something that really hurt to cry about. I know and understand that there are Warriors who have had difficulty getting beyond combat trauma. There are many more that shook it off and got on with their lives. Fecal matter occurs. Get over it. Another election will be coming around. The trooper we zipped up in the body bag don’t get to vote.
Joey Jones nailed them! The sniveling, whining, little brain washed in a communist school system need only 2 things…number one…..WISE UP! number 2 ….GROW UP!
I hate Barack Obama’s guts and firmly believe, backed by tons of evidence, that his presidency was disastrous. His elections irritated and disappointed me, but they did not traumatize me. I said “Oh well, that sucks,” double-checked the emergency ammo stash, and got on with life.
Hillary Clinton failing to become president didn’t traumatize anyone. Anybody who claims otherwise doesn’t know what trauma is.
Things that have traumatized me:
-Death of patients we were working on (especially kids)
-Witnessing people lose everything they have to fire
-Seeing and dealing with victims of abuse
-Seeing and dealing with victims of rape
Things that most definitely have not:
-Election outcomes
-Opinions of people I didn’t respect in the first place (leftists)
Ditto.
Double ditto.
Right On!!!
You got that one right Whitey!! 🙂
These peeps are the new generation who know nothing about playing stick ball, stoop ball, punch ball, hide and seek, johnny rides a pony, mumbly peg, hit the penny, nok hocky, chinese handball (NYC Asses up) peeling the foil off a Wrigleys stick of gum, 4 wheeling metal roller skates with the tightening key, red light green light one two three, simon says etc. They just do selfies on the phone, texting each other, want free tuition health care etc. I could go on but I have to take it easy on the ink ribbons under the key board.
When I was a kid, we had small-unit shootouts with our dinky little shoot-your-eye-out BB guns in the neighbor’s pasture after school. During school hours we played Smear the Queer, a fast-paced full-contact game which had nothing whatsoever to do with homosexuality.
I wasn’t that long ago, either. I’m 34.
Rock fights in the woods was my favorite.
Paint ball is for pussies.
In 5th grade I was knocked smooth ass unconscious playing smear the queer after lunch. An angled collar grab and swing tackle popped my brain nighet in some hatd drought ground. 10minites asleep. Major concussion. Week home from school. When I returned it was like a badge of honor and i was a legend for a short period of time. No PTSD for me or my cohorts from that event.
I guess it affected my ability to spell check though. Sigh…
It is not you, Old Manchu.
It is your eeville computer trying to take over your life and addict you to the isolation of the keyboard and the screen. It makes mistakes and makes you feel bad about yourself.
You must resist! Defend your keyboard sovereignty! You are The Master! Do some shaming toward your keyboard. Threaten it with cold spilled water, or even with replacement.
Hot soup in the keyboard! That should do it!
Not that much older than ya. I often wonder if kids still play red rover. Because I remember some gnarly injuries occuring regularly.
Can they even play duck, duck, goose? Musical chairs? Both of those would leave at least one kid feeling excluded, and we can’t have that.
Ah, yes, Smear the Queer. I remember that game fondly.
This generation is…I think weak isn’t a strong enough word. Pathetic is more like it.
Somehow we’re considered part of this generation though. Makes me a very irritated 30 year old when I get lumped in with the lazy squad on their phones all the time.
One of my new firefighters tried to argue that I’m a millennial. Two hours of smoking his ass through various “creative training” evolutions in full gear later, and his tune changed to, “I’m sorry, Cap, I swear I didn’t mean it!”
Dodge ball in high school gym class.
Stiff red rubber ball half the size of a basketball. Vicious game that brought out the pent up rage of being a teen. Bruises and black eyes. It was great fun trying to kill while not getting killed.
Long ago banned. School must really suck today. I’ll bet most boys take home economics if that is even around anymore.
I forgot about mentioning dodge ball when I attended Public School 156 and this was grade K-6. How about those spaulding and pensy pinkie rubber balls for playing hand and punch ball. We also had pea shooters and the lady at the A&P supermarket checkout used to ask me if the bag of peas were for a pea shooter which stung if you got hit on skin that were uncovered.
Peas? Pshaw! We used straight pins and sewing needles with little wads of cotton on the dull end to provide wadding and stability.
Half inch galvanized steel electrical conduit. Finish nail, paper and scotch tape. Roll the nail and paper into a cone and tape. Test and trim to fit conduit.
It takes some practice to “explode” your lungs into it but the results are impressive.
Once took a large squirrel from about 30 ft.
*sigh* You win. I sorta feel like that mugger in “Crocodile Dundee”. “Ya call that a knife?….”
Lawn Darts…..
Don’t take Danny’s name is vain. After all, “he’s dead, Jim.” Show some respect for the one who gave us so much entertainment.
I was always the shortest kid, but had an absolute cannon of an arm. What an equalizer.
We played it in the wrestling room.
No windows,lights out.
A true adventure.
Three words: Bottle. Rocket. Wars.
I’m still amazed we didn’t burn down half of NM.
I haven’t caught the PTSD, but do tend to experience periods of full-medieval manic rage whenever someone posts an auto-roll video…
I stopped visiting many sites because of that. Mostly fake news sites. The Daily Mail hasn’t seen me in years.
You catch the PTSD to get paid.
I’ll probably get the diabeetus first
Saw the suggestion (I think it was here somewhere) to install a anti-javascript extension on my browser. All those sites now get a disable from me and I’m never pestered again. Also works on those news sites that pop up with a subscribe banner when you get 1/4 a way into the article.
This is the one I use.
https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/disable-javascript/
https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/disable-javascript/jfpdlihdedhlmhlbgooailmfhahieoem
It was a gag, Mason. I was yanking Dave’s chain as payback for complaining a couple of days ago about how the FLOTUS was following him around…
Was ?
It depends on what your definition of “was” was. 😉
If these turds want to experience real PTSD so badly, they’re welcome to mine – as long as they agree to freaking keep it forever, no returns; I don’t want it, never did, never would and wouldn’t wish it on anybody. Those little freaks have no idea what trauma is. An election traumatized you? Seriously? Here’s a news flash for you, zippy you’re in for one hellish life if your psyche is that delicate. Trade in the Huggies and Luvs for some grown up undies, grow the hell up, think for yourself and get a thicker skin. You’re nothing special, you don’t all deserve a trophy, somebody has to lose. Until you simpering babies accept those truths the real world is going to suck!
I guess this is what happens when you helicopter and participation trophy your kids into immature not yet adult snowflakes who think the world is Burger King where they always “get to have it your way.”
Amen, Doc. It’s a disorder nobody wants and I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
I agree 1,000,000,000,000%. If they want PTSD so bad they can have mine. I don’t want it. I know my wife would really appreciate it too.
Just deal with it and move out.
As my 100% Disabled Veteran daughter says, and I quote, “Drink water, drive on” !!!
I love that kid !!!
I am so lucky to have three of them, and I haven’t got a single complaint about any of them.
There is no treatment available for those afflicted with Election Loss PTSD because every day, morning, noon, and night, the election victor is pictured or being quoted or reported on or televised. There’s no escaping President Trump. Bwahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Can you say “schadenfreude”? I knew you could! 😀
Post traumatic slave disorder is another fun one on campus.
If these snowflakeks claim PTSD because of an election, imagine how they’ll react to, say, a poor performance review.
“Election trauma” = butt hurt
Deal with it, snowflakes
The classic. Full meltdown at 1.5 minutes.
Until I started hanging out around here, I really had no clue that these type of people even existed. Probably a good thing that I didn’t “get out more often.”
Even better, she(?) goes by the nickname “Trigglypuff” and was quite the internet hit a while ago.”
I remember this one.
“Hey, lady, you’re triggering another dog!”
Ah, yes… Commissar’s true love….
What ever happened to that dickless brain fart?
Trigglypuff or Commissar?
*grin*
LC received the ban hammer after Jonn had enough of his drivel. Self-inflicted, really; he certainly received enough warnings.
I miss that babbling moonbat as much as I do my last toothache!
Should also watch the speech this…woman….was reacting too. It’s really good.
I remember so many, many times when if something pissed me off, I could grab a camera and head for the hiking trails and get photos of things these idjits don’t even know exist.
I can still do that. And we’re having a rather warmish, wet autumn as was predicted by the Old Farmer’s Almanac (not Accuweather – they change their minds by the quarter hour), so I just might, the next time we have a sunny, pleasant day.
I know it is not the kindest thing to say this, but I wish someone would drop them all off on a large island with low resources and no shelter. Wasn’t there a TV show like that? Dragged on forever and finally, The Plane did leave – something like that.
PTSD is way over diagnosed. Many places even accept self diagnosing.
In my Civilian life I’m a paramedic and have had 20ish year olds tell me they are taking medication for PTSD because they once saw a car collision where they think someone died (they don’t know but “it was a really messed up car”, so someone had to have died)
Of course they are suffering so bad they can’t work or go to school and have to take street drugs to help along with their Zoloft
Yeah, I take a deep breath and use my MRT training to not yell at them.
PTSD is the new back injury. It’s difficult to disprove. I’m surprised by how many claim it, and require a dog to soothe their ills.
There are plenty of legitimate sufferers, but I think we’re seeing a big scam in many cases.
Just goes to show that people can be pussies.
Dear Millennials,
To quote Archer, “Dude, even your balls are made of pussy.”
I have some male veteran friends in the over 65 age group who have trouble getting it up. Can they now file for PTSD benies with the VA, as they have post lack of erection trauma? In one case, the little blue pill can’t even help.
The only person I know who can validly claim to have suffered the PTSD b/c of the elections, it has to be Wideload. That skank will never recover from losing an election that she rigged and couldn’t win after the fix was in. Her pain must be tremendous. The sight of the gnashing of teeth by her minions is a sight that brings me great joy. Yeah, I know, that proves I’m an asshole but I knew that prior to the election results.
As usual, something that is a serious problem to many veterans who served on the ground in a war zone has become a joke to the mainstream as well as many on this site. Small wonder many choose to use drugs and alcohol to combat their underlying problems as the VA and medical professionals place them in the same category as these dumb asses. Just another reason to not try to receive any help from any of them especially the VA.
All I can say to the traumatized bed wetting snowflakes is “Life is hard because you’re a dumbass” – Red Foreman.