That's strange, my long comment disappeared..? Oh well, what I really wanted to say is short. I have a service "seizure" dog who taught himself to alert me to seizures, after witnessing them. He is also my spirit guide, guardian angel, and best friend. He also helps me with PTSD, and is not a "fake" service dog, having flown 16 times between Portland and Los Angeles. Service dogs can learn to do it on their own, they don't need to be trained by professionals.
I have a service dog named "Renji" (he came with the name which I kept because it fit him). He was adopted from the human society, so not an "officially trained" service dog. He learned what I smelled like before having seizures, which must have upset him to witness, because after that he would whine and paw at me if my body chemistry smelled like it did before having a seizure. Apparently up to 20% of dogs are able to learn this on their own, without professional training. I noticed the timing of his whining and pawing corresponded with the feelings I get before having seizures, and it's good to have him alert me in case I miss it. I'll immediately medicate with my seizure medicine of choice - medicinal cannabis, a few hits on a vaporizer and I'm fine. I haven't had anymore seizures for years now, regular use of medicinal cannabis likely helps. I used it to cure my prostate cancer, and sarcomas, so I use it regularly to keep cancers from starting again, along with many the other health issues it helps.
Renji is also my guardian angel, spirit guide, and best friend. I call him the "people's therapy dog", because he cheers-up people wherever we go, and provides them therapy when they pet him, or sometimes they just talk at him like I do. He has flown 16 times between Portland and Los Angeles for free on Alaska Airlines, he puts his head under the seat in front of me and snoozes through the flight. I've never had a complaint, only smiles and compliments.
I've had bad experiences with dogs too. While walking from the Greyhound (!) bus terminal in Tucson Arizona late at night to the house my elder sister and boyfriend lived in, a pack of dogs attacked me away from houses, so nobody was around to help. The biggest one was very aggressive, I assumed a fall might be fatal, and certainly I'd have been mauled. I could feel his breath on me as he repeatedly lunged and snapped. I stamped my boots clad feet and screamed "NO!", until finally they relented after the big pack leader decided I might not be worth actually biting (he would have been hurt or killed, a blow to the head can kill a dog). That was SCARY!!! Going back to childhood, when I was raised a neighborhood German shepherd used to terrorize me in our driveway where I was playing, but our Siamese cat "Tiki" chased him away one day, then he stayed away from our driveway after that. I've always loved cats too, but my Renji absolutely hates cats, I think it's because he loves people and doesn't want to share them with cats, he goes crazy seeing people petting cats.
Besides seizure disorder, I also have PTSD from being a long-time "targeted individual", related to who my father was, and me being a drug addict. My previous dog Jessie proved to me I wasn't crazy, even though I already knew it. I called her to me during a DEW attack, and when I hugged her head to me directly under my head she frantically struggled to get away, terror-stricken by the DEW hitting her too. She had excellent hearing and reacted to every little sound, so when I was being hit with microwave hearing harassment and she didn't react, I knew it was just microwaves hitting my skull I was "hearing". I had an operation at birth, an esophageal atresia (most common birth defect, possibly from my father's alcohol consumption?), after which I was medicated with tincture of opium for the first few days in the incubator (hello world). Even a mother using opioids as an epidural can damage the babies brain, so giving it to them directly is even worse. I have a damaged pituitary gland as a result, at least that's my belief. The only thing that ever made me feel "normal" was opioids, starting with codeine cough syrup as a child, becoming hydrocodone as a teen, when I became fully addicted/dependent. Did you know hydrocodone is only made and used in the USA? Other countries apparently consider it too addictive.
I also have mental/spiritual issues that my dog helps treat, so he is a service dog in more ways than one, and therapy dog too. While just a mutt, (shepherd-husky-staffy-rotty+). Renji gets constant compliments, like his late sister Jessie did - I have good taste in dogs and women (still waiting for the right woman though, and at 69 I'd better find her soon!). Dogs are one one of the most important things in the world to me after God, and I can't imagine living without one. After my previous Jessie passed-on, I was without a dog for a couple months, and was at the end of my rope about to let go when Renji "magically" appeared (divine intervention?). I saw him on the humane society's website one Sunday night, when he hadn't been there that morning. God told me to look again (I felt compelled), and there he was! I knew he was "the one" just by his picture, and made sure to be at the humane society first thing Monday morning, before anybody else could adopt him, two people called about him while I was doing my interview. Suffice to say I love dogs, and would be less than half a man without a dog by my side, they truly are this man's best friend.
Thanks for your article. PTSD should not be a disorder. Post-traumatic Stress "disorder" was in part used to gaslight soldiers who were coming back chronically ill after the first Gulf War. Four different vets of that war told me that the term "PTSD" was used to mislabel vets who were really made chronically, physically ill by exposures in the war. One soldier told me he had giant white blisters erupting all over his arms and legs after taking part in bombing weapons' bunkers, yet he was diagnosed with PTSD. Another reported to the VA that he had no bowel control and was told he had PTSD. The Riegle Report on the Gulf War contains accounts of this.
Even in terms of actual cases of traumatic stress, it is an insult to the survivor to call them "disordered." (For some reason the abusers, those who perpetrate illegal wars and other abuses are never labeled "disordered" when in fact they have the real psychological problems.)
PTSD should be renamed Post-traumatic Stress Survival, or Post-traumatic Stress Experience. Trauma is a normal reaction to extreme or life-threatening circumstances. Any child who is abused by a parent evolves differently than a child raised in a consistently safe environment. It is not because the child is disordered. The fact is that the child develops strategies and responses to survive. They should receive some kind of recognition of this strength rather than being labeled as disordered. Also, it is a misnomer when PTSD is automatically equated with addiction or violent behavior. The inability to navigate trauma sometimes contributes to various problems. But this is also a failing of adults. We lack mentors who can teach proper emotional skills to the young. People are left on their own to sort things out or not. There are many more people who went through abuse (either in families or as a result of policies, such as soldiers) who are peaceful, strong people who got on with their lives. Some even developed insight and compassion for others' suffering as a result of trauma.
I've had PTSD since the day I was born, pulled from my mother's womb and slapped silly. I was in a very comfortable place, hopefully safe, but warm and fed. Making a joke here, but no one seems to be able to handle anything stressful anymore. We can blame it on all sorts of things, 5G, nukers, food, polluted air and water, wars, media, politics, porn, etc. People do not talk to each other anymore; everything is via their cell phones text messages. Or X, Fakebook, Instagram or even You Tube. Our society is horribly decadent, there isn't much decency left. People have lost their marbles and morals. One has to be afraid of speaking up for fear of "dying". Well, you're gonna go anyways. Greed and corruption have taken over. Most of the simple ways swept aside. Why is it that more poor people are happy and giving than the rich? I understand the need for service dogs, but I've seen people bring their uncontrollable dogs into stores where they lead their owners around like raucous children, peeing and pooping wherever with other customers ooohing and awing over said pooch. I don't feel the need to purchase anything from a store with dog hair all over it. Sorry. I like to feel relaxed and comfortable shopping, not worried about being bitten or stepping on someone's 4 legged furball and being yelled at for being inconsiderate. I've had cats and I would never consider bringing them with me. It would be too traumatizing for them. And I don't want strangers touching my pets - you just never know what kind of psycho you'll run into these days.
Yes, legalization is there, which is good news for many people, and it's a huge step forward in pain management.
At the same time, the government-owned international underworld must make its profit, too. It was obvious already decades ago that the next choice would be human trafficking for a number of purposes. Children are taken one way:
And military-age males are probably trained for the upcoming private armies that will protect the private lands that are being bought up by the richest, and these armies will be probably used against the general population, too.
https://duckduckgo.com/?t=ffab&q=extacy+cures+ptsd&atb=v223-1&ia=web... helping others , good deeds words and thoughts ,,, prayer ,meditation releases body own extacy and cannibinoids ... and other feel good stuff ... dont believe the negative evil stuff the demons say through the mind are trying to destroy all that is good... seek good kind people , become kind and good so youll attract the same ... make peace with your past say your thanks, offre your apologies return stuff owed , then the demons iof the past no longer have anything to hold you , its over past is no longer ,,, in the solitude of some place confess everything brutely ask for repentance ,be brave face the demons ask the good God for help ,,, thats our heavenly parent who cant wait to help ... knock ,ask for help be humble [[ nothing to be proud of } seek and you shall find ... look into "ho pono pono" good God please enlighten our darkness ...
Great summation, Ray. Total accord with my own take on mental health treatment.
My son has a different approach to dog therapy. One of his band dogs, confiscated by his wife on mariage breakup, chewed a ladies arms off. My son joked about giving her a hand. My granddaughters echoed the sentiment. My take is hard to evade, we are all psychopaths. But then we live in a very strange part of the world, the Top End of the Northern Territory of Australia, once declared as enduring more deaths due to violence than any other part of the world not at war.
Since then, this relatively peaceful status has disintegrated into internicine street war.
Most local residents would argue we have been at war for decades, with every crime imaginable committed even by children as young as nine. The left claims they need sympathetic understanding, encouragement to apologise to the victims (well, the ones still living, obviously), special counselling, mental health therapy, and lotsa drugs.
All of this explains why psychiatrists all have private swimming pools, bested only by their MD allies.
The most difficult part of PTSD is when it’s caused by a Government and Media who will Gaslight you at the same time you are being stressed and tortured. Even worse, when it’s accumulative by ongoing events from different factions over years or decades. I’ve never been able to recover, and because even my home is a weapon being used against me, the building itself plus the unfair taxes & mortgage for what is clearly NOT a home, and now the added environmental contamination by multiple energy and Bioweapons working in tandem, it’s impossible to overcome. This is NOT an accident. I’m so amazed I haven’t tossed a Molotov cocktail and just jumped off the balcony already. I’m just too stubborn-hopeful that someday I’ll overcome these multiple attackers and their weapons, then get to know what it is to really have my own space and live; a real foundation for the pursuit of happiness in a world everyone is included, not like the monsters of Israel with plans to kill off everyone else on earth so to have the entire world to themselves—a few racist monsters.
There are legitimate service dogs for disabled owners, but there are far more illegitimate service dog owners with untrained dogs, that stink up the entire industry. There are far more effective therapies for somatic symptoms from unreleased trauma than canines for most people. For some a dog is a traumatized human's best friend, for others dogs are the traumatic trigger. After being bitten three times, (not counting nips) I'm shy cubed of strange dogs running at me. I just don't like barking dogs, yelling owners, crotch sniffing hounds, shit on sidewalks, Pomeranians in purses.
Yes, there is a whole industry of fake "service" dogs, and dogs tend to exhibit quite a bit of their owner's character. Neglected dogs can go rogue, and strays in packs can become predatory wolf packs.
I can relate to your experience with dogs, because a large shepherd dog bit me, when I was about 12. It was a sly dog that was quiet until he bit me. I have been reluctant to approach that breed ever since, but had better luck with other breeds.
Most of the time, time heals most wounds. When the injury cannot be identified, how is it possible to talk about healing or even therapy? Moreover, there is no definition of health or illness... Support animals, in my understanding, only represent a bridge for an injured person to find the way back to the world of humane humans.
talk therapy is not helpful for PTSD and other body based dysfunctions. Although social relationships are. So a tx can be that non-judgmental friend we all need, or the questioning one when we need that. I was 13- when a German Shepherd my oldest brother brought home from the junk yard went for my throat. I got my arm up, but that's body based trauma. Didn't know what PTSD was, but even the sound of a dog chain collar could set off my full on stress reaction. Sometimes I heard dog collars that weren't. That did fade. Have had to chase off a lot of charging dogs since, and that actually helped.
I don't expect myself, or anybody in my normal circles, to ever need a service dog, but it was lovely (even therapeutic) to read such a nice article about dogs!! Awesome creatures! Thank you!
Ptsd here. A cat is my healing modality. And medication. But the adrenal dysfunction and associated biochemical physiology feedback loop appears a stalwart in presentation. Twice a week the mind trips in cascade of hyper arousal. This is why those advocating for fierce action, be it re Gaza. WEF etc would do to be considerate.
Seventeen million is a conservative estimate, and only the beginning.
I've had this weird feeling for years, when reading discussions in comment sections that it's like fish in a restaurant fish tank talking about who is going to be eaten first.
The "Like" is for providing the link. Looks like one of the "we"s that don't exist and one of the "runs" that don't exist, either. Why? Because "the power elite" has never been identified. Why else? Because nothing has changed.
That's strange, my long comment disappeared..? Oh well, what I really wanted to say is short. I have a service "seizure" dog who taught himself to alert me to seizures, after witnessing them. He is also my spirit guide, guardian angel, and best friend. He also helps me with PTSD, and is not a "fake" service dog, having flown 16 times between Portland and Los Angeles. Service dogs can learn to do it on their own, they don't need to be trained by professionals.
I have a service dog named "Renji" (he came with the name which I kept because it fit him). He was adopted from the human society, so not an "officially trained" service dog. He learned what I smelled like before having seizures, which must have upset him to witness, because after that he would whine and paw at me if my body chemistry smelled like it did before having a seizure. Apparently up to 20% of dogs are able to learn this on their own, without professional training. I noticed the timing of his whining and pawing corresponded with the feelings I get before having seizures, and it's good to have him alert me in case I miss it. I'll immediately medicate with my seizure medicine of choice - medicinal cannabis, a few hits on a vaporizer and I'm fine. I haven't had anymore seizures for years now, regular use of medicinal cannabis likely helps. I used it to cure my prostate cancer, and sarcomas, so I use it regularly to keep cancers from starting again, along with many the other health issues it helps.
Renji is also my guardian angel, spirit guide, and best friend. I call him the "people's therapy dog", because he cheers-up people wherever we go, and provides them therapy when they pet him, or sometimes they just talk at him like I do. He has flown 16 times between Portland and Los Angeles for free on Alaska Airlines, he puts his head under the seat in front of me and snoozes through the flight. I've never had a complaint, only smiles and compliments.
I've had bad experiences with dogs too. While walking from the Greyhound (!) bus terminal in Tucson Arizona late at night to the house my elder sister and boyfriend lived in, a pack of dogs attacked me away from houses, so nobody was around to help. The biggest one was very aggressive, I assumed a fall might be fatal, and certainly I'd have been mauled. I could feel his breath on me as he repeatedly lunged and snapped. I stamped my boots clad feet and screamed "NO!", until finally they relented after the big pack leader decided I might not be worth actually biting (he would have been hurt or killed, a blow to the head can kill a dog). That was SCARY!!! Going back to childhood, when I was raised a neighborhood German shepherd used to terrorize me in our driveway where I was playing, but our Siamese cat "Tiki" chased him away one day, then he stayed away from our driveway after that. I've always loved cats too, but my Renji absolutely hates cats, I think it's because he loves people and doesn't want to share them with cats, he goes crazy seeing people petting cats.
Besides seizure disorder, I also have PTSD from being a long-time "targeted individual", related to who my father was, and me being a drug addict. My previous dog Jessie proved to me I wasn't crazy, even though I already knew it. I called her to me during a DEW attack, and when I hugged her head to me directly under my head she frantically struggled to get away, terror-stricken by the DEW hitting her too. She had excellent hearing and reacted to every little sound, so when I was being hit with microwave hearing harassment and she didn't react, I knew it was just microwaves hitting my skull I was "hearing". I had an operation at birth, an esophageal atresia (most common birth defect, possibly from my father's alcohol consumption?), after which I was medicated with tincture of opium for the first few days in the incubator (hello world). Even a mother using opioids as an epidural can damage the babies brain, so giving it to them directly is even worse. I have a damaged pituitary gland as a result, at least that's my belief. The only thing that ever made me feel "normal" was opioids, starting with codeine cough syrup as a child, becoming hydrocodone as a teen, when I became fully addicted/dependent. Did you know hydrocodone is only made and used in the USA? Other countries apparently consider it too addictive.
I also have mental/spiritual issues that my dog helps treat, so he is a service dog in more ways than one, and therapy dog too. While just a mutt, (shepherd-husky-staffy-rotty+). Renji gets constant compliments, like his late sister Jessie did - I have good taste in dogs and women (still waiting for the right woman though, and at 69 I'd better find her soon!). Dogs are one one of the most important things in the world to me after God, and I can't imagine living without one. After my previous Jessie passed-on, I was without a dog for a couple months, and was at the end of my rope about to let go when Renji "magically" appeared (divine intervention?). I saw him on the humane society's website one Sunday night, when he hadn't been there that morning. God told me to look again (I felt compelled), and there he was! I knew he was "the one" just by his picture, and made sure to be at the humane society first thing Monday morning, before anybody else could adopt him, two people called about him while I was doing my interview. Suffice to say I love dogs, and would be less than half a man without a dog by my side, they truly are this man's best friend.
Thanks for your article. PTSD should not be a disorder. Post-traumatic Stress "disorder" was in part used to gaslight soldiers who were coming back chronically ill after the first Gulf War. Four different vets of that war told me that the term "PTSD" was used to mislabel vets who were really made chronically, physically ill by exposures in the war. One soldier told me he had giant white blisters erupting all over his arms and legs after taking part in bombing weapons' bunkers, yet he was diagnosed with PTSD. Another reported to the VA that he had no bowel control and was told he had PTSD. The Riegle Report on the Gulf War contains accounts of this.
Even in terms of actual cases of traumatic stress, it is an insult to the survivor to call them "disordered." (For some reason the abusers, those who perpetrate illegal wars and other abuses are never labeled "disordered" when in fact they have the real psychological problems.)
PTSD should be renamed Post-traumatic Stress Survival, or Post-traumatic Stress Experience. Trauma is a normal reaction to extreme or life-threatening circumstances. Any child who is abused by a parent evolves differently than a child raised in a consistently safe environment. It is not because the child is disordered. The fact is that the child develops strategies and responses to survive. They should receive some kind of recognition of this strength rather than being labeled as disordered. Also, it is a misnomer when PTSD is automatically equated with addiction or violent behavior. The inability to navigate trauma sometimes contributes to various problems. But this is also a failing of adults. We lack mentors who can teach proper emotional skills to the young. People are left on their own to sort things out or not. There are many more people who went through abuse (either in families or as a result of policies, such as soldiers) who are peaceful, strong people who got on with their lives. Some even developed insight and compassion for others' suffering as a result of trauma.
I've had PTSD since the day I was born, pulled from my mother's womb and slapped silly. I was in a very comfortable place, hopefully safe, but warm and fed. Making a joke here, but no one seems to be able to handle anything stressful anymore. We can blame it on all sorts of things, 5G, nukers, food, polluted air and water, wars, media, politics, porn, etc. People do not talk to each other anymore; everything is via their cell phones text messages. Or X, Fakebook, Instagram or even You Tube. Our society is horribly decadent, there isn't much decency left. People have lost their marbles and morals. One has to be afraid of speaking up for fear of "dying". Well, you're gonna go anyways. Greed and corruption have taken over. Most of the simple ways swept aside. Why is it that more poor people are happy and giving than the rich? I understand the need for service dogs, but I've seen people bring their uncontrollable dogs into stores where they lead their owners around like raucous children, peeing and pooping wherever with other customers ooohing and awing over said pooch. I don't feel the need to purchase anything from a store with dog hair all over it. Sorry. I like to feel relaxed and comfortable shopping, not worried about being bitten or stepping on someone's 4 legged furball and being yelled at for being inconsiderate. I've had cats and I would never consider bringing them with me. It would be too traumatizing for them. And I don't want strangers touching my pets - you just never know what kind of psycho you'll run into these days.
May 2, 2019 This veteran used magic mushrooms to treat PTSD, and wants them to be decriminalized
https://youtu.be/j6ZLr1Ye2rM
Reminds me of certain types of pot for a large variety of conditions... Federal "law" still prohibits medicinal marijuana...
Thanks for your time and comment Horvath. Times are changing and states or flexing their tenth amendment privileges.
April 20, 2022 Where Is Marijuana Legal? A Guide to Marijuana
Legalization Recreational marijuana is legal in 18 states, Washington, D.C., and Guam.
https://www.usnews.com/news/best-states/articles/where-is-marijuana-legal-a-guide-to-marijuana-legalization?context=amp
Yes, legalization is there, which is good news for many people, and it's a huge step forward in pain management.
At the same time, the government-owned international underworld must make its profit, too. It was obvious already decades ago that the next choice would be human trafficking for a number of purposes. Children are taken one way:
https://rayhorvaththesource.substack.com/p/where-are-the-girls
And military-age males are probably trained for the upcoming private armies that will protect the private lands that are being bought up by the richest, and these armies will be probably used against the general population, too.
https://duckduckgo.com/?t=ffab&q=extacy+cures+ptsd&atb=v223-1&ia=web... helping others , good deeds words and thoughts ,,, prayer ,meditation releases body own extacy and cannibinoids ... and other feel good stuff ... dont believe the negative evil stuff the demons say through the mind are trying to destroy all that is good... seek good kind people , become kind and good so youll attract the same ... make peace with your past say your thanks, offre your apologies return stuff owed , then the demons iof the past no longer have anything to hold you , its over past is no longer ,,, in the solitude of some place confess everything brutely ask for repentance ,be brave face the demons ask the good God for help ,,, thats our heavenly parent who cant wait to help ... knock ,ask for help be humble [[ nothing to be proud of } seek and you shall find ... look into "ho pono pono" good God please enlighten our darkness ...
Great summation, Ray. Total accord with my own take on mental health treatment.
My son has a different approach to dog therapy. One of his band dogs, confiscated by his wife on mariage breakup, chewed a ladies arms off. My son joked about giving her a hand. My granddaughters echoed the sentiment. My take is hard to evade, we are all psychopaths. But then we live in a very strange part of the world, the Top End of the Northern Territory of Australia, once declared as enduring more deaths due to violence than any other part of the world not at war.
Since then, this relatively peaceful status has disintegrated into internicine street war.
Most local residents would argue we have been at war for decades, with every crime imaginable committed even by children as young as nine. The left claims they need sympathetic understanding, encouragement to apologise to the victims (well, the ones still living, obviously), special counselling, mental health therapy, and lotsa drugs.
All of this explains why psychiatrists all have private swimming pools, bested only by their MD allies.
The most difficult part of PTSD is when it’s caused by a Government and Media who will Gaslight you at the same time you are being stressed and tortured. Even worse, when it’s accumulative by ongoing events from different factions over years or decades. I’ve never been able to recover, and because even my home is a weapon being used against me, the building itself plus the unfair taxes & mortgage for what is clearly NOT a home, and now the added environmental contamination by multiple energy and Bioweapons working in tandem, it’s impossible to overcome. This is NOT an accident. I’m so amazed I haven’t tossed a Molotov cocktail and just jumped off the balcony already. I’m just too stubborn-hopeful that someday I’ll overcome these multiple attackers and their weapons, then get to know what it is to really have my own space and live; a real foundation for the pursuit of happiness in a world everyone is included, not like the monsters of Israel with plans to kill off everyone else on earth so to have the entire world to themselves—a few racist monsters.
There are legitimate service dogs for disabled owners, but there are far more illegitimate service dog owners with untrained dogs, that stink up the entire industry. There are far more effective therapies for somatic symptoms from unreleased trauma than canines for most people. For some a dog is a traumatized human's best friend, for others dogs are the traumatic trigger. After being bitten three times, (not counting nips) I'm shy cubed of strange dogs running at me. I just don't like barking dogs, yelling owners, crotch sniffing hounds, shit on sidewalks, Pomeranians in purses.
Yes, there is a whole industry of fake "service" dogs, and dogs tend to exhibit quite a bit of their owner's character. Neglected dogs can go rogue, and strays in packs can become predatory wolf packs.
I can relate to your experience with dogs, because a large shepherd dog bit me, when I was about 12. It was a sly dog that was quiet until he bit me. I have been reluctant to approach that breed ever since, but had better luck with other breeds.
Most of the time, time heals most wounds. When the injury cannot be identified, how is it possible to talk about healing or even therapy? Moreover, there is no definition of health or illness... Support animals, in my understanding, only represent a bridge for an injured person to find the way back to the world of humane humans.
talk therapy is not helpful for PTSD and other body based dysfunctions. Although social relationships are. So a tx can be that non-judgmental friend we all need, or the questioning one when we need that. I was 13- when a German Shepherd my oldest brother brought home from the junk yard went for my throat. I got my arm up, but that's body based trauma. Didn't know what PTSD was, but even the sound of a dog chain collar could set off my full on stress reaction. Sometimes I heard dog collars that weren't. That did fade. Have had to chase off a lot of charging dogs since, and that actually helped.
PTSD certainly keeps the people unthinking about the real cause of the wars and domestic attacks, including the Covid crackdown of 2020.
I don't expect myself, or anybody in my normal circles, to ever need a service dog, but it was lovely (even therapeutic) to read such a nice article about dogs!! Awesome creatures! Thank you!
Ptsd here. A cat is my healing modality. And medication. But the adrenal dysfunction and associated biochemical physiology feedback loop appears a stalwart in presentation. Twice a week the mind trips in cascade of hyper arousal. This is why those advocating for fierce action, be it re Gaza. WEF etc would do to be considerate.
I was thinking about posting a "service cat," too.
Seventeen million is a conservative estimate, and only the beginning.
I've had this weird feeling for years, when reading discussions in comment sections that it's like fish in a restaurant fish tank talking about who is going to be eaten first.
The "Like" is for providing the link. Looks like one of the "we"s that don't exist and one of the "runs" that don't exist, either. Why? Because "the power elite" has never been identified. Why else? Because nothing has changed.