The New York Times this morning has an interesting article about the way “the law” limits options (read ties the hands) of University Officials.

Federal privacy and antidiscrimination laws restrict how universities can deal with students who have mental health problems. […]

“[…]What we really need to do is encourage students to seek mental health treatment if they need it, to remove any barriers to their getting help, destigmatize it, and make it safe, so they know there won’t be negative consequences,” said Karen Bower, a lawyer at the Bazelon Center for Mental Health Law in Washington, who represented Mr. Nott. […]

“[…]They can’t really kick someone out because they’re writing papers about weird topics, even if they seem withdrawn and hostile,” said Dr. Richard Kadison, chief of mental health services at Harvard University. “Most state laws are pretty clear: you can only bring students to hospitals if there is imminent risk to themselves or someone else, so universities are in a bit of a bind that way.” […]

Some of what is quoted in this story is indicative of one thing, I believe, our legal system is insane and should be sent for counseling. For instance, If I have read Dr. Sanity correctly over the years, someone who is insane does not necessarily know that fact. 

If I wear my protective tinfoil hat to keep the mothership from contacting me, and you don’t wear the hat I made for you, I’m not crazy you are.  Everyone knows you are going to get your brain-waves altered. You are absolutely insane.

To prove you are insane it is only necessary you read “the law,” you have allowed to be codified in the United States of America.

Lawyers and Judges,  have twisted so-called individual rights to mean you are not allowed to tell me I’m crazy, let alone do anything about it.

“What we really need to do is encourage students to seek mental health treatment if they need it…,” 

Herein lies the insanity; if I believe the mother ship is sending me brain altering signals does it not follow that a non-insane person would reason I am incapable of recognizing my need for help. In my world I’m not crazy: You are. You are the ones ignoring the signals from the mothership, therefore I must take drastic action.

However, you don’t know I’m considering drastic action because you have not considered the effectiveness of my tin-foil hat. It works, and it works quite well, thank you. You and your kind cannot penetrate the protection of my hat. My hat is awesome, without it I would be crazy.

You can’t possibly know that my hat has informed me to bide my time, act like you act, and on the appointed day carry out the “final solution,” as outlined in the prime directive.  Moreover, even if you do penetrate the force field my hat arrays, you have written some kind of stupid law which says:

“you can only bring students to hospitals if there is imminent risk to themselves or someone else.”

That sentence should speak volumes to sane people, but it obviously doesn’t. Since you can’t know what kind of risk I am unless I tell you in advance I will not get help – will I? Of course, I’m not going to tell you about the communications I receive through my hat because I still understand well enough to know you will attempt to stop me and the prime directive says my mission must be carried out no matter what.

You have made a law tying your hands as regards me, and you have also made it a crime to defend yourselves from me. Who is the crazy person here? I know it isn’t me, therefore, it must be you. Duh!

I have to go now, the mothership has penetrated my shield and I’m getting some very strange instructions that the prime directive says I must carry out.

If I were a student at Virginia Tech and this crazy writing was a Creative Writing assignment, what can you do? Nothing. 

And you call me crazy.

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