So as you already know, Johnny Boy King is mad. We’re getting a flood of new information about John King as it appears he’s managed to make a bunch of his fellow “activist” friends pretty mad. Mad enough to talk trash to antifa about him.
The support group that we pulled all of Johnny’s psych history from is none to happy with Johnny either. The bipolarsupportgroup mods decided they didn’t want their site flooded with traffic over the racist neanderthal John King. They booted him off their site and deleted all his posts. But… just in case you missed it… We saved a copy for your reading pleasure:
Hello everyone! My name is John King. I live in Jasper, Indiana in south-western Indiana. I’m 42 years old. My experience with Bipolar began after my short and aborted time in the Army. I was not a soldier. I worked in an Army hospital. I didn’t fight for your freedom and I didn’t do anything heroic. I was totally unfit and unprepared to be an Army officer. My parents pushed me into applying for an Army scholarship to attend medical school. My parents when I was in college started pushing this medical school idea on me. It didn’t work out. I quit early into my 4th semester. But I still owed the Army time. On my exit physical it was noted that I had an undefined neurosis and that I had received psych help while in uniform. I was rated at 0% compensation. It was not until about 5 years later while in the VA system that a secretary asked me why I had never appealed my 0%. I started down the road of appeals, several. I say that I used my college education (BS, MAEd and grad school) to get where I’m at. Between VA compensation and SSD I earn about 150% of the average Indiana per capita salary.
So, my illness did not kill my earning potential. It just shifted the source. The Army was a dumb idea when my parents twisted my arm into it when I was younger but I guess I turned a bad experience into a good thing by pursuing disability with the VA. My kids will receive free college education. All student loans have been forgiven. My medical and dental care is free for life. I haven’t needed to work for nearly 10 years. It is great to do what I want, say what I want and have no boss. I have an MAEd but I never was able to be a teacher for a day. Without Bipolar I would be a medical doctor now. I’m not saying that would be a good life. But since I’ve done about 9 years of education after high school, if you add it all up, I have feeling of unworth about myself because I don’t have a career. Everybody talks about their career. I have none and I want to build a stone monument in my backyard say “In Memory of the Career I never had.” My parents pushed me into a field that I obviously was not meant for even though my knowledge of the sciences is great. Between my first and second years of medical school I got my first taste (just 2 months) of military service at a major base. I remember this female major with a very masculine voice and demeanor saying “We’re gonna work you hard in our Army hospitals.”. A doctor on base told me that for the first 3 years he worked 90 hours per week. I came back home crazy. I learned more from a student at my school who was a year in front of me. “You think it’s bad now, you wait till you go to an Army hospital” I can’t go into detail but I was messed up from then on. Around 10 years later I got involved in dental school, still trying to get my parents’ approval which I’ve never really received. I lacked the fine motor skills and my bipolar made it impossible. I then got into a nursing school but they canned me on the first day because of my political/religious associations. And they want me to believe that my grandfathers fought in Europe for my freedom. What freedom? This led to a suicide attempt and 2 week stay at a VA hospital. Then my wife (we’ve been married 12 years and have 2 kids) told me it was time to try a new strategy: disability. I have problems finding and keeping friends because my emotional intensity can be very high if I like something or I oppose it. I can’t buy whole life insurance because Indiana allows insurance dealers to reject anyone with psych history without questions. When I was in the Army I was turned down for a top secret clearance just for the reason that I admitted to seeing a psychiatrist on base and receiving anxiety medication. That’s one reason why I do not say the pledge or sing the anthem. And I never missed a day of work in the Army because of my problem. While I may have been inept and undertrained (actually I was put into a job that I had no training for instead of putting me into the job I had received advanced training for). I would still love to do that job to this day, being the head of the records section of a military hospital. But it will never come to pass. 24.4% of people in Indiana have a declared psych diagnosis. How many haven’t come for treatment? I like to joke that when we “psych diagnosed people” become the majority in this state (and we are growing as the country goes down the drain) that payback is gonna be a real bitch to the so-called “normal” people who treat us like N-words. Some people tell me I ought to get a PhD or get a Law Degree. I’m sure I could get myself into these schools. But for what purpose? The bottom line is that SS and the VA say that I am “permanently unemployable”. If my parents had a family business it would work out well for me. If I screamed at people now and then, no problem. But in today’s world of work if you screw up in any way, your butt is out the door. I’m kind of like Quasimodo in the “Hunchback of Notre Dame”. As long as I stay in the “church” (disability) I am safe and get everything I need in abundance. But when I got out in the real world, I’m in for a good beating by the “normal” people.
This world is so sick. The Military takes credit for my illness beginning on their dime. I tell people that I’m a disabled veteran and it gets me nowhere. All this public talk about “Support the troops”. Go to WalMart and buy your cheap yellow ribbon sticker. I’m sick of empty slogans. 1 out of 5 homeless people are veterans. That’s real respect for people who they claim “fought for our freedom” (another empty slogan). Remember, if my grandfathers had been fighting for my freedom in WWII, I would have been allowed to attend Nursing school. Nobody, nowhere, no how fought for my freedom and please don’t write back trying to argue with me on this point. It’s my opinion and it doesn’t affect or infringe on your opinion and life. Thanks. People ask me what I do for a living. I have to just tell them that I’m retired because the average person has no education in psych issues. If they think I’m young for being retired, well, let’s just say I made some good choices when I was younger. This is just camouflage. I am really upset at times that I don’t have this “career”. I worked my but off in school (#13 in high school graduation), had high enough grades in college to get into medical school and grad school (for my worthless MAEd) and later dental school. A shrink once told me he’d give me an A for intellect but a F for social skills. Come on … I said.
Can’t you give me a D. No, you get an F. I’m trying to avoid some of the rotten things my father did when I was growing up. I don’t drink, don’t smoke, unlike my father. I try to spend a lot of time with my kids especially outside during the warm parts of the year. I try to watch my anger with them. Maybe I, looking at my family tree, am the one who is ending the insanity of past generations. But still the lack of friends and the lack of a career will probably bother me as long as I live. I’ll probably outlive my “normal” class mates since my life is low in stress. Several years ago I went to my 20th high school reunion. A class mate of mine had finished the same medical school and gone thru residency. He looked about 10 years older than me and had lost most of his hair. I could tell by looking at his skin that he was an alcoholic. I told him that I was glad that he not I had become a doctor. My position in life besides his its financial perks has other advantages.
I’m able to say and write whatever I please. I can even travel independently. I was in London in early May working on the campaign of my favorite party over there. What working stiff could afford that or have the time for it? So, in conclusion, my lfe is a mixed bag. The medications aren’t wonder drugs but they keep me stable around the house in normal situations. But when I get excited (I am a political animal) I’m like a top that was over wound. Any advice you guys and gals can give me on this career thing and finding friends would be much appreaciated. – Archived from Bipolarsupportgroup.net
Hmmm…. I wonder what political party it was that he was working for over in Britain… I assure you we’ll have more about John King coming in the future.