I'm not too afeared of the legislative proposals, and I'm folding up my tin foil hat on the executive orders. But make no mistake, there's very much mischief tied into those proposals, especially as they pertain to mental health records and the behavior of doctors and counselors.
I'm considered a complete, but harmless, loon by my co-workers (by virtue, if nothing else, of merely being a gun owner). Okay, the big Glasden Flag on the wall might add to it. I'd hate to think that if I was really struggling with evil ideation or a complete inability to function, I would fear seeking out help. Given this environment, I would be. Well, until I reached the poo-flinging stage.
