anti the anti anti-depressents

Catharsis Shifting the Blame “ Here's an interesting list for perusal. "Better Living Through Chemistry"? Seems to me the assault should be on the drug companies not the 2nd amendment. Click on the blue 'What' to access a story. Click on a red column heading to sort the index by that column. What Drug Date Where Additional School Shooting Prozac WITHDRAWAL 2008-02-15 Illinois ** 6 Dead: 15 Wounded: Perpetrator Was in Withdrawal from Med & Acting Erratically School Shooting Prozac Antidepressant 2005-03-24 Minnesota **10 Dead: 7 Wounded: Dosage Increased One Week before Rampage School Shooting Paxil [Seroxat] Antidepressant 2001-03-10 Pennsylvania **14 Year Old GIRL Shoots & Wounds Classmate at Catholic School School Shooting Zoloft Antidepressant & ADHD Med 2011-07-11 Alabama **14 Year Old Kills Fellow Middle School Student Skyhawker Doug sent me this link to SSRI Stories Antidepressant Nightmares.  Included is the chart partially shown above. "Seems to me the assault should be on the drug companies not the 2nd amendment." Why?  All this shows is that some (very high) percentage of shooters are unstable (duh), and that some of them have a prescription for an antidepressant.  It does not show how many were prescribed after treatment by a psychiatrist, as should probably always be the case,  or were instead diagnosed by the family MD who gave antidepressants to patients with vague symptoms.  La la La. My guess is most of them the latter. Back in the 90's Ralph Nader, and also the Church of Scientology,  used this same "Blame Game." They tried to have Prozac declared a dangerous substance by the FDA.  Ralph Nader's motive was to serve his  tort lawyer clientèle with a basis for class action lawsuits against pharmaceuticals.  The Church of Scientology saw, and sees, antidepressants as the  competition.  The move ultimately failed, and  it would not surprise me a bit to discover some of the same people are involved here. In 1993 I was diagnosed (by a shrink) as suffering from severe clinical depression.  I had, like most people, equated "depression," or the earlier, broadly used melancholia, like,  you know. Depressed, as when the Redskins lost the Super Bowl and the Terps get  hammered by NC State—on the same day!  It is not the same thing.  A few shots of Jack Daniels will restore happiness there, but will likely aggravate Depression. For me it was, as best as I can describe it, like a dark curtain descending, and enveloping you in the blink of an eye. With no obvious trigger.  Darkness.  At its worst,  it lasted for days.  But not once did I find myself filled with rage.  Instead, I simply didn't give a shit.  Couldn't get excited about anything, and blamed myself for everything.  Didn't care about anything, but I knew it was important to show, somehow,  my family that I did care, because they were the only thing I knew that I wanted feelings for.  This is a tough thing, when your employer is 100% dependent on your productivity to keep the ship afloat.  I fell unemployed.  The very short bottom line is that, for me, Zoloft did two things.  It allowed me to see sunshine, and it stabilized my mood so that there were no sudden swings into that darkness.  There was always some sun.  There is some downside;  like your days as a porn star are over (*wink wink*).  I've had trouble sustaining long term interest in a lot of things.  Where I once read three-four books a week, I now will have six books I've read partially lying about. But you learn to cope. There have been constants through all this, and this one is germane.  I was before, during, and after a close observer of American politics, and spent most of my television time watching C-Span (or Mystery Science Theater on Saturday).  During all that time I had recognized that the Democrat Party's agenda was identical to the American Communist Party's.  They are massive liars, and survived only because big media are bodyguards of those lies.  There is not a chance in hell however that I would employ violence.  My upbringing (Catholic schools) left me with an ethos that forbids both suicide and wanton murder.   My greatest blessings have been my family; especially MoSup who has suffered without complaint and—wait!  I know her trick!  She wants to be canonized; and probably will be, with me as her first qualifying miracle.  Whoa! ”