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| Shrink Shoots Offending Memo, Loses License | |
| 2004-06-30 | |
| The Nebraska Health and Human Services system has revoked the license of a North Platte therapist accused of firing a handgun at a memo that angered him. Perhaps he specialized in anger management, for the local Islamic community. Robert Powers, a mental health practitioner and professional counselor, got upset when he received a memo last summer saying only the manager of his office would have the key to certain supply drawers, according to state documents. The ones where they keep the Prozac? Powers took the memo and shot it several times with a .22-caliber handgun before returning it to the office, the document says. What a wuss. I find that the .45 ACP has much better stopping power against annoying memos and dysfunctional directives. Anything marked with "read and acknowledge" should be targeted with heavy artillery. Two days later, he reportedly called the office secretary and said he was too angry to return to work because he "might shoot somebody." Good reason to stay home, but why wasn’t he arrested? The comment prompted several co-workers to seek protection orders against him. The usual PC defense against armed maniacs. For once it seems to have worked. The state revoked Powers’ license to practice as a counselor or therapist on the grounds of unprofessional conduct.
Many years ago, I was taking a study break at about 3 in the morning and went to the local 7-11 to get some snacks and talk to the clerk, a classmate of mine. As we were talking, a drunken frat-guy came swaggering into the store and demanded to cash a personal check for $20. He was told that this was against store policy. He tried to argue but the clerk, who was 6’5" and looked something like a Viking, stared him down. The drunk grumbled under his breath, then turned and spat on the glass door as he walked out. The clerk didn’t see it, so I told him, "Hey, Don, that [anus] just spat on your door." Don looked up, saw the glob of spittle running down the glass and yelled, "why, that SOB, I’ll cut him into little pieces!" At that point, he reached under the counter, grabbed what turned out to be a genuine antique cavalry sabre, and charged into the parking lot waving the weapon over his head. He cornered the miscreant as the latter tried to get into his car. "Spit on my door, you mother-f****r? I’m gonna’ cut yer’ f***ing arms and legs off and slice out yer’ tongue if you ever show your s***-stupid face around here again," the sword wielding clerk yelled. The drunk started his car and departed in some haste. I recovered from my amazement long enough to ask, "Er, what if he’d had a gun?" "No sweat," Don responded. He then reached into his back pocket and produced a Walther PPK-S. I was afraid to ask about armor, he might have had an RPG in the backroom for all I know. Needless to say, this was all against the law, let alone company policy, but he was never caught. He never shot anyone or chopped them into pieces in the parking lot, either, at least not to my knowledge. The drunk apparently didn’t call the police, possibly for fear of not being believed, but it is a true story, so help me. Don the clerk is now a State Department official in Asia and is still something of a sword fancier. | |
| Posted by:Atomic Conspiracy |
| #6 Somewhere, Elvis is smiling. |
| Posted by: eLarson 2004-06-30 2:23:13 PM |
| #5 Why all the fuss? |
| Posted by: Shipman 2004-06-30 11:26:24 AM |
| #4 I have fantasized about doing this to some of the memos I receive. I usually fantasized about doing painful evil things to the memo writer myself. Mostly involving fire ants and honey. |
| Posted by: Steve 2004-06-30 10:39:48 AM |
| #3 I have fantasized about doing this to some of the memos I receive. Except my fantasy entailed a chain gun. |
| Posted by: Jonathan 2004-06-30 10:17:50 AM |
| #2 Doctor, |
| Posted by: Super Hose 2004-06-30 2:09:18 AM |
| #1 "The comment prompted several co-workers to seek protection orders against him." The usual PC defense against armed maniacs. For once it seems to have worked. Cuz he (the shrink) was essentially PC too - he just let his triglycerides get out of hand and, well, you know how it goes when that happens, heh. Don, your friend, now he keeps his tri-G's under control and prolly has his PC patter down pat - but doesn't buy a word of it, lol! |
| Posted by: .com 2004-06-30 1:32:21 AM |