There are folks, out there (double entendre intended), who are hoarding food and weapons because they fear a nuclear Armageddon brought on by the Iranians. While we can't say, for sure, that they are clinically disturbed, their thought processes do seem to be consistent with what those in the mental health profession define as paranoia - and if not, perhaps a touch of OCD. Who knows? I'll leave it to the professionals such as Fox News' "Medical A Team" member, Dr. Keith Ablow, who thinks that hoarding "enormous" caches of weapons, in advance of an Iranian precipitated nuclear holocaust, is "way normal." True story!
During a Fox & Friends First "Normal or Nuts" segment, earlier this week, Ablow was asked, via a viewer question, if amassing vast stores of food and "defensive ordinance" is normal. Ablow responded that if is “way normal." Because how can this guy be crazy when the Iranians are close to getting a nuclear weapon? It may be that the rest of us who aren’t amassing survival gear are the crazy ones."
To Ainsley Earhardt's question of where those NY'ers, who live in small apartments, could store their stuff, Ablow responded that he has a cache in his apartment where Ainsley is "welcome, anytime."
Okaaayyy....uh-huh....yeah right..... (Pssst, Ainsley, don't take him up on his offer!)
Put it this way, I wouldn't want to be Ablow's patient, especially if I'm not making sufficient progress. But really, Dr. Ablow might want to check his DSM IV as paranoid ideation isn't classified as "way normal" and if he thinks it is, it might be Ablow who needs a check-up from the neck-up. Rather than "way normal," could we say it's way strange and unsettling? The answer is Ablowing in the wind? (Ouch!)
And BTW, isn't Ablow's pal, Glenn Beck ready for the end times?
His BFF the sht flinging Baboon Beck was predicting “riots on the streets this Summer” to Billdo.
After the segment, Billdo ran off to buy batteries for his 10,000 “shoes” collection.
Way normal!
In fact, the only people I can think of that would are the same people who wished they could live in the game Fallout: New Vegas.
In 1961(or was it 62?), when the whole of the South was locked down during a little spitting contest over some Soviet missiles in Cuba, some of us decided that the bunkers were not for us. Why spend two weeks in cramped quarters only to die an agonising death from radioactive poisoning? We had a party on the lawn.
(shudders)
