From: iw@notatall.net   
      
   This is a hypothetical dialogue, between analyst and non-sheepish patient,   
   purportedly   
   one of many *forced* interviews, mandated by any of various authorities under   
   any of   
   various circumstances, too numerous to list each possibility:   
      
   Psychiatrist to patient Joe: Please fill out this lengthy form   
   Patient Joe: I don't fill out forms; I know all too well of your corruptions;   
   if   
   there's something you want to know, then ask me   
   doc: What's your name?   
   joe: What's it to you?   
   doc: I need it for my records   
   joe: It carries no weight in gauging a person's competence   
   doc: Agreed   
   joe: Then I needn't supply it   
   doc: I still need it for my records   
   joe: That only tells me where you'll store the info; I still need to know how   
   it   
   factors in; I know all too well of your corruptions   
   doc: It's a marker, is all   
   joe: It betrays my national origin, and you might harbor personal prejudices   
   against   
   one or another nationality; I know all too well of your corruptions   
   doc: The State requires me to collect and store this info up front; it won't   
   prejudice   
   me, since I am 100% professionally detached and 1000% pure of heart   
   joe: Sure, sure; I know all too well of your corruptions; and I don't think   
   the State   
   makes   
   it its business to interlope between doctor and patient. You claim it's the   
   Law, but   
   cite that law, chapter and verse, or show it to me from a law book   
   doc: I haven't that available   
   joe: Then you can just forget about collecting extraneous personal info about   
   me! Ask   
   me a question that tends to differentiate the sane from the not-so-sane, and   
   I'll   
   answer   
   doc: [asks questions presumptively indicative of mental competence eg. "name   
   the last   
   5 US presidents" and "count backward by 7's from 98", etcetera]   
   joe: [answers all of doc's questions with perfect accuracy, and then says]   
   Then I'm   
   okay and I can go home now, knowing that you awarded me a clean bill of health?   
   doc: No, it's not that simple; I have many many more inquiries   
   joe: I know all too well of your corruptions, so you can take your filthy lying   
   inquest and you can stick it where the Sun don't shine!   
   doc: Oh, you're *definitely* a whack job; a hopeless case in fact; and I'm   
   writing you   
   up as such!   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)