Psychoanalysis

One day I told my secretary that as a child in school I was very shy and quiet. I would never speak up in school. I never complained about anything. “I find that very hard to believe”, she said with a big smile.

This made me think about how much I have changed after so many beatings. I suppose it was the beatings and torture from 1990 that changed me the most. After these beatings from the L.A.P.D, I made a vow to myself that I would spend the rest of my life complaining about these beatings even though the complaints would, of course, result in more beatings. My voice is like thunder but I was not born with this very loud voice that I have. As a child in school, I had a voice like a church mouse. My foghorn voice comes from 20 years of teaching rebellious kids in U.S. schools. If you spend 20 years trying to be heard over the shouting, heckling and laughing of very loud kids, your vocal cords will get buffed out like the incredible hulk.

My mom used to beat me up, but I would never complain to anybody. The kids would beat me up but I never complained to the principal. It was the 1990 beating from the L.A.P.D. that changed me forever. This was one of the reasons why I was passing out the leaflets that caused my arrests. Maybe judges Hillman and Nagle will never go to prison for what they did. Maybe Pedro Castillo, Dr. Miora and other shrinks will never go to prison for what they did. But I vow that I will spend the rest of my life trying to tell the whole world about it in many languages.

In this cartoon, Mooshy Ratton is allowed to talk about why he keeps getting arrested. But in real life, psychoanalysis is very different. I went through 10 years of psychoanalysis and the doctors would never let me finish explaining why I always get arrested every time I try to talk to a police officer. They would let me talk for 3 minutes and they would spend the rest of the Freudian hour (45 minutes) giving me a long sermon about stupid things that I already know. It was like sitting in church listening about virtue and evil which has nothing to do with my case. Virtue and evil has nothing to do with why the police officers arrested me. After their 42 minute sermon, the psychiatrists would complain, “you never let me get a word in edgewise” The police never arrested me because of virtue or evil. They arrested me because .I criticized them, because I was passing out leaflets on a public sidewalk (which criticized them) or because I refused to answer their question. The police did not want to hear my criticism. The psychiatrists didn’t want to hear the true reason why I keep getting arrested. The judges didn’t want to hear from my eyewitnesses why I was arrested so many times. But now the world will hear the true reason why I keep getting arrested and why I’ve been forced into exile. I will tell them in many languages.