Spawz: Thanks fir the resounding statement of support. I was worried that Iz was gonna have to turn in my Catbox Card and walk back to Tweezerburg an' have to tell 'em that I got kicked out. Over there, I cause lots of trouble and they never call me no names. Okay, they duct tape the poor ol bobert's butt to nasty stuff. But, no names.

Now, on a more serious side. Ol bobert woke up one day a long time ago and discovered, much to his dismay, that he was a social worker in adult services in Richmond, Va. Well, I pinched myself and pinched myself but there weren't enough pinches in this word to change the fact. Well, my case load consisted of about 75 folks who were in and out of mental institutions and it was my job to keep an eye on them betweeen their stays at Central State Mental Hospital. Well, I got real good at dealing with them and I learned real quick not to got too bogged down in their insanity but just deal with their sanity. Most folks with mental probles have a sane part of their "being" and that is really the only part with which one can possibly communicate. Better said, "You can't argue with a sick mind."

I'm not exactly sure how this fits into this discussion but....