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An English-Arabic site called “Free Iraq” has a story, How the U.S.robotizes their ‘Brave’ American soldiers . The feature is links for two stories, Erase their war crimes’ PTSD memories , and Have their wives/partners jerk them off online .
The Pentagon is starting an $11million study into the use of a drug to help with PTSD. Emory University is participating. The process involves a substance, D-Cycloserine (DCS), and a treatment called exposure therapy.
“Exposure therapy is thought to work by allowing patients to revisit traumas in safe settings. Every time the mind remembers an event, it “rewrites” that recollection. By helping a patient rewrite traumatic memories to be less frightening, studies suggest that exposure therapy can significantly improve symptoms like nightmares and flashbacks.
Adding DCS seems to hasten that process, targeting the precise brain pathways responsible for regulating fear responses.
Of course, the idea of using drugs to tweak memories isn’t without controversy: An online debate flared last year among … arguing over whether the existence of such drugs would “alter something that makes us all human,” or open a Pandora’s Box of illicit use “by people doing things they’d like to forget themselves, or that they would like others to forget.”
Wired magazine has a more detailed version of the same article. In the comments, readers talk about the effectiveness of medical marijuana for PTSD. Here is one story: “Thank you for standing up for the one safe thing that has helped me so much. Medical marijuana has NO recorded deaths, but pharmaceuticals kill people every day. I am a disabled Marine w/PTSD. Got my prescription, husband grew it under an attorney’s guidelines, and the local (not Federal) cops destroyed my house, took the plants, edibles, everything. They even took pills that the VA had prescribed for me. They took everything that was in total compliance with the state laws. They broke in the door and threw me on the ground while I was home alone with my baby. They had already arrested my husband while he was out, so that we would be alone when they “got us”. I haven’t been able to work since I got discharged. I begged the officer to understand that I am a Marine Sgt w/PTSD ans fibromyalgia. This has cost my husband and I thousands of dollars. He never even made any profit from growing. He was growing medicine for us because I personally need a lot. It has replaced tylenol 3, xanax, antidepressants, and muscle relaxers for me. Or DID until the local police decided they can make their own laws and terrorize people for choosing alternative medicine. After that I have a whole new level of PTSD. Underweight, can’t sleep, back on TONS of benzos and muscle relaxers, and my marriage is falling apart. I volunteered to die for my country as a teenager, when my parents wanted to send me to college instead. The attorney told us that these cases take about 2 years to end, and that dragging it out is part of their tactic to get medical marijuana users/growers to stop. My husband’s last court date lasted 6 hours, most of it waiting around. Our tax dollars are paying for this! I’m not saying that I’m above the law, but this is unconstitutional. WHERE IS THE JUSTICE?”
The other link is to PC Mag, with a feature called ” A Thousand Dildos For The Military Wives ” It is about teledildonics, or computer controlled sex toys. It is a brave new world.
“I’m not sure if he’s being skeezy or sweet here. Let me start with the technology. RealTouch is a slightly terrifying, synthetic orifice that lives in a plastic tube and connects to a computer. Based on data from an Internet connection, the unit warms up, lubes up, pulses and grips any item stuck into it. On the other end of a connection, a “performer”—who could be a paid “cam girl,” or the aforementioned military wife—hand-operates a sensor-covered rod to run the motors in the RealTouch. I really hope I didn’t just freak out anyone reading this story … As an intrepid reporter, I stuck my finger into a RealTouch unit while performer Kirsten Price hand-rubbed a nearby, Internet-connected dildo. The sensation was very strange; what felt like a whirring, rotating, feathery object made of a moist latex-like material was almost polishing my finger. Afterwards, my finger smelled like lube. I’m not going to judge. ”
Pictures are from ” The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”.