#1,053: Did You Hear the One About the Psychiatrist Who Went to Heaven?
Coral Springs: October 18. 2025
First things first: yesterday Annie, Nurit and I attended a historic, energetic, colorful, and totally peaceful “No Kings” rally along University Drive in downtown Coral Springs.. My guestimate is that there were about 2,500 people along the route, which stretched for about half-a mile, mostly on the east side of the street (the shady side . . . remember, this is sunny South Florida!) The placards, tee-shirts and costumes were about as creative as humanly possible. Altogether, there were people of all ages, colors and languages in attendance, not to mention the hundreds of drivers honking their horns in solidarity. Standing and waiving my two-sided sign, I couldn’t help but remember the first protest rally I ever attended . . . a “No War Toys!” protest held on Santa Monica beach back in the summer of 1964. For many, rallying, protesting and resisting is not for sissies; it is a lifelong obsession.
Many of us attended a similar event back in June, but the months since have seen IT make a truly dizzying array of changes in quick succession. This time, the crowds included a new round of protesters, those who said they were outraged over immigration raids, the deployment of federal troops in cities, government layoffs, steep budget cuts, the chipping away of voting rights, the rollback of vaccine requirements, the reversal on treaties with tribes and the so-called One Big Beautiful Bill. Despite what the White House press office claimed, this turned out to be the single-largest protest rally in American history.
I know that whenever I attend a protest rally (and I’ve been doing it for more than 60 years now), I remember the words of Rabbi Tarfon:
לֹא עָלֶיךָ הַמְּלָאכָה לִגְמוֹר, וְלֹא אַתָּה בֶן חוֹרִין לִבָּטֵל מִמֶּנָּה
“It is not your duty to finish the work, but neither are you at liberty to neglect it” (Pirke Avot, 2:16)
Hate to say it, but I don’t think the work will ever be finished. Over the past 250 years, America has always had a kind of split personality; a bifurcation of both intention and identification, if you will. Our very Constitution is an attempt to keep that bifurcation - between rich and poor, landowner and landless, “blueblood” and "illegal” - from becoming a chasm of societal necrosis. It is precisely because of our historic bifurcation that we have a bicameral federal legislature: the House was meant to represent the people; the Senate was a sop to the wealthy. That is also why we have a tripartite federal setup: legislative, executive and judicial . . . with the legislative coming first.
King Croesus of Lydia
Nonetheless, what’s been going on since a (supposed) billionaire descended on a gold-encrusted elevator back in 2015 to announce that he was running for POTUS is something Adams, Jefferson, Franklin and the rest of the Founders could never have imagined . . . let alone been prescient enough to set up safeguards against . . . to wit, a "leader” who simply doesn’t give a sh-t about anything or anyone but himself.
To the MAGA leader and his family of followers, the U.S. Government is no mere piggybank; it is their personal mint; a tool for making them richer than Croesus, the last king of the ancient Lydian Empire. What makes things even more deplorable is that he - and his closest followers - are now likening him to both the savior of Christianity and the Almighty coself* (co being my "he/she” pronoun for the Divine).
Want proof? Well, just a couple of days ago, POTUS’s son Eric, told podcaster Benny Johnson that we should all thank his dad for " . . . keeping Budweiser trans free, Colin Kaepernick out of the NFL and for 'saving G-d’.” This is way beyond chutzpah; it is outright blasphemy. Eric the Egregious actually told the podcaster “We’re saving Christianity. We’re saving G-d. We’ve saving (sic) the family unit. We’re saving this nation. I mean, DEI is out of the window . . . We have a return to people going to church.” AAArgh!
Not to be outdone, just days before the nationwide “No Kings” rallies, White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt told Fox News The Democrat Party’s main constituency are made up of Hamas terrorists, illegal aliens, and violent criminals. Back in April Leavitt claimed that her boss was behind a ‘spiritual revival’ in the U.S. and helping people move ‘closer to G-d.’ Who in the hell is she referring to? The man who has spent less time in church than the founder of “American Atheists,” the late Madeline Murray O’Hair?
Somewhat ironically, during the 4 months between the June 14th and October 18th rallies, I’ve been immersing myself in reading the late novelist Upton Sinclair’s jaw-dropping 11-volume Lanny Budd series . . . an utterly brilliant (though lamentably long-forgotten) work of historic fiction. Between 1940 and 1953, Sinclair wrote this series of novels featuring a central character named Lanny Budd. He was the son of an American arms manufacturer who moved in the confidence of world leaders, not simply witnessing events, but often propelling them. Lanny has often been characterized as the antithesis of the “Ugly American”: a sophisticated socialite who mingles easily with people from all cultures and socioeconomic classes. What originally drew me to the series was that it covers western history from WWI through McCarthyism about as well as any textbook could ever hope . . . and yet be totally entertaining.
Here comes the irony: right now, I am immersed in the 5th volume of the series, Presidential Agent, in which Lanny becomes a secret agent in the employ of President Franklin D. Roosevelt. Upon meeting FDR, we listen in as the great man tries to impress Lanny with just how terribly busy he is . . . and what his enemies say about him. I am supposed to be drunk all the time, and in spite of my physical deficiencies I maintain a large harem. Lanny responds by saying;
Presidential Agent (1944)
Have you heard the one about the psychiatrist who died and went to heaven and was invited to psychoanalyse G-d?
FDR: No. Has that something to do with me?
Lanny: St. Peter explained that G-d was suffering from delusions of grandeur . . . He thought He was Franklin D. Roosevelt!
The president threw back his head and laughed heartily; he put his soul into his enjoyment of a joke, and it was a good thing to hear. Lanny remembered that Abraham Lincoln had sought the same kind of relief from too many burdens. . . .
From what I’ve learned through research, this was actually a well-known joke in 1936 . . . after FDR won a second term, beating the pants off of Kansas Governor Alf Landon 60.8%-36.5% (523 electoral votes to a mere 8). Considering those who are touting the Beloved Pouter Pidgeon as the true Savior, the satiric bot mot still works rather well.
Make no mistake about it: FELON#47 is neither the savior nor the redeemer . . . let alone a leader of a country. What he is is the leader of a cult; a man suffering from unmistakable mental deficits and an ego thinner than tissue paper. That so many of his followers believe every word he says - or remain mum in the face of what they know to be his many shortcomings - is traitorous . . . to say the least.
NO, G-d Almighty does not want to be IT; what Co wants - or demands - is for all of us to be patriots, and thus fearlessly live up to the rights and responsibilities of American citizenship . . . which includes voting, rallying and resisting autocracy.
Rabbi Tarfon spoke the absolute truth:
It is not your duty to finish the work, but neither are you at liberty to neglect it."
Copyright©2025 Kurt Franklin Stone