. . . was necessary in order to avoid more retaliation at the hands of the Arizona Board of Psychologist Examiners. Since then I have successfully retired my psychologist licenses and I have left the State of Arizona.
It’s good to be back blogging and in Alaska. I have added twitter to my web presence at http://twitter.com/DrKentShow
However, I am still in recovery after a long ordeal that began at the Arizona Department of Corrections (ADC) and was continued by the Arizona Board of Psychologist Examiners. But I can report gains and discoveries.
If you read my new tabbed web pages entitled “Giving Psychology Away” and “Positive Projective Psychology,” I think you’ll begin to get a flavor of why I left the field and gave up my psychologist licenses.
Psychologists are supposed to be stalwarts of society and when psychologists begin to make wrong choices and do bad things, all of society suffers. As you read my blog, you will come to understand what I am referring to.
I promise I won’t let you down. I will do the right thing and I will astound you with my insights and revelations.
After giving practically everything I owned away (donating) and returning to Alaska, getting settled has been rough. Day Light Savings Time is terrible; Day Light Savings Time is bad for biological systems.
The drive up the Alaskan Canadian Highway (the Alcan) was an ordeal. It became the second most dangerous ride of my life only after my family’s first excursion up the Alcan in the summer of 1969 before it was paved. Back then we drove in a cloud of dust and slid the whole way up on the fist-sized rocks they called gravel. Only this time I was driving. Except for my cat and my dog I was alone.
I hit the road just five days after the first snowfall. Snow removal was poor to non-existent as the Canadians had just broken out their snow removal equipment. The road was icy and deeply rutted by truck tire chains. I had a tire blow out on my trailer at speed.
It seemed everyone who was towing a trailer ended up off the road in the ditch and stuck exceptfor me in my AWD SUV with its sophisticated traction controls. It took every bit of its 450 HP to pull me and my trailer back up onto the road when I was trying to avoid T-boning an 18-wheeler on the morning of my last day on the Alcan. My U-Haul trailer ended up weighing several hundred pounds more and looked like a dirty ice cube–covered in sheets & slabs of ice and dirt in Whitehorse. Worst of all: My cat Curly died in Edmonton. I really miss him. Curly used to rouse me every morning and insisted we played first thing. He was a good cat.
I met some really nice people on the road back and the overriding concensus: We were all gladly leaving the lower 48 states in order to escape the ominous fate of the contiguous states and their big cities.
Everyone felt we were leaving Sodom & Gomora just in time. Indeed, we have. More on that later. Much much more.
Welcome, to the newly improved Dr. Kent web site. I hope my fans will find me and once again make my blog and web site rise to the top of Internet search engines.
Your suggestions for my web site & blog and my web presence and your continued prayers & support are greatly appreciated.
At your service,
Dr. Kent