Who is Thomas Szasz

Thomas Stephen Szasz ( SAHSS; Hungarian: Szász Tamás István [saːs]; 15 April 1920 – 8 September 2012) was a Hungarian-American academic and psychiatrist. He served for most of his career as professor of psychiatry at the State University of New York Upstate Medical University in Syracuse, New York. A distinguished lifetime fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and a life member of the American Psychoanalytic Association, he was best known as a social critic of the moral and scientific foundations of psychiatry, as what he saw as the social control aims of medicine in modern society, as well as scientism. His books The Myth of Mental Illness (1961) and The Manufacture of Madness (1970) set out some of the arguments most associated with him.

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Trutherbotprop: "the battle for the world is the battle for definitions." --thomas szasz
Aimeeterese: m scott peck, theodore dalrymple and thomas szasz are good. most of them are ridiculous.
Wokeofshame: "it's not science! politics & economics! that's what psychiatry is, politics & economics! behavior control, it's not science, it's not medicine" thomas szasz psychiatrist & cofounder of the citizens commission on human rights (cchr) to oppose involuntary psychiatric treatments.
Trutherbotprop: "the battle for the world is the battle for definitions." --thomas szasz
Cryptocesar26: the proverb warns that, 'you should not bite the hand that feeds you.' but maybe you should, if it prevents you from feeding yourself. -thomas stephen szasz
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Her Name Liberty
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I thought to do a deed of chivalry,
An act of worth, which haply in her sight
Who was my mistress should recorded be
And of the nations. And, when thus the fight
Faltered and men once bold with faces white
Turned this and that way in excuse to flee,
I only stood, and by the foeman's might
Was overborne and mangled cruelly.
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