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.Szasz argued throughout his career t...
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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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Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko
 by John Keats

Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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