Wednesday, 11 May 2011

Show me a research psychologist and I'll show you someone who wouldn't know science if it slapped them in the face

Psychologists are idiots. At least rosenthal..or rosenbaum...forget who did the famous expectations experiment.

The study is a testament to psychologists unethical research practices. It is no surprise to anyone who's bother to read their shit.

People who believe in psychology don't believe in facts and science...oh....they will use science...but only to serve their ends. This is why psychological therapies show such high levels of publication bias. The search for truth has little meaning. The search to promote their truth - they're as guilty as psychiatrists.

The expectations experiment is a prime example of why psychologists are the shit I scrape off my soul. A group of kids were seqauested without knowledge. Their teachers were told, at random, some were late bloomers and expected to perform well. Everywhere you look you will see references to the result where the expectation of good performance shows good results in actual performance.

But thankfully I've learned enough about psychologists to know they're fucking cunts who would deny help to a suicidal person. They have no heart. They have no fucking idea about science.

It takes an unschooled individual - me - to see the crap. Read the data in the study and the effect doesn't happen in older children.

That sort of detail and science doesn't matter to psychologists. The journal which published the paper didn't give a shit about science. Psychologists are cunts.

And they are also specialising in behavioural modification and control. Like so much in mental health they use the whole distress thing to hide their actions.


Read far and wide enough you'll find the Journal of Behavioural Modification.

Cunts.

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