I just returned from my first meeting with my newest psychatrist. She refused to discuss tapering of Benzos for me. She told me that it is not a good medication because it may lead to cognitive decline. When I pointed out that half of the med's prescribed by the VA are as bad or worse for the body, she had no response. I take Depakote for my bipolar mood swings, gabapentin for sleep and helping me stay asleep because I suffered injuries in Vietnam which after fifty years later, I'm often awakened if I roll over onto either of my surgically-repaired shoulders, the pain is strong enough to jump up out of bed, and if that's not enough, the drug makes me loopy. Doctors simply don't want to discuss Benzos and the VA refuses to taper anyone off these medications even though my Parkinson's is likely medically-induced, I'm still getting shot down on exposure to Agent Orange exposure while stationed in Vietnam or from drinking toxic water during my seven month stay at Camp Lejeune. I haven't built up a good enough case because I used the medical care from work or saw physicians while living overseas for the better part of my life after being honorable discharged from the Marines back in 1971. This country is a disgrace to all of us who served in Vietnam. I plan to leave the US for good as soon as I get the compensation I deserve. Dick Cheney and Halliburton, Sikorsky Helicopters, the big banks, and munition contractors made out like bandits while those of us who suffer the crippling effects of an unjust war will wither away and die without receiving what we need to get on with living meaningful, healthy and productive lives. Even Henry Kissinger, a mass-murderer, lives on and on doing photo ops with disgusting politicians who send young kids off to wars in places they can't locate on maps, let alone pronounce the names of the places in which they're sent off to die. One final word: Screw this sick war-mongering empire-building nation. The middle and working-classes in America will soon be doomed to a life of misery. We're living in a house of cards, and the only people who will emerge unscathed will be the top ten percent of the top ten percent, I've been a proud member of the working class since I left home at age fourteen, gotten an excellent education while traveling around the world, and my progressive neurological illness doesn't kill me, then I've lived a wonderful life without regrets, and hope that my dear wife will go on without me. We're each others reason for living, so I'll just do the best I can with a smile on my face and love for all and gratitude in my heart,