As I raise my flute in drunken glee, I look upon what was once a live tree. So concerned with this planet and global warming, my resolution to do better can wait til morning.
For tonight, I celebrate with friends and acquaintances, spreading well wishes and exchanging whispered confidences. The wrongs of this world, for just one night can wait a little longer for us to do what’s right.
A sick child with no health care will have to hold on until I open my bleary eyes to greet the new dawn. The Black man being dragged by the Ku Klux Klan should have seen them coming, he should have ran.
Of course I care about the people who have addictions just like I care about my neighbor who can’t afford her prescriptions. I know about the homeless who have formed a tent city. But for just this night, champagne will take away my pity. And as the seconds tick away towards the New Year, even champagne cannot stop me from shedding another tear.
I wrote this one because as we celebrate the ringing out of the old and in with the new, I cannot help but believe that more misery, cruelty, suffering, chaos, war and all things of horror, will follow us into this new year and beyond, for what will have changed?
As we head to our parties tonight, break out our party favors and drink our champagne toasts at midnight, wish each other a “Happy New Year,” are we really going to think that this year will be any happier than 2019 or 2018 or 2017? What is going to change to get us to actually mean it when we say, “Happy New Year?” It will be just another year of the same because we won’t change. We will continue in our old ways of ignoring those who are less fortunate. We will pretend as though there are not wars being fought just because. We will never for a minute think that we have aided and abetted in the destruction of this planet through our selfish acts as we scream, “Happy New Year To One And All!” If we really meant that, we’d know it because it would show, but when you look around, does it show? Does it look as though we give a damn about the children who go to bed, hungry? Does it look like we give a damn about the homeless? Does it look like we care about those who are in unimaginable pain because they have no health insurance? Does it look like we are going to start doing something to hold our elected representatives accountable for the way they continuously make the working poor pay for the idleness of the rich? Does it look like the ‘new year’ will bring about a change in the human psyche which seems hell bent on self-destruction? If any of you ponder these questions, I already know what the outcome will be. Exactlyhow you were in 2017, 2018, 2019 is how you will be in 2020 and on and on it will go until they plant you. Because we are always going to wait til tomorrow to ‘do’ better. Just like each and every year, we are bombarded with ads to lose weight and get in shape and some people actually make a resolution to do just that and then after a month, what happens? Back to square one. We’re pathetic!
And so, I will not say, “Happy New Year!” I will merely say, “Welcome to the rest of your lives!” War, misery, homelessness, joblessness, starvation, income inequality, racism, ignorance, selfishness, arrogance, greed, lust, apathy and complacency and your solutions to getting through all of this; heroin, crack, alcohol, weed, mass murder and suicide.
“Something about the 27-year-old man who showed up Wednesday night in the emergency room at Irvine Medical Center in California led the staff to alert police.
Whether it was something they observed or overheard him say, police aren’t saying. But after Irvine officers spoke with the man, Camden Burton Nicholson, they called their peers in neighboring Newport Beach about 9 p.m. and sent them to a home in the gated Bonita Canyon community for a welfare check.
Inside the Newport Beach residence at 36 Palazzo, police found three bodies, they said in a news release.
Dead were Nicholson’s father, Richard, 64, and mother Kim, 61, and a woman later identified as the couple’s housekeeper, Maria Morse, 57, the Orange County Sheriff’s Office confirmed.”
Mrs. Morse’s husband also goes on to state that Kim Nicholson had given his wife a letter that was to be delivered to her attorney wherein she states that she is fearful of her son, whether that letter was ever delivered is anyone’s guess.
This is exactly why the title of my previous post is Mental Illness Is NOT Taken Seriously In America! Here is yet another testament as to the veracity of that statement. A mother was so terrified of her son that she tried to, surreptitiously, get a message out to her attorney in the hopes that he would take her fears seriously and act upon them. And yet, this is another case of “too little, too late.”
What must happen before mental illness receives the attention it deserves? How many loved ones or caregivers of the mentally ill must die before something is done about the fact that mentally ill people are left untreated and unsupervised by mental health care professionals while their care falls on their family members and others within their sphere who are ill-equipped to deal with these individuals? I have already stated this before and I shall do so again, so long as the mentally ill individual murders their immediate family or commits suicide, nothing will be done and quite frankly, nothing is done even when they make headlines for having murdered a bunch of strangers.
Those of us who take care of the mentally ill live in constant fear for our lives and mental health care professionals are completely aware of this and yet, nothing is done. There are so many horror stories that mimic what happened to Richard and Kim Nicholson and their housekeeper, Maria Morse while we sit back and read each story as they come down the pike and stories of the like will continue. Those people did not have to die. They did not have a terminal illness and so were given six months to live and yet in all actuality, they were consigned to their fate by a system that is set up to make sure that this particular outcome, continues. A mother, a father and their housekeeper are dead because no one in the mental health care field gave a damn about the fact that their son’s mental illness was spiraling out-of-control and his immediate caregivers couldn’t do a thing but wait for what they knew was inevitable; their ultimate demise at the hands of their mentally ill son, hence the reason for the letter that Kim Nicholson was trying to get her housekeeper to hand over to her attorney so that he/she would know she lived in fear of her mentally ill son.
People like Kim Nicholson and her husband and their housekeeper were not able to wait around for Mental Health Awareness Month in the hopes of being interviewed simply because May has been designated the month to recognize those who live with mental illness. What about those who die from mental illness because mental illness does indeed, kill? Doing nothing about mental illness kills. Ignoring mental illness kills.
The Nicholsons’ son took himself to the E.R. after having killed his mother, father and their housekeeper and upon seeing that something wasn’t right about him, hospital personnel alerted the police who then went to the Nicholsons’ home and found them along with their housekeeper, dead. They never made headline news in trying to obtain help to deal with their mentally ill son, but they sure as hell are headline news now.
I live in fear just as Kim Nicholson lived in fear and look what happened to her. I have begged and pleaded with my mentally ill cousin’s mental health care providers to do something about his condition and about the fact that I live in constant fear of his mental condition and yet, nothing is done. This is indeed, indicative of just how futile it is to look for help from his so-called mental health care providers. If you have not read the post preceding this one, my cousin just engaged in a 15-hour standoff with police/SWAT because he wanted to commit suicide by train…AGAIN and so took himself and multiple knives to some train tracks, placed himself on the tracks to await a train, whereas he was observed by a passerby and the police were alerted to a possible mentally ill individual attempting suicide. When the police/SWAT arrived at the scene, he threatened to stab himself if they did not allow the train to run over him. Unbeknownst to me, he had taken several knives and left our home earlier that morning with every intention of never returning to it. He had seen his psychiatrist a mere twelve days prior to this suicide attempt. The 15-hour standoff came to a conclusion only because my cousin was shot with bean bags and pellets that hurt so bad, he had no choice but to surrender his knives. After a five day stint in the psych ward, he was sent right back home for me to deal with. He had previously attempted suicide multiple times. He had already drank bleach twice, drank furniture polish remover, drank Borax, slit his wrist, jumped in front of a train, taken knives and walked around Baltimore and was promptly shot by the cops and now this latest suicide attempt on January 22nd.
By now, I don’t know why I have not attempted suicide because I have no support. I have no group to go to and air my grievances over the fact that there is no support and I have tried to get my story told before it is a part of my obituary resulting from my death at the hands of my mentally ill cousin. And I am sure that what will not be included is the extent to which I have gone to get my story told and to get some help not only for my mentally ill cousin, but for myself as well.
As I type this, my cousin is on his way to attend an appointment with a new psychiatrist, or so I hope, since I could not drive him because the roads are bad thanks to this latest winter storm. Each day, I live with a sword hanging over my head. Is he going to take his meds? Are they going to continue to be effective? Is he going to change personalities again? Will he give up hope and try and end it? Will his psychosis return and make him forget who I am? All of that has happened. He has been in the throes of psychosis and come at me with knives and I now know how I would react in a horrifying situation, I’d freeze because that is what I did. When he came at me with knives, I merely said, “So, are you going to stab me now?” He looked at me for a moment and then backed away and, coincidentally, I was on the phone, on hold waiting for help from ‘The Crisis Line’ who eventually told me to call back at 9:00a.m. I was on the phone with them at 4:00a.m. Even our emergencies must occur between the hours of 9:00a.m. to 5:00p.m. despite the fact that “The Crisis Line” is open 24/7. That, apparently, is a lie.
And so for those of you who are going through what I am going through, I wish that I could offer you hope, but I don’t have any. Kim Nicholson, her husband and their housekeeper had no hope. But maybe if we are still around in May, someone will tell our story. Someone will write about our pain and anguish over trying to navigate through a mental health care system that is so broken, it is useless. Maybe we just need to make it to May and then we’ll be taken seriously. And yeah, maybe there will be world peace by then as well, I’m that delusional.
A tale of two Amerikkkas is about an Amerikkka where one group is just too ‘white privileged’ to want to live while the other Amerikkka is just too destitute, poverty-stricken and saturated with guns and drugs to be able to live. First, we shall start with the ‘white privileged’ group.
The home video will look so familiar to so many parents: a sweet little girl singing and dancing her way to her teen years, recognized for achievements outside the home and thoroughly cherished inside it.
But the full story of Alexandra Valoras’ life is more terrifying than familiar. Just weeks after a family ski vacation, the 17-year-old high school junior, straight-A student, class officer and robotics whiz made her bed, tidied her room and walked to a highway overpass in Grafton, Massachusetts. She jumped off the edge.
Yes, it was just too much! The pressure of living up to all that she felt was expected of her was just too much for Alexandra Valoras to deal with. She would have been considered a failure if she had ever gone to her parents and told them what she instead, wrote in a journal in that she was just too tired of being their ‘perfect little angel’. “Daddy took me to a concert and I hated it while I had to pretend to love it,” she wrote in her journal. “Just got back from skiing and I hated it.” “Just received another medal for doing something else outstanding.” “Just named ‘honor student of the year’.” “But I am a failure!” “I am lazy!” These are the feelings that poor privileged Alexandra Valoras wrote in her journal that she could not say to her parents and would they have even listened or paid any attention to her words? The words in her journal do not sound as though she felt, “cherished.” But now that she is dead, her parents have finally found her journal, which was in the home the entire time. However, her parents had to find the journal near her body as she lay dead underneath a highway overpass. And Alexandra’s parents are still wondering to this very day, why they had no clue as to what their daughter was going through. So, what? They never heard that it is well within your rights as a parent to know what your child is up to? You are obligated to know what your child is up to. In this day and age of internet bullying, cyber stalking and Craigslist meetups and murders, you’d better sift through your child’s emails, social media accounts and yes, journals and diaries. The day your children have privacy is the day they leave the nest.
Whites are so oblivious to everything around them, including their own family members, that they don’t even know their own children. They are more clued in to other groups whom they hate for whatever reason, than they are to their own family who, like Alexandra Valoras, wrote her true feelings down and her journal, chronicling her feelings was in her room, waiting to be found, but since her parents simply could not be bothered, she is now dead and they are sitting somewhere wondering, “WHY?” You have only yourselves to blame since you think that giving your children ALL that money and credit cards can buy is what they need and because of this, you will continue to read diaries and journals that showcase your shockingly appalling lack of awareness of what is going on in your own homes. While you think your children’s smiles speak volumes on their mental well-being, you will continue to find your children lying underneath an overpass or hanging from the rafters while you are busy on the phone with your ski instructor making plans for your next ski vacation.
Now the Valoras claim they are on a mission to stop this from happening to other ‘white’ parents who just give their children everything that money and credit cards can buy, but little else. Your country clubs and golf courses and spa retreats come first. When do you have the time to even wonder what your children are doing when you’re meeting Rachel for lunch and then you have a hair appointment and then you’ve got to meet your tennis instructor and then you’ve got to go to the gym and then you’ve got to meet with Sarah for cocktails and dinner at an expensive restaurant and by the time you make it back home, your children should be in bed. And you get up the next day and do the same exact shit with different people and yet it is all so pointless because your children are very much aware that you prefer to spend time with anyone else, anywhere else so long as it is not with them, that is until they have managed to get your attention by achieving an honor and then that is when you take them to a concert, to celebrate that achievement. But then it is back to your selfish, self-serving lifestyle that revolves around you while you are sitting back thinking that your children should feel “cherished” simply because ‘why shouldn’t they’ since they have everything money can buy? Oh, you think your kids are okay because they have every device to play with and their rooms are filled to bursting, but what money cannot buy is what your children are missing, namely their parents undivided attention and love, not just parents who only reward them when they are honored for some achievement. They may as well be a trained seal, performing for you for treats.
Since this is September, which has been designated as National Suicide Prevention Awareness Month, I guess this story is to showcase the fact that suicide is now the second leading cause of death for ‘white’ 15 to 24 year olds of both sexes and that ‘white’ teen suicide is now at a 40-year high for young women Alexandra’s age. There is also a list of warning signs you are to look out for.
A person thinking about or threatening suicide or seeking a way to kill themself
Increased substance abuse Feelings of purposelessness, anxiety, being trapped, or hopeless
Social isolation and withdrawing from people and activities
Expressing unusual anger, recklessness, or mood changes
But I don’t believe that this was the case with Alexandra Valoras since she did not display her feelings of purposelessness and hopelessness. She wrote them down. She wanted her parents to find her journal, but instead, she had to leave it where she committed suicide because she knew they’d not be able to overlook it then.
So, white folks! Instead of turning your anger and hatred towards others, maybe you should figure out what is going on in your own households and focus your attention there. It would seem to be the logical thing to do or you will continue to find your children at the bottom of an overpass after having jumped and the journal chronicling their journey to that overpass, lying somewhere nearby.
Next we come to the ‘other Amerikkka where suicide would be understood as a way out, however, homicides are the way out for far too many. But who cares about these statistics?
Baltimore had the worst homicide rate among the nation’s 50 largest cities last year and the second-highest violent crime rate overall, according to new data from the FBI.
The grim news was the latest reminder of the sustained cycle of violence that has gripped the city since 2015, when the annual number of homicides soared above 300 for three consecutive years after the unrest that followed Freddie Gray’s death from injuries suffered in police custody.
Baltimore Maryland is a city I know too much about after having lived there for several years in the mid 90s and again recently. I posted a blog a few years back detailing the outrageous horrifying statistics of a city mired in poverty, drug addiction, prostitution, gang violence, drug turf wars and hundreds of homicides a year. I even pointed out the fact that the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) is headquartered on Mt. Hope Drive in Baltimore, MD and yet, there is nothing that that organization has done to rein in the horrific statistics of a majority Black city. Far too many of Baltimore’s children are the victims of poverty and drug addicted single moms who don’t even know who their father is and if they do, he is more than likely in prison or has been murdered. These children are dropping out of school in record numbers and are being groomed for the ‘school-to-prison pipeline’.
In a post titled, “Sirens Are Our Lullabies,” I penned a poem about how Baltimore’s citizens, especially her children, are not gently falling asleep to the tune of softly whispered lullabies from their parent’s lips, but by the screams of sirens nearby that could only mean one thing, another homicide.
‘Did you hear that?’: Amid Baltimore’s surge in killings, a faint cry in a locked car
BALTIMORE — No one saw the baby.
She sat in a gold-hued car with tinted black windows as her 26-year-old father lay on the ground outside, dying.
All eyes were on him, another fallen body in a city increasingly defined by them.
In portions of Baltimore, the strobe lights of police cars is as much a part of the landscape as boarded-up homes. But the pace of the killings this year has been stunning as the city struggles to recover from rioting in 2015. As of Friday, 124 people had been slain, including five on a recent day, making Baltimore’s homicide rate one of the highest in the country. It is more than triple Washington’s rate and higher than the homicide rates in New Orleans and Chicago, two places that have become national symbols of gun violence.
A crying baby, sitting in her car seat, oblivious to the fact that her father lay dying mere feet away, unaware of the poverty and unbelievable hardships that she is going to have to face, if she does not get shot dead during some drive-by shooting first. Unlike Alexandra Valoras, who killed herself even as she had everything money and credit cards could buy and two parents in the household who took her on ski vacations and to concerts that she really didn’t want to go to, this little Black baby girl, sitting in her daddy’s car, will never know her father, much less will she have the opportunity to go on a ski vacation or even to a concert. It is highly likely that she will never know the area beyond the derelict neighborhood she and her mother will ‘live’ in. It is also highly likely that she will be raised by her grandmother, if she is still alive, because many young adults in Baltimore are strung out on drugs, either illegal or government sanctioned and grandmothers are left to raise their grandchildren, when they can. Otherwise, they end up in foster care.
Heroin and crack have decimated many cities that house a majority of Black residents and elected officials just shake their heads and bemoan the paucity of good paying jobs that could take the place of drug dealing, thus cutting down on the poverty and homicide rates. They look to the police to incarcerate the problem away. They look to ex-cons to patrol neighborhoods in order to instill a “You don’t want to end up like me,” message into the residents mired in hopelessness, poverty, violence and despair. But is any of this working? Hell no!
Whites, who are probably like Alexandra Valoras parents watch the evening news and exclaim over the violence of “those” people and say to themselves, “At least OUR children don’t have to rub shoulders with those people,” not even realizing that they have more in common with “those” people than they think. The same hopelessness and despair that drove Alexandra Valoras to commit suicide exists in the children of those who live in cities like Baltimore, MD. The only difference is they know that they will more than likely be murdered by simply walking to the store than be a victim of suicide. Commit suicide? What for? It is only a matter of time before they too, will become, a homicide statistic.
So, I say to Alexandra Valoras’ parents, while you are out parading around town, spreading the news that other parents in your shoes should take more interest in what their children are doing, take a moment and stop and consider that what happened to your daughter is in some way, karma, thanks in part to your lack of empathy, compassion and sympathy for those who are born into poverty, hopelessness and despair; the outcasts, those who have been abandoned deliberately by whites who are responsible for why a little Black girl in Baltimore City is in a car seat, mere feet away from her dying father who you think died at the hands of another Black man, but in reality, he is dead because guns and drugs were put into the hands of his killer by those who look like you since Black people do not own the planes and ships to deposit drugs on America’s shores nor do Black people manufacture guns or are members of the NRA that tout lax gun laws to politicians, daily. Those who look like you do. But there you sit in your insulated world thinking that all is right within it, that is until you find your daughter, lying dead underneath an overpass with the pain of having lived with you scribbled in a journal near her dead body. If she finds life intolerable living with you, how do you think it is for us? Something I would think on if I were you because what comes around, as you can plainly see, goes around.
The decision to open Army recruiting to those with mental health conditions comes as the service faces the challenging goal of recruiting 80,000 new soldiers through September 2018. To meet last year’s goal of 69,000, the Army accepted more recruits who fared poorly on aptitude tests, increased the number of waivers granted for marijuana use and offered hundreds of millions of dollars in bonuses.
What the fuck??!!! Because the Army is having problems meeting recruitment goals, the Army has now lowered its standards even further to include those who self-mutilate, are bi-polar, suffer from depression and abuse drugs and alcohol. So, I guess Army recruitment centers will now be set up in mental health clinics all across the United States. Army recruitment centers will be set up where Alcoholics Anonymous meetings are held. Army recruitment centers will now be set up where Narcotics Anonymous meetings are held and where folks line up to get their methadone.
But according to the Veterans Administration, 20 veterans commit suicide a day. In 2014, the latest year available, more than 7,400 veterans took their own lives, accounting for 18 percent of all suicides in America and this occurred BEFORE this new ban was lifted and so this will add to those who take their own lives since they’ll already be mentally ill or be vulnerable to mental illness and suicide BEFORE they’re ever sent through basic training.
The whole world should be laughing at US because what most of us have been saying all along has now been proven; the fact that we have a military that is so useless, it is laughable. No wonder every military action undertaken by the U.S. has failed in recent decades and continues to this very day. The U.S. military couldn’t effectively round up ants at an ant farm because the U.S. military is filled with an inept bunch of drug-addicted, mentally ill, suicidal rejects from grade school and the situation is about to get worse AND how!
There is no way in hell that I would join the military and expect some self-mutilating, depressed and/or bi-polar, drug addicted alcoholic to watch my back. I’d be more concerned with what was going on behind me in the ranks of my so-called fellow soldiers than I’d be concerned with a ‘foreign’ enemy I was facing. If I said that I was appalled, I would be lying because this does not surprise me; not in the least. I have been saying for quite some time and in no uncertain terms that our military is as ill-prepared to fight and win a war as new born babies are.
So, go ahead! Sign on the dotted line and when you’re killed, it will not be because some foreign terrorist sent you to meet your maker, it’ll be because one of your fellow soldiers, who was already screwed up in the head, went berserk and murdered his entire outfit and then turned his gun on himself because in the heat of battle, he forgot to take his psych meds. And for those who are drug addicts and are sent over to Afghanistan to guard opium…..uh….excuse me a minute, willya while I get up off the floor over laughing at that one! A heroin addict is supposed to stand guard over a poppy field and not go nuts for that opium? Are they fucking serious??!!! LMAO!!
I literally find this all quite laughable because there is no way in hell that with this shit coming down the pike, that I would suit up and head to foreign lands to be backed up by essentially, the blind, the crippled and most definitely, the crazy! Join the army? Indeed! But know this, don’t act as though you weren’t warned because even though the Army has been keeping this on the down low, do yourself a favor and research “Army lifts ban recruits of people with a history of self-mutilation, bi-polar disorder, depression and drug and alcohol abuse!” And if you don’t have a problem with someone sitting behind you taking a razor blade to their arms while you’re in a warzone, sign up. If you don’t have a problem with someone going through such a serious bout of depression as to be thoroughly useless in a warzone, sign up. If you have no problem with a drunk, shaking so bad because he can’t get to some booze and he’s holding a gun pointed at you, sign up. If you have no problem with a person who is a recovering heroin addict, guarding poppy plants beside you in Afghanistan, sign up. And good luck with that! DAYUM! I just cannot stop laughing because you are SO dead! But do you really think that those who put this all into play are going to be standing right beside you with folks such as these? Hell no! They’ll be safe in their beds while you’re sitting somewhere hoping that the guy next to you is not a heroin addict, is not into self-mutilation, is not suffering from a bout of severe depression today. But as they say, “Keep hope alive, that is…until YOU’RE not thanks to the depressed dude who went off his psych meds while in the middle of a warzone!
What is this ‘Wannacry ransomware’ or ‘WannaCrypt ransomware’?
‘Ransomware’ is a type of malicious software designed to block access to a computer system until a sum of money is paid.
On Friday, the world experienced the wrath of a well-coordinated ransomware attack, known as WannaCrypt. The attack caused Britain’s NHS to cancel surgeries, a wide array of Russian and Chinese private and public institutions to be crippled most of the day, and the rest of the world to recoil in shock.
How could a single piece of malware that exploited a vulnerability identified long ago by the NSA, and leaked last month by a group called the Shadow Brokers, wreak so much havoc?
Yes indeed, how could this malware have wreaked so much havoc? It’s simple. Because we are stupid. We have grown so dependent on technology and artificial intelligence that we have lost our intelligence. In handing over every aspect of our lives to machines, we have given up any privacy we had which includes our medical records, our social security number; our very identity. This is why we are constantly hearing of identity theft and this has produced another corporation to operate in order to ‘restore our good name’ and to take back what was stolen from thieves, for a price, of course.
Now along comes this ransomware software that has been holding computer systems hostage until money is paid in the form of Bitcoin. If there were no computers, would this have even happened? Of course not.
The article goes on to state that Britain’s National Health Service had to cancel surgeries. Would the NHS have had to cancel surgeries a mere thirty years ago? No! Because medical records were kept in the form of folders in a file cabinet. You remember those, don’t you? Your doctor came into the exam room with your paper file and in it were your medical records and all that was needed to ensure that you’d had all of your immunizations, checkups and any upcoming medical events. You received a telephone call to remind you of any preparations you needed to make before surgery and guess what, we did fine. But now, since all medical records are electronic and are at the mercy of anyone who wants to underhandedly try and hold them for ‘ransom’, we’ve got a problem. This is only the beginning. You can’t see how easy it is for your information to end up in the hands of those who seek to profit from it? All the hacking of your credit/debit cards taught you nothing? Of course not because you are still handing them over. You don’t even remember a time before there were credit/debit cards, do you? More’s the pity because we were all the better for it.
What we have here is ‘civilization’, is it not? And how well is that working out for us? We are so happy, aren’t we? Can’t you tell just by going on Facebook and Twitter? Isn’t everyone just loving all up and down on each other? No one is sending vitriolic comments back and forth. Family members are not blocking one another over political differences, are they? Can you not see what is happening to us? We are descending, not into civilized mode, but into such boorish, uncouth and vulgar behavior, we would put Neanderthals to the blush. But we have all the creature comforts we could possibly want; electricity, running water, indoor toilets, computers, video games, garage door openers, devices that turn on/off our lights, open our doors, alarms for our homes, vehicles to get us to where we want to go, airplanes to get us there even faster and trains for the view. We’ve got it all. And this has made us most happy. So, why then, this?
According to the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, about one in 10 adults in America reports being clinically depressed.
It’s probably more than that. Why are we unhappy? We’ve got it all, don’t we? We’ve got ALL the creature comforts and so then, why are we depressed? Why are we on opioids? Why are we committing suicide at alarming rates?
Suicide; The Saddest Trend “America is in the grip of a sustained raise in the suicide rate across all age groups and for both sexes. From 1999 to 2014, the suicide rate rose by 24%. The numbers are adjusted to take account of aging. Men shoot themselves; women take poison. There has been a rise in suffocation and strangulation.”
Add to this the fact that we are a nation of addicts, as well.
Opioid addiction is America’s 50-state epidemic. It courses along Interstate highways in the form of cheap smuggled heroin, and flows out of “pill mill” clinics where pain medicine is handed out like candy. It has ripped through New England towns, where people overdose in the aisles of dollar stores, and it has ravaged coal country, where addicts speed-dial the sole doctor in town licensed to prescribe a medication.
Public health officials have called the current opioid epidemic the worst drug crisis in American history, killing more than 33,000 people in 2015. Overdose deaths were nearly equal to the number of deaths from car crashes. In 2015, for the first time, deaths from heroin alone surpassed gun homicides.
Again I ask, why are we a nation of addicts when we should be celebrating ALL that we have in the form of technology? Technology has given us all of our creature comforts. We don’t have to use a washboard to do our laundry like our grandmothers had to do. We don’t have to go out back and use the toilet like many of our folks in the south had to do. We don’t have to dry our clothing on the clothesline. We’ve got dryers for that. We’ve got microwaves so we don’t have to wait to eat. We’ve got mixers so we can beat that cake batter so much faster. We’ve got a device that will even open and close our window blinds for us. Look at all the gadgets we’ve got. Hell! Even our car can park itself and some can drive without us. And soon, kiosks are coming to fast food restaurants and so we don’t even have to bother with ordering our fast food from a person, we’ll just punch in on a screen what we want and voila, our order is complete. So why are we unhappy, pill popping, suicidal, stressed out and willing to be held hostage by malware? I’ll tell you why. This is not civilization. This is not paradise. This is us aiding and abetting in our own demise. This is what those who are behind the scenes had in store for us all the time.
We are a Social Security number, a credit score, a zip code, an insurance risk, a medical records number on a computer, but we are never, ever seen as human and so we don’t even think of each other as human and this is why we treat each other like shit. This is not civilization. This is a dystopian society; a society of human oppression, misery and disease. And we are all held hostage by the very devices we think we need in order to exist. We don’t need these things. These ‘things’ need us. Those who implement these ‘things’ and who control these ‘things’ need us. We don’t need them. We work because we think we need to and we are only prolonging our misery and our suffering and those who put this all into play are counting on us never realizing and waking up to the fact that we are aiding and abetting in assuring that our suffering and misery will continue until we either get so depressed, we take drugs or we just step up on a stool, put a rope around our necks and then step off that stool.
Why is money important? Who made money important? What do you think would happen if there was a hacker who could bring down our entire electric grid? Oh I’ve read articles telling us that ‘90% of us would be dead in no time flat’. That is just not true. Those of us who are alive today just cannot remember a time when there was no power grid to begin with. Did those people die? Did they all starve? If they did, we would not be here. Think about that. Our so-called creature comforts which are a direct result of an electric grid are what is standing between us and the simple things in life that were all we needed until we were told otherwise. We were told that we needed to buy a house and so get a mortgage. Go to the bank and hock yourself for 30 years and then work for someone to pay for that house because that was the American dream. And millions of us did just that. We were told that the horse and buggy was too slow. Now, you have an automobile and is it getting you where you want to go any faster? Those hours you spend sitting in traffic, a horse could have galloped by you multiple times. And you would not be choking on carbon dioxide fumes. The Amish don’t seem to mind getting around via horse and buggy or not having electricity and so then why are we willingly going along with this ‘Utopia’ which is anything but? Who is controlling us? Who is getting rich off us? Who made the barter system obsolete? Who got us hating one another since we feel we don’t need each other or that we can’t depend on each other like we used to do so many, many years ago?
You see, the so-called ‘elites’ are counting on us not waking up to the realization that money could be made redundant just as they would be if we no longer gave money any value. And to devalue money, to make money worthless is to quit buying and to not buy into the fallacy that without money, life would end. Life would actually begin without money. Think about it. Why have they made it illegal to live off-grid? Because by doing so, you are not giving money any value. You have devalued money. You’ve made it redundant. You’ve made those who’ve made money mean everything to us, redundant and so therefore, there would be no place for them, no use for them and no use for money. We would actually need each other, depend on each other which is what we used to do. The cops and the military are only there to protect the interests of the ‘elites’. They are there to serve them, not us. And you cannot see this?
I remember when I was growing up, there used to be what was called, ‘rent parties’. If someone did not have enough to pay their rent, folks in the neighborhood would host dinners and every mother would cook and offer plates of food to be sold at the ‘rent party’ and the money would be handed over to tide the person who lost their job over until they got back on their feet. Now, we use ‘GoFundMe’. But the thing about that is, could it be caught up in the next ‘ransomware’ attack and the money stolen by hackers? Again, just something to think about.
It is really sad when there is an epidemic of drug addicts and suicides. It is really sad when people have allowed themselves to be played for that ‘almighty dollar’. And the sad fact is that churches are part of the problem. If ‘Jesus’ could preach by the Sea of Galilee, then why the need for all of these palaces of worship? If Jesus had nothing but contempt for what he called, ‘the moneychangers’ and began to cast them out of the temple, what does that tell you about how Jesus felt about money? You cannot have it both ways; worship Jesus and money. You don’t worship, nor do you adhere to the teachings of Jesus because if you did, you would ‘leave your worldly goods behind and follow him’. But you’re hypocrites because you won’t do that. You are the ‘moneychangers’; the hypocrites that Jesus cast out of the temple. Money is not buying us happiness. Money is only buying us someone else’s illusion of ‘happiness’ and it’s not working for millions, if not billions of us. Think about it.
“What see I here? Shall my Father’s house be thus dishonored? Is this the house of God, or is it a market-place? How can the strangers who come from the land of the Gentiles to worship God perform their devotions in this tumult of usury? And you,” he continued, advancing a step toward the priests, who stared at him in amazement, “You priests, guardians of the temple, can you see this abomination and permit it to continue? Woe be unto you! He who searches the heart knows why you encourage such disorder. “Away with you from here, servants to Mammon! I command it. Take what belongs to you and quit the holy place!”
Although I am not religious because religion has been turned into whatever your preacher deems it is, I am sure that you can see your own church or house of worship in the above paragraph. And so what does that say for you? Think about it while you’re sitting in traffic choking on fumes and playing with your smartphone. Think about the fact that the reason why you won’t do anything about your situation other than become a drug addict or commit suicide is because we have been made soft and pliable and this is why despite all of our so-called creature comforts, we are the most depressed, drug addicted suicidal ‘people’ that never lived! And those who put this all into play are counting on our very acquiescence; our submission to the continued status quo and we will not disappoint them.
The VA, has been swamped with calls since opening in 2007. The volume increased from fewer than 10,000 in 2007 to more than 500,000 last year, according to a recent Government Accountability Office report.
A 2010 calculation by the VA estimates that 22 veterans kill themselves each day. The VA, which has not updated that estimate, says the hotline “rescues” 30 veterans from suicide each day.
Wow! The VA is swamped with calls from veterans who need help in dealing with their many issues relative to having been deployed to warzones. The report goes on to say that many VA workers are leaving their post early.
Some workers handle only one to five calls each day and leave before their shifts end even though phone lines have gotten busier, the emails say. As a result, 35% to 50% of the calls roll over to back-up centers where workers have less training to deal with the emotional problems of former service members.
So, the people who are trained to deal with potential suicides handle only one to five calls a day? For real? And after having listened to one suicidal former service member, they are out the door and oh what a great day it is, eh? Then, those who are on backup are sitting somewhere looking cross-eyed for lack of training or know-how in dealing with the ’emotional problems’ that they are hearing from the former servicemen. Go figure!
In February, an Inspector General investigation revealed that some of the in-coming calls early last year had rolled over to back-up centers and gone to voicemail.
Suicide calls of former service members went to voicemail???!!! Get the fuck outta here! They are actually saying that someone who we all ‘thank for their service to this country’ was in desperate need of some anti-suicide help and their plea for help went to voicemail? Surely, they jest?
I guess the calls went something like this!
Former service member to VA suicide hotline:“Sob! Sob! Hello! My name is John and I just cannot take the fact that I pissed on dead Afghan corpses(dead because I killed them) again and again when I was deployed in Afghanistan and now, my mind is a mess. I realize that I became a military whore for the express purpose of making warmongers ever more richer and I am just not down with that anymore. I’d rather kill myself. And I, uh……what’s that?”
VA suicide hotline voicemail: “Hello! You have reached the Department of Veterans Affairs Suicide Hotline and while we ‘thank you for your service’, your estimated wait time to speak with a suicide hotline representative is 72 hours. So, kindly hold that suicide thought and call us back when we are less busy.”Click!
Here is an idea, forward the calls to the White House! Veterans, if you are feeling suicidal, call your ex-Commander-in-Chief, Barack Insane Obama, he is the reason you are feeling suicidal, he and John McCain, Dick Cheney, Hillary Clinton, George W. Bush, Lindsey Graham and all the other warmongers and war hawks that insist that continuous wars lead to peace. No one should have to listen to your mental problems because you chose to sign on the dotted line to go fuck people up who had done you no personal harm. Now, even the VA is telling you to take responsibility for your own actions. The employees that are walking away from their posts early are telling you that they don’t want to hear you whine and complain about your PTSD, your night terrors and your bouts of depression. I would not want to hear them either. If you called me, I would tell you to go to hell, which is the same thing the VA is telling you to do. When they don’t answer your calls for anti-suicide help, they are telling you to stop bluffing and just ‘do yourself in’ already. They are not your priest and so therefore, have no reason in the world to want to hear your confession before you suck on a shotgun or hang yourself. You should have thought about what it would mean when someone put a loaded gun into your hands. What did you think they wanted you to do with a loaded gun? Sell it at a gun auction? You went through basic training and so you knew what was expected of you and you had every opportunity in the world to disengage yourself from the military before being shipped out to kill or be killed.
Those who you whore yourselves out to don’t give a damn about your mental disorders when you come back for if they did, do you really think that what is going down at the VA would continue to go down? Hell no! It has been stated by the head of the VA that wait times for former service members to receive necessary medical care has been likened to lines at Disneyworld and still you think that someone gives a shit about your problems? Get real! You were just expendable cannon fodder to the warmongers who were only too glad to have you get fucked up to keep the war machine revved up and when you are of no further use to anyone, including yourselves, why, the warmongers want you to just die already. They know what goes on at the VA and yet despite all hell, the VA is synonymous with outrageous wait times, indifferent medical services and unmanned suicide hotlines.
I have some advice for the former service members who are thinking of killing themselves. If this is the route that you feel you must go, then try not to take out innocent people when you kill yourselves. It is the least you could do seeing as how the predicament that you are in, lies squarely on your shoulders. And though it may seem as though I am not sympathetic to your plight, it is because I am not sympathetic to your plight because I have enough sense to know that if I pick up a weapon, that means that I intend to use it. If I don’t pick up a weapon, then I don’t intend to use it and if someone tells me to suit up and board a plane, after having put a gun into my hands, then that means that I expect to kill or to be killed and that is not something that I am willing to do. You refuse to give ‘peace’ a chance and then you wonder why you can find no peace within your own mind? When have you ever known peace and a gun to go hand in hand?
So no, I am not at all upset with the Department of Veterans Affairs for not coming through for you in your time of need because you would not be in need if you had not already lost all of your ‘humanity’ when you decided that the only way to effect peace was to launch a missile, a drone or by using a gun! Deal with the consequences of your own actions…or not!
The suspected shooter was “neutralized,” Capitol Police said, adding that they were investigating a suspicious package found on the lower West Terrace of the Capitol Building.
Ain’t that just some shit! A man killed himself and they state that he was “neutralized.”
So, they ‘disarmed’ a dead man but the reason for his protest and ultimate demise will never be ‘neutralized’. The one percent have carte blanche to continue to fuck us up to the point where people feel that suicide is the only option. This is just wrong in every goddamn way!
Jay Bernard, 20, who is in the Navy and lives at Fort Meade, came up to the scene about 3:30 p.m. He had been in Alexandria earlier in the day and decided to swing by downtown.
“I was hoping to get a closer look at the Capitol,” he said.
Now? “That’s not going to happen.”
Bernard called the incident “a bit unfortunate,” especially with all the tourists in town to see the cherry blossoms.
Of course those bastards didn’t want the man’s message to get out because he wasn’t shouting that he was upset that his tax dollars was going to fund food for the hungry or health care for the sick or homes for the homeless. He was upset about the non-existent taxation of the filthy rich one percent while the rest of us bear the burden, drop dead from exhaustion and still it’s not over because we’re in debt even after death. Somebody, somewhere, even now is most likely contacting this man’s family about some debt of his. If this ain’t the fucking end of enough, I don’t know what is! But let us enjoy the goddamn cherry blossoms in bloom! Blow your brains out somewhere less inconvenient for me, why doncha???!! And excuse me while I take this here ‘selfie’!
We are some real shits!
…and I am NOT finished, read what Linda had to say and get a goddamn clue, why dontcha?
Shelby, Tubularsock is absolutely right, you’ve covered this horror most thoroughly, but I can’t seem to leave it there. A man’s suicide is inconvenient? Oh pity the poor tourists! These worthless shallow shameless shits should live to a hundred in pain and fear, in diapers and in direst poverty, and MAYBE learn what the fucking word inconvenient means! Sigh. No, no one should go through that. But I wish we could somehow beat some humanity into our self-involved citizens! And I know not everyone is like that, just more than enough of us to make things way too easy for the real shameless shits, who encourage, count on and profit from our indifference to the suffering of others.
And no one is ever “dead” in police-speak, they are simply “neutralized”? No wonder cops are so trigger-happy — it’s no big deal, as trivial as taking a Rolaids after eating too many doughnuts. George Orwell would be so proud. If he weren’t somewhere putting a bullet in his own head.
According to its loudly-touted self-serving mythology, wasn’t this country started in part because of tax protests, because the British were making us pay unfair taxes without our having any say in the deal? Been there, done that — and now we’re over it, is that it? We’re happy to pay our money and our blood so a few people can wallow in obscene luxury, as they gleefully sneer and spit at the rest of us? We’re happy to let those same people start wars and kill and maim and terrorize billions of people, while they themselves never face any dangers, and in fact gain still more money and power in the process? We’re okay with the same privileged few raping and poisoning our only planet just to pile up still more money and power, though it may kill everything alive here?
What the fucking hell is wrong with us? We can’t be just brainwashed, we must truly be brain-dead. And dead to any human feelings of compassion, respect, or responsibility.
We love to talk a good game, nattering on about freedom, equality and justice. But we must be talking in our sleep. Or in our collective coma. Maybe it’s time to pull the plug on this monstrous, hypocritical mess. This is no way to live, for damn sure.
I’d like to say if we had a functioning mass media, so people knew what happened in this case, that it would help, that people might give a shit and do something about it. And maybe that would help. If we had a functioning press. But I wonder. Thanks for bringing us another nugget of truth, and for letting me add my incoherent rant to your fine post. – Linda
Now, you read what Linda had to say, why the fuck have you forgotten why this country fought a war against Great Britain? You’ve ‘conveniently’ forgotten about ‘taxation without representation’ and the Boston Tea Party and all that shit? And yet this man was protesting over the very ideals that supposedly started a revolution that freed the colonies from the rule of Great Britain but now, we are more interested in some goddamn cherry blossoms and being on lockdown at the Capitol. Are you fucking serious? You patriotic shits out there, this should be resonating with YOU! You forgetful ass fuckers! You ain’t about shit! If it don’t concern your measly hide, and is disturbing your nice little holiday browsing among the blossoms, then to hell with it. One of these goddamn days, a hard row is coming for your ass! Let’s see how YOU deal with it!
I am real tired of this hypocritical shit! When someone of Middle Eastern descent lops off a few heads, he immediately gets labeled a ‘terrorist’ and he’s a very, very bad man. Stop the goddamn presses! But along comes Andreas Lubitz, son of a successful business executive and his mother a piano teacher his family could well afford the cost of flying lessons at his local club, Luftorts Club Westerwald and let us pat the fact on the fucking head of his having a mental disorder and since he most likely suffered from affluenza, why we will just consider his actions, the result of a failed mental health institution and a breakdown in communications between his employer and his medical doctors that tragically claimed the lives of one hundred and forty nine innocent people and one fucked up in the head individual. This is all so sad and disturbing, but that’s life. Nothing to see here. Move along folks.
Well here in Courtland land, whitey white does not get a free goddamn pass. No fucking way. If Jihadi John is a terrorist then so is Andreas Lubitz. I don’t care how white he is, he is a goddamn terrorist and is no better than Jihadi John. If Lubitz was so disturbed that he wanted to off himself, then there are many ways to do so, but to intentionally get behind the controls of an airbus and take out 149 people who are just trying to get from point A to point B is TERRORISM! You don’t think that those people were terrified when they realized what was about to happen? Did Lubitz really need to make an IMPACT of epic proportions because of his sick, twisted little mind shenanigans? Even if in his eyes, he wanted to go out in a blaze of glory, why did he not rent a Cessna and promptly crash it upon takeoff? He WANTED to commit an act that would get him notoriety and he did it because he could. So,in here, Andreas Lubitz joins the ranks of the terrorists!
This all goes back to that new diagnosis that really is all about shit called, ‘affluenza’ where white shits are just so misunderstood and disturbed when they commit atrocities and they don’t need to be defined as a terrorist or get jail time or to be considered, a criminal, they just need understanding. Anybody that’s got a permanent tan of some sort that commits an atrocity, why let’s get to locking those criminals up. They don’t have any extenuating circumstances or mental disorders. Are you fucking kidding? They are criminals and terrorists; now label them so and either lock them up or send a missile up their ass! That’s how we deal with them! But even though Lubitz sent shrapnel up everybody’s ass on that plane, he was just a misunderstood, suicidal good guy that just needed the right treatment. Sob Sob for Lubitz! In here? Hell if we do! I don’t fucking recognize ‘ white shit affluenza’!
What a shame! What a pity! Who would have guessed? What could he possibly have lacked in his life? He had a loving family. He was rich and famous and funny. His name was a household word and still, he suffered from depression and addictions.
How could he have been depressed when surrounded by so many people and shown so much love by his family and friends and co-workers? Why did he not seek out the clergy and convey his deepest and most darkest thoughts to an audience that is paid to listen to such? Why did he take the final leap into the abyss of death? Death by hanging. It sounds like a mystery novel of great suspense, something from an Agatha Christie novel or M.C. Beaton or Robert Barnard. Let us find his killer; that elusive enemy of the mind known as depression. Where did it go and how can we make it pay?
Have we not taken the stigma out of mental illness? We’ve certainly talked about it often enough. Haven’t we? I mean, it’s not exactly uncommon for a person to suffer from depression. At some point in time, who hasn’t? But we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and we go on with the business of life. We don’t wallow in darkness and sadness and gloom. We reach for the light and laughter and gaiety and all things fun and funny. He was our funny guy. Where is he? He is supposed to make us laugh and keep OUR demons at bay. How can he have been just as human as the rest of us? We put him on a pedestal and once there, he could not let us down. He had to put on a brave face for the world, every single day as it was expected of him. That is why he was paid the big bucks and owned the big houses and expensive cars.
Was it too much to ask him to don a wig, put on a dress and become Mrs. Doubtfire? He had only to tell us that he hated being called Mrs. Doubtfire. We would have understood. It was all in fun. He knew it was just a character. He was still a man playing a role. That is what acting is all about. Why couldn’t he have kept up the act, continued playing a role of funny man, actor, father, husband, friend, associate?
But alas, what comes with fame and fortune? The need to continue living a lavish lifestyle despite marriage and divorce and marriage and divorce and children and another marriage and the sitcom fails and the big screen beckons once again and the toll it all takes on an aging body and the need for an emotional escape from it all. It is too much, too overbearing and I would be cut dead on Rodeo Drive if I got out of my second hand Toyota Rav4. Oh the shame of it and after I had once sent such expensive gifts to friends. How I would be laughed AT, the brunt of jokes, the outcast, instead of the bearer of jokes and one of the cast?
Oh no, the doctor says that I have Parkinson’s! What am I to do? The bills! The ex-wives! My lifestyle! Dear God, help me! If the tabloids get wind of this, they’ll run with it while I have to be funny and put on a brave face all the while knowing that the show must go on! I cannot fail! To know such anguish! Such shame! It is not to be endured. What use is rehab? I want a drink! I am not cured! Why? Why? Why? My life is over!
The 63-year-old was found dead at his home in Tiburon, California, on Monday. He is believed to have hung himself.
Williams had recently sold his California ranch, and there was speculation that he was experiencing money problems.
“There are bills to pay. My life has downsized, in a good way. I’m selling the ranch up in Napa. I just can’t afford it anymore,” he told Parade magazine.
We must all realize that there is still a stigma associated with mental illness, just as there is a stigma associated with poverty. People cannot help being mentally ill nor can they help being poor and the two need not go hand in hand. Those who have experienced fame and wealth feel that they will become ostracized if it becomes well-known that they are afflicted with an illness of the mind. The pretense must be kept up at ALL cost and unfortunately, some pay the ultimate cost. They escape the only way they know will finish it completely and finally, by the taking of their own lives. Many of us cannot understand how a person could become so depressed for whatever reason that they feel that the solution is death. But as you can see, such is the case and unfortunately, Robin Williams will not be the last. There are so many Robin Williams who are nameless and faceless and who had people who loved them but because Robin Williams was considered a ‘success’, his death is all the more shocking because it was assumed that he had it all. His addictions are nothing new! Hell! That’s like a right of passage in the world of entertainment. Who hasn’t been in rehab for drugs and drink? Many would be surprised if a famous actor, actress, comedian, singer hadn’t been in rehab. In fact, rehab has no meaning anymore. It’s like a revolving door. They say you’re good to go until you return and return, you will.
But keep in mind that we only talk about mental illness and the stigma attached to it when some famous person is found to have been suffering from a mental illness and subsequently kills him or herself. It does not bother us to know that everyday people of no particular fame or fortune are committing suicide because of their inability to cope and they run completely out of hope. We can never know, even family members, a spouse or anyone close to a person that is suffering from mental illness, just what is going on inside their head that would cause them to wish themselves, dead.
We have created a society whereas stress is overwhelming many and with it comes hopelessness and despair. The need to keep up with the Joneses is of paramount importance and if we cannot keep up the pretense, we have failed. We all fail these people because we continue to perpetuate the belief that you are indeed a failure if you cannot maintain the status quo and smile all the while. Until we change what we have deemed important; money, fame, big houses, fancy cars, lavish living, ‘Robin Williams syndrome’ will become even more of an epidemic. Count on it.
A white man hangs himself
while a Black man gets lynched.
Oh the vagaries of life
they just make no goddamn sense!
Who will make it into the headlines next? Who will be the next one to simply give up and give us another version of a ‘bailout’? Who will it be that either join the ranks of the homeless or will put a gun into their mouth? With suicides on the increase, how many more will commit suicide while waiting on the ‘leaders’ of this world to recognize that greed is leading us where no SANE person should ever be forced to go? There are those who are right now, teetering on the brink of committing suicide/homicide because they see no other way out. Many take entire families out before killing themselves because they feel that it is not in their families best interest to be left to plod along as they believe that ALL is hopeless. How many people have to die before the foolish leaders of this world recognize and realize that corporations have a strangle-hold on people, the world over and are using this leverage to deny jobs to older workers who are skilled but cannot find a job for the ‘life’ of them and are forcing young adults to work at minimum wage jobs with no benefits? What about those who have spent years in college and have amassed a mountain of debt in student loans and cannot find a job that will even begin to pay for those loans, much less keep a roof over their heads. This is the ‘new’ reality for many.
Many times, a number of accidents have to occur at a certain intersection or interstate junction resulting in death before steps will be taken to prevent further occurrences. Will this be the case with those who’ve lost it all? Will it take the suicide of a few hundred? A thousand? A million? Before we realize that we have a problem, a really BIG problem and to solve it, we need some BIG changes or else get reconciled to suicide becoming the new ‘bailout’! It has been said that people are a ‘slave’ to debt and though they ‘toil’ every day, they cannot seem to make it out of debt. This is by design and it will continue. Make no mistake. Many societies were built on the backs of slaves and as much as I could say that ‘what comes around goes around, even I am not THAT heartless! Is there really a difference, Prison Industrial Complex Slavery as opposed to Corporate Worker Slavery since we ‘toil’ to pay the corporations for the right to breathe, for the right to purchase and eat the Monsanto Corporation’s genetically modified trash. Either way you look at it, we are ALL in prison! Either we ‘toil’ or we die! You don’t have to actually ‘see’ the bars to know that you are indeed, in prison.