My grandmother passed away in St. Vincent at 105 years. When he was 7, I promised my 9 year old that when she passes I would take him with me to the funeral but I am unable financially and he’s unhappy. I would love to take him and have set up a fund page, below to ask for your assistance…
“On Monday, France targeted a command center, a recruitment center, an ammunition storage base and a training camp in the city, the French military said.” So right after it was attacked, France was able to find and bomb these targets? Did they know where they were all along? Or did they all of a sudden find out after they were attacked?
Do you notice this trend too? The US gets attacked and all of a sudden they are bombing terrorist targets in Iraq, Afhghanistan or wherever. Why the heck don’t they bomb these places BEFORE they are attacked??
An epic and tragic example that being a model does not qualify one to be a model for smarts is this. A popular model was filming on a train track, why a train track? When he was hit by a train. Wait a damn minute! Why would you be on a train track and if you are filming, why wouldn’t the photogs alert you of the danger? They are not too bright either?
I heard that the train was actually honking its horn but the model thought that it was on a parallel track so he didn’t budge. Ok ok, wait another minute! How did they know what he thought since he was killed on the spot? And why didn’t he at least look to see if a train was coming? wtf is this? A bloody joke?
So this model was actually a big fitness model featured on countless magazines and shit but in terms of smartness he was unfit. He had brawns but no brains as they would say. He was a model idiot they would also say, meaning no disrespect to the dead man. I would say he was one determined fella who let nothing derail his career. Say what you want of him but he stayed on track till the very end. Ok enough! Read it for yourselves.
Tears of a Clown (album) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
About two months ago, I drafted this post, or at least the topic. I fully intended to published it but because of its seriousness, it never made it past the topic. I did, however, kept it in my drafts awaiting the right time. Today is that time.
Now the reason why I even thought of such a brooding topic in sharp contrast to what this blog is about, was that I happened to be going through a dark period, albeit short, where I was funny on the outside but really sad and gloomy inside. I was wearing a painted on smile, like a clown. Don’t ask me why as I really don’t have a reason. Call it midlife crisis?
Why is today a good day to undraft this blog? Well today, a man who portrayed the epitome of fun and laughter died. Robin Williams was the guy whose movies you wanted to watch when you were in a funk. His face alone would make you feel that all was well with the world. The fact that someone like him who stood for funny and carefree and gave off such an aura of well-being, could have so much darkness inside that made him take his own life, is incredible and hard to grasp.
Sometimes a clown cries beneath his mask…RIP Robin Williams.
It’s sad when anyone dies. Worse if they were murdered. Worst if their death was reported by some amateur or smartass. Even worser, (yes it’s my blog, I could make up words if I see fit and I do see fit) is if they were killed because they were foolish enough to meet strangers for kinky sex. Strangers they never met in person but on Craigslist. Don’t people read and watch the news? You never meet these kinda people! They are bad! That is unless you are Katie from sassandbalderdash. Did you ever hear how she met the man of her life on Craigslist? Nevermind, it’s not my story to tell.
Anyways this teenaged couple wanted to take their sex life up another notch, so they enlisted the aid of this guy from Craigslist. Did I also mention that the woman was 8 months pregnant? Well she was. That just makes it even more weird, doesn’t it? She was close to popping, what the heck is she doing? Maybe that’s where the kinky party comes in. Apparently Mr. Craigslist was supposed to perform acts on the ready-to-pop woman while her boyfriend watches. Sounds really kinky if you ask me. Anyways, as you would expect and what they didn’t expect, it didn’t have a happy ending. They were both killed by Craig. (No silly, that’s not his real name.). She was strangled while her boyfriend was decapitated. I am not sure what pissed him off. Maybe he didn’t know she was pregnant? Or he was dumb enough to think he impregnated her. I dunno.
In the news, the boyfriend who was found without his head, (no pun), was thought to have died from head trauma. You think? So far, his head has not been found.
Note: Death and dying are not to make fun of but considering sometimes you just can’t help it, especially if it makes good Friday Folly Fodder. May they both RIP
I was reading a blog about Assisted Suicide a couple of days ago and was thinking a bit about it lately. I really don’t understand the concept behind it. So help me here. Someone wants to end their miserable and hopeless life but doesn’t want to look like the bad guy so they get some poor ‘killer’ to help them? Is that what it’s about? You hire a killer to off you because you are too much of a wimp to do it yourself? Hmmm…I see.
Well for those who are thinking of ‘going out’ in this way, please don’t do like this lady in the blog, here and travel overseas just to get some guy to pass you a glass of the eternal sleep mix. You can get this shit taken care of right outside your door. Go walking late at night in a rough neighborhood. Get your wheelchair stuck on a train track. Go to your local hospital. There is stuff right in your house just waiting to be utilized.
Remember, it’s not ‘assisted’ if you are not as assisting. You can’t lie there and let someone do all the work and still call it assisted suicide. That’s murder! He just murdered your ass! Plain and simple. How did you assist him in murdering you? By saying, “Hey, pass me a drink of your most potent stuff. Yes! You idiot! Of course I’m talking about poison! Can’t you see I’m trying to die here?’ Is that your input in the Assisted Suicide process?
For those of you hopeless souls who think euthanasia is great and the best way to die with dignity, think again. I prefer to call it weak. A slap in the face of those living with disabilities. Those who haven’t given up hope. Those who came back from the brink of death to see their doctor’s hand reaching for the cord.
Maybe you should reconsider this assisted suicide thing.