The real lesson from Robin Williams depression and suicide. Are you $%#@ing kidding me? A new rant from the FILTHY PUNDIT(He ought to have his mouth washed out with soap) Politics, way over the %$#@ing top!………………..You want the truth? YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH! Ukraine, ISIS, Ebola: the world has gone to hell. At least when I woke up this morning my very first thought was, right after ‘Christ, I have to pee,’ was at least Robin Williams is still alive. Then, SMACK! The news that Williams had committed suicide. So then I thought, I know, for good, clear, reasoned, information I’ll turn on Sheppard Smith and FOX. So then Smith calls Williams a coward and I thought to myself, probably committing suicide is one of the least cowardly things you can do. Not the best or even a recommended solution, but hardly an act of cowardice, not like, say a FOX News head who can call Williams a coward, but is too much of a coward to come out of the closet and admit he’s gay, at least in my humble opinion. And some trollop named Jacobsen on a local rightwing shit hole radio station echoed Smith’s remarks. This from a reporter who was more than willing to slut-walk her way in a bikini to the home of an accused killer to get the “scoop.” Both know-nothing paid robots for a corporate suck-dick media serve to highlight the current level of ignorance about mental illness and a lack of simple human empathy by a generation of media assholes crafted and cultivated to degrade the connections between people to make them better and more reactionary consumers of the schlock shit paraded for goods services and information in what was once a real culture into a plastic disposable one. This public shaming based on your stupidity is like we are still a part of some migratory steppe society instead of a modern fucking, tech and industry based society with books and shit. The whole reaction to Williams’ death highlights the dork parade of media insipidness and pointlessness, and to underscore that when it comes to mental ILLNESS, we will call some 60 year old fuck’s inability to get a fucking hardon into a disability but brush off depression, and other mental illnesses as something to “Get over,” because “it’s all in your head,” as if the brain was a lesser organ than kidneys, or the heart or an old man’s cock. As for pain, we also have apparently arbitrarily decided, as if leeches and bloodletting and demon exorcising were still the medical breakthroughs of the day, that the pain of mental illness is somehow lesser or of a different quality than slamming your hand, or an old man’s dick in a car door. I could spout chapter and verse about how we have learned, but apparently don’t use, an incredible amount about psychology, mental illness, physiology of the brain and the supreme systemic inter-connectedness of the mind and body, but that should be obvious every time you have a migraine and puke, are psychologically comforted by a foot rub or that an aspirin in your tummy stops a headache in your little pin head. It’s like that old Lewis Black joke about dumb people feeding Viagra directly to their penis to make it grow. Some people are just too fucking dumb to help. So I will make it simple. It comes down to this; who the fuck are you to decide how much someone else does or should hurt? I just had a dislocated shoulder and 2 broken ribs after a crash and still managed to get back on a bicycle for some long distance rides. If you can’t do that, do I have a right to call you a pussie, or do we have our own individual limitations, and instead of playing some Housewives of Bitch City sort of reality show shame game in which we descend to our base selves we decide that we need to help each other deal with our inherent differences and limits. Really upset by the suicide of Robin Williams? Prove it by moving the conversation on mental illness forward and fucking helping people instead of remaining content just to be another asshole!

CAM00236WC Turck is an author, artist, playwright and talk radio host in Chicago. He has been called the most dangerous voice on the Left. He is currently working on a new book “Shoot Down: An unflinching look at the events leading up to the shooting down of Malaysia Air Flight 17.” His first novel, “Broken” was recommended by NAMI for its treatment of PTSD. In 2006 he published “Everything for Love,” a memoir of his experiences during the siege of Sarajevo. He wrote and produced two critically acclaimed plays, “Occupy my Heart” and “The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden.” He works with the homeless and foreclosure victims in Chicago. He partners in a weekly radio show dedicated to issues, society and politics with cohost, activist and artist Brian Murray For more information, past shows, videos and articles, visit www.revolutioandbeer.com

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Aaaaannnnd Scene! Robin Williams dead at 63

Are you $%#@ing kidding me? A new rant from the FILTHY PUNDIT(He ought to have his mouth washed out with soap) Politics, way over the %$#@ing top!………………..God, it must suck to be Game of Thrones Season 5 actor JJ Murphy, who also died today. But I am not shedding any tears for Williams, who was suffering from depression. It appears from preliminary reports that Williams died by his own hand by asphyxia. At least he got to decide. Maybe it saved him pain he could no longer bear any longer, or inflict upon anyone else. Maybe he wanted to go before withering away or becoming lame or ending up a drooling vegetable like Casey fucking Kasem. Maybe he took a curtain call because the act was over, and who the fuck are we except the ticket holders to the last curtain call. He got to decide the show and we are the ones who show up when the lights go up, right? If you’re still hanging around after the show, you are either a stalker, a hooker or the janitor. So Robin Williams took a bow, because he’s the one who knows when he’s done. Besides, I think he’d find the cultish weep fest a bit creepy, an aspect of a media society that seeks to replace our empty lives with the abstract that celebrities love us back. That’s a two way street by the way. I think Williams was a great performer. I enjoyed the shit out of his work and will probably cue something up tonight, but I also understand Williams wasn’t likely to mourn for me. Would have been nice to have some new work from him, but that was his decision, and whether there is or isn’t tomorrow, life goes on. It would have for him, it should for the rest of us too. RIP Robin Williams. Suck it in, the rest of us are on our way soon enough. Now that’s funny.

CAM00236WC Turck is an author, artist, playwright and talk radio host in Chicago. He has been called the most dangerous voice on the Left. He is currently working on a new book “Shoot Down: An unflinching look at the events leading up to the shooting down of Malaysia Air Flight 17.” His first novel, “Broken” was recommended by NAMI for its treatment of PTSD. In 2006 he published “Everything for Love,” a memoir of his experiences during the siege of Sarajevo. He wrote and produced two critically acclaimed plays, “Occupy my Heart” and “The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden.” He works with the homeless and foreclosure victims in Chicago. He partners in a weekly radio show dedicated to issues, society and politics with cohost, activist and artist Brian Murray For more information, past shows, videos and articles, visit www.revolutioandbeer.com

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