Mary Black wrote on Sep 12^th, 2018 at 5:33pm:


Drugs do some strange things to people - but they choose to use drugs....

I could again relate stories from my close family about drugs - suffice to say I just walk away and let them run their own race as long as they harm nobody.

Baronvonrort wrote on Sep 13^th, 2018 at 6:27pm:



so unbelievably sad....I have no idea what deep depression is....on losing my husband  I did fall into a deep hole.. an awful place you dont want to be..  when you shut out pain  you shut out every other emotion at the same time...I still had two at home one still in school....it was a reason for being here....so I pushed myself to go through the motions...

I got help from the doctor  but it took more than 5 years to start feeling anything...in the heart...you can get engulfed in massive pain without realising it....one of my daughters was a huge help  she forced me to do things I didnt want to do...I wanted to hide in a corner  but she wouldnt let me...... some of us are far too busy to see others behavior  as being anything other than OK....... some are misdiagnosed and given the wrong treatment....its a huge problem.. but the blame game doesnt fix a thing..

Grappler Truth Teller Feller wrote on Sep 14^th, 2018 at 1:53am:



And twice as many more are walking the streets as free men and women after killing one or more others.  So it's moot

Right now, people are killing and dying.  And it's sanctioned.  And no one really gives a damn about it, despite these would be punishable crimes outside military or religious arenas

meanwhile, humans continue to breed more of themselves

Resources are not infinite. Billions living in abject poverty but no serious attempt to limit population growth

and chatter about colonising other planets

oh, but there won't be enough water at those off-earth colonies.  No atmosphere.  How will they breathe, what will they eat?

don't worry, we're working on a fix for that. We're developing fungi, rich in nutrients.  And we'll extract water from rocks.  We figure we can sustain an initial colony of 500 and within x-years, we're sure we'll be able to build that to 20,000.  And that's just the start --

because more.  We must make more of us

like abandone lab rats gone feral -- no end to our uncontrollable desire to make more, more of ourselves

At the other end of the scale, people want to save everyone we have.  Hoard them.  Fight any suggestion of reducing our numbers

Guy stabs and bashes three kids, their mother and her mother then goes off to mow people's lawns.  He comes home to the stink of putrifying dead bodies and makes toast, watches tv, showers.  Does it for days, blackening bodies of his loved ones scattered around the house to the point he has to step over them to get a coke from the fridge

What a mess.  How's he going to clean the place up?  Gotta get rid of these dead things.  Tries to remember why he stabbed and bashed them.  Must have been a reason.  Whoops, another job's come in.  Grab hat and head off to mow more lawns.  Come home, repeat

days of it


Was going to kill them, then himself

but got too puffed-out from all the stabbing and bashing


took a breather.  Lay on his bed.  Fell asleep.  Woke up to find the dead things everywhere

doesn't feel like killing himself any longer

dying must hurt, he figures, based on the screams that emerged from his kids, wife and ma-in-law

Harder to kill people than he'd thought.  Took ages to kill them.  He'd thought it would be almost instant.  What a surprise when they kept twitching and wriggling.  And the NOISES.  Sheet a brick !  They wouldn't shut up !

Anyway. Doesn't feel like killing himself any more

No way he can bury them all

Why the hell won't someone come and fix it all up for him?

Waaahhh


Lightbulb.  Go see Dad.  He'll know what to do

Close the house up.  Hop in the car.  Go to Dad's.  Get away from all this.  No point trying to burn it all away.  Firies would be there in no time and someone would be bound to dob him

Go see Dad

Dad says bugger off mate.  Not my problemo.  Go tell the cops.  Worse they could give you would be fifteen years.  They don't stick you with time for each one, you know.  Nah, they lump em all together.  Kill one or kill twenty -- you'll still only get the same fifteen years, maybe less if you keep your nose clean.  Now take off.  Go to the cops.  I have to get to the pub

So we're eager to colonise space.  We know we're out of control.  Too damn many of us.  Need more room, more minerals, more wealth, more control via space platforms

but let's argue about the morality of ridding ourselves of those who have chosen to rid the planet of others

yes, we need to keep killers and cherish them, as if they were of value to anyone at all

Keep those killers.  Minister to them. Psychoanalyse them.  Rehabilitate them.  Give them a trade or qualifications.  Today's felon is tomorrow accountant and solicitor.  Whatever you do, do NOT rid the planet of them as if they were nothing more than some terrified, scrawny, orphaned Yemeni kid cowering beneath the bombed-out rubble of his dead family's humble home