1871: (Phoenix) Those people contemplating suicide may have their desires gratified by travelling their teams smartly across the bridge over the Whetstone brook, near Mr. Loomis’s blacksmith shop. The chance is good, and “not to be sneezed at.”
What is a suicidal ideation? “Suicidal thoughts, also known as suicidal ideation are thoughts about how to kill oneself, which can range from a detailed plan to a fleeting consideration and does not include the final act of killing oneself. The majority of people who experience suicidal ideation do not carry it through.”
Now look it, people, in 1965 when the Beatles song Michelle went to number one, the human race reached the population of 3.5 billion. Scientific pundits tried to warned us that a planetary Earthly population of 3.5 billion people had reached its level of sustainability.
And, few, if nobody listened.
So, here we are some fifty-one years later and we are scrambling to sustain ourselves with over double the population that the much maligned scientists warned us about so many years ago.
If sustainability is really the question at hand, then we need to get 3.5 billion people to commit suicide. Ha, ha. That suggests that the overbearing mental health industries who are trying desperately to prevent what they think is an increase in suicides, then if the health of the planetary biosystems are begging these overly-consuming creatures who think that the life and this world owes them a favor because they were born from the overpopulated womb of their mothers, and that, that gives them the right to devour our planet, then Mother Nature who has a womb of her own, has a grand awakening for its little creatures who think that she, and this planet owes so much to the so many who are wantonly born upon the land that was reserved for a multiplicity and a diversity of life that was not intended for one species alone.
How dare this insignificant little water-bags of two-legged, binocular, chemical depended creatures who think that this planet, this Earth, was made especially for them, should think they have the rightaway to run roughshod over all other living things. If you really think that you all, or even some of you, are so damned special, then pull your sorry-asses up by the boot strings and save yourselves but don’t forget that you are “only” one of millions of lifeforms that, like you, depend on the life of our planet as we all know that Mother Nature provided for “all” of us to make our homes and our children a place that we share for the future of everyone, not at the pleasure of one species only.
Now, if you are so distressed that you find for yourselves some quiet time or better yet find a special someone who you get to spoon your night away so that you can wakeup in the morning without a concern for the world around you, then, if you’re lucky, you will get to spoon yet again with the one who you are most attracted to.
It is, after, the naked flesh that brings us all together. Without it, we have nothing to show for our material existence that we all, all of us crave from puberty to grave.
Last but not least, if we could figure out a way to enjoy the flesh without making an abundance of babies we will not overpopulate and eat every goddamned thing in sight that which makes for an obese, frustrated, fat, unloved peoples who wish to recapture their youth by securing for themselves a young, slender, pretty thing to hold onto that which we no longer have, then we will solve the mystery of human desired…
If you want to save our planet, then you must first save yourself.
vent spleen rant
, who among us residents of our madhouse have not entertained extinctive ideation at some time. life’s derisive winds steadily blowing through caverns of mind, gusts of flesh ripping facts in our faces everyday
shakespeare and his children, goethe and his children, foster wallace and his children all populate their dramas with good souls who self annihilate. in scientific terms it’s called apoptotic; programmed cell death
dark times, overcrowded riparian swamps, manic diversions, junk food, traffic jams, betrayals big and small…anyone could be forgiven for kiting in these existential winds
yet, i never fail to recall and [mis]remember a great quote by the sublime Rene Daumal..something about something coming from somewhere to us in those darkest of moments to steady the wing
Tasteless Timing
Many of us are still grieving the loss of a young man who killed himself 2 weeks ago. I knew him since he was a little boy, his parents are old friends and good people. The line
“…then we need to get 3.5 billion people to commit suicide. Ha, ha.”
is beyond being in bad taste, it’s cruel, thoughtless and despicable. Grow up and think about something other than your own fanciful ideas.
Hold Jeremiah in the Light
Annikee,
I read and was touched by his father’s obituary in austanspace posted by AngelFM, and when in your comment you called his father “Joe.” I didn’t know Jeremiah personally but he was a downtown regular for as long as I’ve been in town. I even took notice when after having long hair for so long, he cut it rather dramatically short. You could see what a good looking guy he was. On some occasions, I would stop for a few moments when he played the guitar on the stoop, sometimes alone and sometimes with others.
No, I didn’t know his family and friends personally. Over, the years, as we lost other people in Brattleboro, those stories as media made sense to me. They were not five states away, they were here in town. Only a few did I know personally or was acquainted with in some way.
You know me through my writing in local media, and at least one or more mutual acquaintances. But don’t think to know me and my writing by applying me out of context against Jeremiah’s suicide two weeks ago. How you and others handle their personal grief in any situation is not cause enough for me to tailor my writing to each and every one’s needs. It is unrealistic to do so.
How you hold Jeremiah in the light and how you remember him is measure of your compassion, love and sorrow. Surely, he deserves better than any acrimonious statements you can make misrepresenting my written intent.
Vidda
And now classless
Instead of recognizing a thoughtless post, and addressing that, you attack me and try to manipulate the discussion. You’re a real piece of work.
Decorum
If you see my reply as an insensitive attack on you, or mere manipulation, then whatever level, class or norms we exist on, we are surely not connected.
Admitting a mistake takes character
Thank you Spinoza and Annikee for your comments.
Not everyone is in touch with their own pain. Vidda is a complex person. I think he empathizes with vulnerable people, but the manner in which he expresses himself on ibrattleboro is often insensitive.
What mistake?
One of the reasons I read the reformer and ibrattleboro is Vidda’s articles and letters. It’s hard to find that kind of writing in local mainstream. And, Spinoza really lives up to his name. I read the annikee and Brooks comments but since they’re usually knee-jerk anti vidda anyway it was easy to writeoff. But this attack almost seemed contrived. There was nothing tasteless, insensitive or bad character about him. The article had nothing to do with any recent or past suicides or their friends. Neither did I see why Brooks seem to artificially join spinoza’s comments with annikee’s.
In the reformer today there an Amee Latour letter that is on topic as it should be.
A wing bending moment
Toby, sometimes there does seem to be a lack of discernment or personal bias with a few commenters. I am always careful to try to avoid singling out an individual when writing my articles. I direct myself to human behavior and the human condition so that it applies to humanity in groups or as a whole.