Who's Laughing Now? Mental Illness Is Not Funny, And Ricky Gervais' Alcoholism Is Certainly Not Funny

Remember that addiction is a mental illness, and this is all too common of a sentiment among those with addictions: i.e., the sentiment "I like it too much, I'm not going to give it up" is too common. In fact, my own aunt eerily told my sister that she herself would "quit drinking when [she died]." She unfortunately died of Alcoholism in June of 2008 at the age of 56, which is Ricky Gervais' current age, and may have been 57 in November of that year had she'd been able to get treatment for Alcoholism—and who knows if Ricky Gervais won't share her fate almost a decade later ☹?

What disturbs me is that the "Daily Mail​" seems to see nothing disturbing about anyone, let alone a prominent figure, sending the message that there is nothing wrong with refusing to attempt to get treatment for mental illnesses even when one has the resources to get such treatment. As for Ricky Gervais' loved ones, I find what they're doing perhaps even more disturbing: they seem to be quite content with not wanting to try to help him get help. In contrast to my family whom did try to help my aunt get help, they seem to encourage him to, for example (and as he related), "[wet] himself after six pints of Guinness during a weekend bender."

Regardless of whom has (a) mental illness(es) or what a given person's mental illness(es), nothing is funny or encouragable about allowing someone to be overtaken by a mental illness.

PS My great-great-grandfather Julian Czerniecki (later Julian Czarnecki), whom was born on December 24, 1875 in Polish Russia, was also besieged by Alcoholism, and I don't know when Alcoholism onset for him. What I do know is that the Anti Semitism—and other persecutions and hardships—that he faced in Polish Russia (which he left after the Belostok Pogrom) and in the United States affected an exacerbation of his Alcoholism (and if you think that having to pretend to be a Polish Catholic and settle in out-of-the-way Sugar Notch in order to survive isn't hardship, don't kid yourself¹).

I also know that Great-Great-Granddad Czarnecki was not help as exacerbated Alcoholism (not to mention other mental illnesses, including Depression) besieged him. I have seen, heard, and lived that "Hurt people hurt people" cycle partly because of that; and that is party of why I find disturbing that the "Daily Mail" and those whom apparently love Ricky Gervais want to see him beseiged by a mental illness and perhaps even dead from it.

By the way, the aunt who died from Alcoholism was a maternal aunt; so, Alcoholism is actually on both sides of my family—that of course makes even more disturbing to me what the "Daily Mail" and Ricky Gervais' loved ones are doing, as they are basically saying that they'd like that both people like Ricky Gervais and people on both sides of my family to die of mental illnesses.

I guess that I shouldn't be surprised, though, given how ableist society is and how society hates both famous and non-famous people with disabilities such as mental illnesses.



¹He also had the hardship of being born on a date when Pseudo Christians persecuted the very people of Jesus—whom many of them ironically called "Jeszua", pronounced "Yeshua", by the way—imagine having to live your life never knowing if you'll make it to your next birthday because people whom claim to be celebrating the birth of Jeszua want to commit ethnocide against the very people for whom the New Testament says that Jeszua is Messiah first.

Winter 2017 Card From Reilly

Part Of Why I Don't Always Wish People A "Happy Birthday" On Facebook Or LinkedIn

Long story short, IBS flareups can drain me and affect me to not want to do as much as I could. Longer story short, those (especially with mental-illness flareups and draining-enough Cerebral Palsy) make breathing hard on some days (like today), which can be draining.

Consider this, after all: when your colon presses against your diaphragm and presses your diaphragm onto your lungs, your lungs can't fill up as well and are in a perpetually-somewhat-exhaling state. It's—as far as I know—a little-known symptom that's actually—as I had to Google—frustrated other IBS users.

Try having been prematurely born as well (and having a father whom didn't quit smoking until you were about six years old) and probably being a carrier for long-dormant Tuberculosis—since at least some of your ancestors had it (and at least one died of it)—as well as having ancestors whom had Miner's Lung and other lung-affecting issues (such as addictions to cigarettes and alcohol) and your lungs can really be, so to speak and forgive the language, *****ed up on some days.

In fact, I'm having IBS-related breathing issues as I'm typing—and that's why I mentioned that IBS flareups can make breathing hard on some day's, and thus draining in of itself.

PS If you suffer IBS (and/or any of the other health-related issues that I've mentioned here) and/or have loved ones and/or coworkers whom suffer from IBS (and/or any of the other health-related issues that I've mentioned here) , you might be able to relate to this and get a better sense of what you and/or those in your life suffer. You thus might, for example, be able to at least somewhat understand why even you and/or someone else in your life may seem like a distant and uncaring jerk on some days—not being able to breathe, and thus not being able to have as much as energy to do all that you could do, makes being able to express that you care for others hard.

Also PS: I was thinking about the Amtrak accident in Tacoma and wanted to tweet "#Pray for Washington", and I've been wanting to tweet "#Pray for Reilly, since she has another ear infection"—and wanting to tweet those things are just among the many things that I've wanted to do and that I still have to do.

Stubborn Camille Still Does Not Want To Play A Variation Of "Find The Treat [Or Toy] Under The Blankie"

Having been able to get some Christmas and Hanukkah gifts for Reilly and Camille, "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" was able to get a collapsible bowl which she forget is a bowl. She thought that it was a Frisbee, then she checked because she thought that she remembered that it might actually be a bowl. So came a variation of "Find The Treat [Or Toy] Under the Blankie" into her head when she tried to figure out what to do with it, since using it as a Frisbee would not be feasible.

Stubborn Camille still refuses to try to lift up the bowl with her paw or nose to get the treat or toy. Basically, she'll try for a few minutes then want "Auntie Nicole" to lift the bowl for her. She'll even get aggressive with Reilly despite that she knows that "Auntie Nicole" is Reilly's "Momma" and does want her dogter to be hurt. Even this morning, she gave Reilly an intimidating stare and puffed up her tail as well as put her tail to the right—she was quite happy to intimidate Reilly, notwithstanding "Auntie Nicole"/"Momma"'s warnings to be nice to Reilly—and notwithstanding that Reilly still has an ear infection and isn't feeling as well as she could, by the way. 

Update On Reilly

As one may have been able to tell by some pictures alone, Reilly had a rough day on Friday with an ear infection and a Lyme's Disease vaccine booster. Today, per "Auntie Michelle", she was shaking because her leg was hurting due to the vaccine (and there can still be slight pain at the site with any vaccine after 24-48 hours; and her White Shaker Syndrome has been noted by the vet and is common for her breed, as the Maltipoo is a Maltese-Poodle hybreed¹.

(She also had some other stressors throughout the day.).

As for the ear infection, as "Momma" witnessed, it's healing despite that Reilly is not happy about getting medicine for it. Meanwhile, Camille had to be convinced that she was not going to be getting any medicine—"Auntie Nicole" had to explain that Camille had no reason to try to jump off of her lap and run because she didn't have an ear infection for which she needed medicine!

Nonetheless, Reilly is doing generally well despite the vaccine-site pain and the ear infection (and the other stressors of the day)—and despite that she was a bit sleepy.



¹Contraction of "hybrid" and "breed" (which "Momma" probably didn't coin, and she'd be surprised if she did coin it.)

My Own Yidishe Neshome Apparently Doesn't Mess Around: A Few Curses With Which (I Think That) I Came Up (Or That God Gave To Me)

PS I was inspired when I saw some of the traditional curses that are circulating on Facebook and Kveller. Also PS:

1.  I'm not a Yidishophone, and Google Translate did not work for me. Whoever can translate these into Yidish for me will get credit (and it is "Yidish" in its stricter transliteration, as "Yiddish" is "יידיש".) 
2. Please use these judiciously and only in cases where curses like this are warranted.
3. In the least-extreme cases of the most-extreme cases, these curses are warranted for those like Roy Moore, Harvey Weinstein.
4. In my next book, "More Shit And Other Stuff That I Can't Make Up", the backstory behind why I came up with these curses (or why God gave them to me) can be found. Let's just say that Micah 7:6 and Psalm 27:10-12 apply, and that's the generous way to put it here. Another hint, in transliterated Hebrew: Lo kal ha'avot hem avot tovim.
5. Even Paul prayed that God would repay his enemies, per 2 Timothy 4:14. Remember that I'm a Jewish Christian, by the way. 

1) May what you should get off your chest collapse your lungs before you have time to get it off!

2) May the way in which you've broken people's hearts break your neck! (May with what you've stabbed others in the back stab your back!)

3) May the weight with which you weigh down others be the weight under which you collapse!

4) May your iron fist come back to punch you!  (May your heavy hand eventually press itself down on you!)

5) May how you fight others in a tooth-and-nail way come back to bite and scratch you!

6) May the next time that you breathe down someone's neck be the moment of your last breath!

7) May the headaches that you cause others be the kind that cause you a stroke!

8) May the arm with which you try to strongarm others cause itself to break!

9) May you trip on the feet which you use to try to step on others, and may you kick yourself in the face when you fall!

10) May the nose that you stick into others' business clog up and cause you to sneeze your brains out!

11) May the butts of the jokes that you try to make others end up being your butt, and may your butt get kicked by the foot that you'll have put in your mouth!
 (May the butt that you try to make others kiss be the one on which you fall [or in which you get kicked]; may the foot which you try to make others lick fly back into your mouth)

12) May your prying eyes bug out far enough to fall out of your sockets!  (May your malicious stare [e.g., intimidating stare] strain your eyes enough to make them fall out [or—even though this may be going too far—cause you to go blind]!)

13) May your prying ears clog up and cause your head to explode [or—even though this may be going too far—be strained enough to cause you go deaf]!

14) May the teeth that you gnash at others be ground to their roots [or fall out]!

15) May you swallow your lashon hara and have nobody to stop you from doing so¹.

¹That one is probably actually not mine; or even if it is, it was inspired by the fact that someone on a long-since-taken-down website once understandably wished that an Anti Semite would swallow his or her own tongue.

Puppies That Could Be Magazine "Moodles" (Pun Intended)

Camille could help advertise a chair cover here,

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If Reilly were feeling better (Poor Reilly has another ear infection. :-( ), she could help advertise either a pet bed, toy, or blanket.

Curious and sleepy Cam. 

Curious, sleepy, and cameraphobic Reilly (Reilly also had a Lyme's Disease vaccine booster that day.)

No food or treats; just a camera to take pictures of them :-)