How Jews Can Celebrate the Day of the Dead-- Exclusively-Shared Political Cartoon

This isn't what his grave looks like, by the way. It's just a Jewish-Hispanic representation. He was an Anusi Ashkenazi Yehudi who was born in the Diaspora in Tsuman, Ukraine (then Cuman, Wolyn, Ukraina, Rusia). His birth name is unknown, and his shem l'mikveh katoli was Antoni Jan Julianowicz Czerniecki (Czarniecki).  

As I Said, I Do Not Sugarcoat and Am Calling Myself To the Carpet, Even If I Get Shunned...

And you know, people like me when I didn't sugarcoat the first time-- when, for example, I talked about what I knew about my family history (which keeps slowly and shockingly unfolding before me-- now if only either the Rapture, some crisis that'll make Dad or Pop-Pop or someone else confess what he, or she, knows; or the AG and Luzerne County DA hurry up and prosecute Pop-Pop. Once the Jack Czarnecki that either everyone dreads and dislikes or fears and likes moves out of the way, someone will talk-- and he brought his own downfall by committing Social Security fraud and murder-malice action).

Incidentally, this reminds me that Great-Great-Granddad Rusnak was born today in 1877 (P'rushi Cheshvan 25, 5638). Hopefully, he wasn't an SOB like his kapo daughter was a Holocaust enabler and his grandson-in-law was a murderer (and as I said, I still have to say that Great-Grandma Czarnecki still doesn't have justice nearly five years later-- nor does the family who Pop-Pop and others hid a lot from and caused a lot of pain to).

In this lifetime, I won't get over what quite a few in my family did in a lot of ways-- and that's why I call them out. And that's why I call myself out: I don't want to be like them. I want to be honest about the imperfect and hypocritical human being that I am with imperfect and many hypocritical or hypocrisy-tainted thoughts, reservations, intentions, etc.

I told you (and G-d) about quite a bit of what was on my heart and in my mind; and there's a lot more for which I would and will get shunned-- besides for being disabled, of course; but being disabled plus all that will get me shunned more.

And I don't (or at least I try not to) hide that I'm probably in a lot of trouble for being human, and I might get hurt for being human and being honest about being human. But so what? As I said about Mitt Romney versus Hermain Cain, "I'd rather have a self-admitted-imperfect candidate like Mitt Romney than any seemingly-too-good-to-be-true person on the Presidential ticket any day"-- which means that in any given situation, I'd rather have a self-admitted-imperfect person than any seemingly-too-good-to-be-true person any day.

People, I'm Realistic; I'm Not Just a Disabled Depressive Who's a Pessimist

And it ain't just what I described in the video. Oh, I've read the horror stories-- e.g., one non-disabled girl was laughed at and ignored by boys in her church because of her breast size. Also, the actress from "Facts of Life" (I stand corrected for saying "Different Strokes")-- her story didn't end like J.R. Martinez's did, and she was born with a disability: she couldn't have gone and served, let alone bravely gotten injured, in the military if she wanted to.

I appreciate and value who I am in the eyes of even the Church and G-d, or else I wouldn't be honest about it: I'd pretend that everything's going to be okay, and that everything work out like it does for a typical person or even for Cinderella. As I said, I wouldn't be honest about who I am if I didn't value and appreciate it; and valuing and appreciating it means accepting it and accepting the reality of it, and accepting the reality (even the cold, bitter reality) that it brings and has brought.

If I Were Tiki Barber, I'd Go Home And Seek Forgiveness and Reconciliation...

Tiki Barber can hopefully come to his senses and realize that a for-the-time-being ex-wife and children at home is enough. Sure Traci Johnson may get hurt, but who was hurt first? A college sweetheart and pregnant wife with two other kids to raise as well. Tiki Barber can come home to Ginny Cha, beg forgiveness for his affair, beg forgiveness of Traci Johnson and wish her the best, and try to reconcile with Ginny Cha and the Cha-Barber kids.

Or maybe Ginny Cha won't take him back, figuring "He Ain't Worth Missing", but a try while there's still time is worth a try.

I'm Probably In Big Trouble For Some of My Confessions...

I know that I should be thankful for some things (After all, that was a heck of a blog prayer to write.), but now I'm probably (maybe I'm freaking out,  probably) for the worst being followed on Twitter by Geraldo Rivera's producer-- I'm probably being watched like a hawk watches a mouse or a bear watches whoever goes after its young.

This is why I surprisingly, for wanting to bring so much to light, don't confess a lot of my own thoughts, reservations, etc.-- if and when I do, I usually get shunned or in trouble for them as though I'm worse than anyone else. I admit that I'm imperfect, which is part of why I fight to have a moral compass-- having one makes easier that a brother or sister (or other fellow human being) should not be affected or effected to stumble. But I normally don't confess things lest I get shunned for them-- and I normally do.

If I Were To Write A Quick Blog Prayer To G-d, Well...

Let me for once have a break. Sure, I've had blessings; and I'm not asking for my thorns in the flesh to be taken away-- in fact, I've dreaded what'll happen if you do. You'll make me give up politics and go into math and science, for example; because then I won't have CP and OCD and be physically healed and able to go into math and science. In fact, you didn't take Paul's thorns in the flesh away-- or Nick Vujvicic's. Let me at least manage my OCD, etc. for once.


I could go on and on, but this is why I don't pray a lot-- not long prayers, anyway. Besides, you can read my thoughts; and you have answered my prayers, and many not always in a way which I've liked or prayed for.

A Scary Realization About My Own Life-- At This Rate, It Might Not End Well Either Way

This is not a Halloween joke or Halloween scary story-- though incidentally, October 31-November 1, 1877 is the Gregorian equivalent of the Holocaust enabler (Great-Grandma Gaydos)'s dad's birthday (The P'rushi date was Cheshvan 25, 5638.). On that same-- the Holocaust enabler's-- side, I come from a great-great-great-granddad (Istvan Foczko) and with at least two great-granduncles (Andras "Alexander" and Ferencz "Frank, Sr.") who all committed suicide. Then I have Great-Granddad Czarnecki, and who the hell knows if the "sudden fall of rock" that killed Great-Great-Granddad Czarnecki wasn't a deliberate suicide attempt? (My friend may have a point-- that it wasn't just an accident? And Great-Great-Granddad was an Anusi and schicker with a meshugene vayb who obviously didn't pass Yidish or Yidishkeit down to her grandchildren and their grandchildren, either; but had no problem causing her son's Yidishe froyen-- e.g., Teresa nee Makaczyk and Mary M. nee Trudniak-- tsuris, because they apparently weren't Yidishe or Anusit enough for her. )

I guess that I gave enough examples as to why my life is careening toward suicide as alternative one-- couple the statistics with the meshuges un tsuris in di mispoche, and I'm in trouble. The second alternative is just to wait for the Rapture and figure, "Ah, it's all going to Gei Hinnom for the rest, anyway-- and in many ways, for me". Then I remember Eliyahu, Yirimiyahu, etc.-- they were all told to get the geihinnom up and keep going-- and as for the guy who buried his talents, though he wasn't saved...

The Rapture had better come soon or life needs to get better soon or I'm in trouble-- because with OCD/Anxiety/Depression, Cerebral Palsy, and meshuges un tsuris in di mispoche; and in this culture and without a lot of support (or at least close and strong support, as at least even Eliyahu and Yirimiyahu had two or three of at a given time), I'm screwed, I'm done, I'm finished, I'm f_____-- and not in a good way.