Once we destroy our reputations, we can be free

     I've been trying to turn over a new leaf on my Facebook timeline, and sometimes I seem to get distracted, or something in me just can't seem to accept change.

Sloan Bashinsky

Had heart-rending conversations yesterday, June 16, 2023, with friends whose aging, ailing parents want the Lord to take them, but instead are being kept alive by any and all means possible.

This morning, I saw at the Poetic Outlaws FB page,

“suicide fails as you get older:

there’s less and less to kill.”

― Charles Bukowski

I posted this comment at Poetic Outlaws:

Looks to me humanity cares far more for its beloved pets (dogs, cats, gerbils, etc.) than for its aging, ailing elders, because when beloved pets are old and suffering, they are kindly put down by a veterinarian, whereas old, suffering people are forced, regardless of their sentiments, to be kept alive as long as possible, no matter how much money it costs, although I have heard recently that doctors in Oregon are offering old, suffering elders the same services veterinarians offer old, suffering pets.

 

Elizabeth

Hey old timer, move your ass to Bon Secour. No one gets old here.

Sloan Bashinsky

I have been in your lovely river and bayou country, and 20 years ago, if you were not married, homeless me would be on Greyhound to Mobile pronto. Today, 81 years and prostate cancer seem to have killed my romance and adventure genes, your church's troubles would drive me nuts and I probably would get myself lynched, and a number of doctors in the Birmingham area keep patching up various parts of me and other doctors look out for me in other ways, and it seems to be a giant cosmic redneck conspiracy to keep me in the so-called Magic City. Now, if you know a veterinarian down there in bayou swamp river country, who thinks likes I think all people should think, I just might move down there despite all the other.😀

Elizabeth

😀

You think a veterinarian would be better suited to fix you than the doctors? I concur, mostly due to medical malpractice being the #3 cause of death.

Sloan Bashinsky

I think vets understand and deal with incurable suffering, whereas people doctors and religion and society, in America, anyway, mostly don’t. First, do no harm to incurable suffering. 

Elizabeth

💗

Lynda

Terminally ill adults in NJ have the right to ask for Dr assisted suicide. I'll be 1st in line

Sloan Bashinsky

That’s a good start. 

My mother’s father spent the last year of his life lying barely conscious in a nursing home bed, waiting to die of old age. Before that m, he spent a year in the assisted living side of the nursing home, waiting to die of old age. Before that, he was in a senior section 8 kind of apartment, waiting to die of old age, after his wife had died of a medical illness. He was ready to leave the day his life mate left. In those days, medically-assisted departure in Alabama was unthinkable. Now, only impossible.

Linda

😢

   

Sloan Bashinsky

My father's older brother, who, in my youth I wished was my father, because of how much we both loved to fish, and who many years later told someone that I should have been his son, told me in 1998 that he was waiting on the Lord to take him. Not long after that, he was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Eventually, he was moved to a nursing home, and in late 2005, his wife organized a family reunion for his birthday. He asked one of the aids, "All of these people are my family?" I was so upset that I broke down crying, and then I left, cursing silently. Enough was enough! He lingered a few months, and then he left officially.

    I met Lynda when she was passing through Key West. I think she already was following my blogs, goodmorningkeywest.com and goodmorningfloridakeys.com, and after those blogs died and went somewhere in early 2017, she started following their successor, afoolsworkneverends.blogspot,com, which eventually was replaced by blogs showing on my Facebook home page. Now, Lynda puts up with me on Facebook and sometimes in email blasts I sometimes send out.

    

    I became acquainted with Elizabeth, sometimes known as the Empress of Fantasia, after my younger brother Major went missing in early 2010 and I was writing daily about that on at the good morning blogs. Views at those blogs spiked about five-fold, to about 90,000 that month. I figured nearly all new viewers were in Alabama. 

    A more accurate and fuller account, than what the Birmingham news media reported of my tortured brother Major’s suicide made to look like murder, is found in "The Golden Flake Clown's younger brother, R.I.P." chapter of The Golden Flake Clown's Tale, a free read starting at page 37: https://archive.org/details/goldenflakeclownstale/page/11/mode/2up

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