Ayalis Clay Oliver: 76-Year Old Accused Of Killing Son On Thanksgiving Over Household Chores

Why does this s**t always seem to happen in Colorado Springs? That town is really going to hell these days. I'm so glad I live on the North end of the state. Which of course is perfect and there is no crime. (sarcasm)

This being said, my mantra for the day is "WTF is wrong with people???" thanks to having read several articles like this. If they wanted the dude to leave and he refused, couldn't the guy have called the cops?

This is one really screwed up family. I can't even imagine shooting your own child.

As to all the "spare the bullet spoil the child" jokes. Yeah, ha ha, real funny. Especially after the tenth time. A real riot. And so original. So glad to see there is no shortness of compassion these days.

Here is the assertion of the (likely) Fundie Republican user, America99:
the father had every right to ...probabl­y a deadbeat son that wouldnt leave the house

 

SouthernYankeeBelle replied:

america99, what kind of person are you? How about the father getting up and going to another room and calling police to have his son removed from the house. Police come remove son and father and mother can go back to their quiet evening without the son. But come on what is wrong in america when you settle everything with a freakin gun. America is becoming the wild wild west. How sad to show generations of children how to settle things. Not really bright.

 

I completely agree with SouthernYankeeBelle. Unless there was a direct threat to someone's life or safety, such a thing should never, ever have happened. There are these people called the police who should have been telephoned to remove the gentleman in question. Perhaps he should have been incarcerated if he were being belligerent, but I see no reason to believe that he should be lying on a slab in the morgue.

Read the Article at HuffingtonPost

Paul Merhige Wanted: Man Accused Of Gunning Down Family, Executing Girl During Thanksgiving Visit

WTF??? I mean, seriously. If you hate your family couldn't you just, oh...avoid them?

Now I realize that this guy obviously has a serious mental illness. But I find it hard to muster compassion for him, although I live with a major mental illness myself (bipolar disorder.) Of course this story needs to be reported, but the other thing that tends to happen when stories like this hit the news is that all people who live with mental illness tend to suffer because the general public tends to see us all as having this seething inner violence and being ready to blow like a volcano at any time. The truth is that most mentally ill individuals are not violent and that if they are going to "blow" they tend to turn it on themselves. A mentally ill individual is far more likely to commit suicide than to kill another person.

That being said, I am having trouble mustering compassion for this guy. I am against the death penalty, but he is making me question my belief right about now. Hells bells...th­ese poor people. I feel so bad for them. Nobody can ever truly recover from such a terrible loss.

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Not Much Fun In the Funhouse

Psycho is not having a lot of fun today. Psycho is feeling tired, whiny, and ignored. It might me feel better to choke a bitch, in other words, one of those condescending assholes that uses the phrase "attention seeking behavior" to describe someone who is having a psych crisis of some kind. I would like to kick 'em hard. Yeah, that might make me feel better. But there ain't a bitch to choke around here right now.

I am actually not a violent person. I just talk this way because it relieves stress. I can see myself doing it, in kind of a cartoonish fashion. But really I would be more likely to attack with words than with my hands. I would likely only attack with my hands to defend myself, unless I were severely provoked. But there is a part of me that relishes the idea of kicking the living crap out of some condescending asshole that really deserves it.

I get really mad at myself when I end up falling apart for weeks on end after a confrontation. Because after a confrontation, I question absolutely everything I think, do, or say. I do not enjoy confrontation. Some fuckers just like to stir the shit. That is all they live for. They are fucking wastes of skin. This recent confrontation I had really took the wind out of my sails. I saw myself as exposed for a complete fraud. I just told the dick weed I wasn't going to feed his stupid trollish ways by getting into an argument with him. His argument was full of holes, yet I backed off because there were parts of it that actually hit home. I do sometimes feel like a fraud about having beliefs in the supernatural. I can't prove how I get the information that I get in my Tarot readings. I just get it. That's all. This is the problem with parapsychology. It's very difficult to PROVE, the way you would prove that there are red blood cells in your blood. The way to prove there are red blood cells is by taking a blood drop and viewing it under a microscope--which is actually pretty cool. Voila--red blood cells! But you can't do that with things like ghosts. It is a very subjective experience. And with card readings, well, the proof is in the pudding, so to speak. It either happens that way or it doesn't.

An interesting thing is, people expect psychics to be right 100% of the time. But doctors and other real-world scientists are not right 100% of the time.

Thing is, I'm pretty sure this fucker was stirring shit with me just to stir shit, and I fell into it. I hate the fact that I'm that weak and stupid.

I've always believed in being honest. But when you reveal very personal details about sensitive things in your life, even if you are not using your real name, and you are pretty public about who you are and even trying to get followers...especially if there is another person involved in these details...

THAT IS JUST STUPID!!!!

I think that I have finally learned not to be idealistic. I would like to believe there is a benevolent higher power(s) and at the very least that people who do evil shit get payback. But with a lot of the shit that goes down, I'm not sure I can believe it.

Why is it that whenever I learn a lesson the lesson always boils down to me being stupid, expecting too much, and believing that things can turn out nice? Or believing that I have any kind of intelligence, skills, or talents? Time and time again it is proved out, it is just like those assholes in high school said, I am nothing but an ugly freak that no-one can ever love. I will never amount to anything, I will always be a joke.

This is the last time that I will ever get on my soapbox for any kind of cause. I can't make a difference. I can only be made a fool.

Born to be down,

xoxo

PSYCHO

Stolen Meme: Meet the Psycho I

I stole this from Immi.
What is your favorite color? Blues and purples
When was the last time you had a drink?
Alcoholic? last month.
Iced Tea, water, V8: daily.

Gay or Straight? 95% straight. I say this because there is a slight chance that anyone could go against their sexual orientation. I am not attracted to women. If I see a naked woman, all I see is a naked woman. I can get turned on by porn involving people of whatever sex, which is kind of weird, but I think its because of the activity, not because they are male or female. I also have an incident in my past that does trigger an arousal with female-female porn even though I'm not attracted to women in my daily life.  I was molested by a couple of girls my own age repeatedly when I was in the third grade. You may say that a child can't be molested by other children. Yes. One can. So this arousal is a shameful arousal. Its a mirror of what I felt when those girls were molesting me, and I've really never dealt with it.

I ended up finding out that I was straight for sure the one time that I did experiment with a woman. I was 35 years old, involved in a really pathological relationship with a guy much older than me, and she was a woman that people would say was "hot." A former stripper with big breasts. We worked together. I was a bartender, she was a cocktail waitress. We had gone out drinking--heavily--and one thing led to another. I was as not hot then as I am now, but thinner. Two things I noticed: I couldn't kiss her, and when we actually got to the sex part, I felt nothing. It wasn't gross, it was just nothing. In some ways it's kind of a shame because I have had no luck with men, even though I am attracted to them. I end up with the same man every time: the wrong one. He just has a different body each time. And a different alibi for his crappy behavior. ;-)

Oh well. People with borderline personality disorder (at least this person with borderline personality disorder) aren't capable of having healthy relationships anyway. I really don't want another one. But I can still dream of the dudes!

Married or Single? Single. I’m horrible at romatic or mated or whathaveyou relationships. See the Borderline Personality Disorder thing. I choose the wrong guy and turn into a jealous psycho. Not a good plan.

If you could go back in time, where would you go? I've learned that you can't go back in time and change things no matter how much you want to. But I would like to have a chat with H.P. Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe and see what they think about some of my ideas.

Do you have any children? College age son

When were you diagnosed as bipolar? Six years ago as Bipolar II but I can remember seeing signs of it as early as nine years old when I began to hit puberty.

Do you have any siblings? One brother. He's four years younger than me and about a foot taller.

Where do you work? In the medical field. Not a wise plan to mention your place of employment online!

What are you life plans? To get my ass out of debt and hopefully eventually make enough money freelancing that I don't have to work overtime (or for anyone else at all) anymore. Maybe to get my LCSW license so I can be a counselor.

Where all have you lived? All over the damn place. Currently live in Colorado.

Happy Thanksgiving, people. Eat turkey or tofu turkey or whatever you eat. And now I'm off to spend time with my family.

xoxo,

PSYCHO

Welcome

Welcome to Blooming Psycho's Funhouse. I will blog about whatever, probably mostly about psych issues. I do have some psych training and as I have been more mentally stable (generally speaking) in the past six years following my diagnosis with bipolar disorder, I will probably seek more training at some point. It's kinda hard to teach an old dog new tricks and I am trying to create some stability in my life.

I choose the anonymity of a "handle" or pseudonym for several reasons. Of course having bipolar disorder, I am paranoid to a degree, but you aren't paranoid if they really are out to get you, and there have been cases of people losing their jobs due to their online activities. Well, you won't see pictures of my boobs or ass splattered around the internet, and believe me, you are very glad about this. I am neither young nor "hawwwwt." What you see is what you get, and what you get is a grouchy middle aged fat broad. So for anyone who was intending to insult me by saying "you old fat bitch," my reply would be "yeah, and?"

However, even though I'm not Girls Gone Wild material (or even Old Fat Broads Gone Wild material) I would have reason to worry that perhaps my opinions might get me in deep doo doo with my employers. They are a Christian organization and I am not a Christian. I don't have a problem with Christ, I have a problem with the churches that use his name. I don't like organized religion. Jesus is good by me, though, I like the guy. So if you are an open-minded Christian, please feel free to speak your piece. I'm not going to attack you. If you are here to convert me, move along. My handbasket is already fully stocked with snacks and my favorite "devil" music and I'm ready for my journey!

There is also continued prejudice against people with mental illness in this day and age and while it is technically illegal to fire someone for having a mental illness, that would not be the reason I would be fired. My direct supervisor is aware of my illness. The president of the organization is not. And I intend to keep it that way for my own protection.

I will blog about my own thoughts and feelings regarding my life, and about real-world events. You are free to disagree but if you are an asshole about it, you will simply be shuffled away to the trash. Troll and Trash both start with the letter T. This may or may not be a cosmic revelation. I'm leaning towards cosmic revelation, myself. Troll opinions are trash and people who go around trying to stir shit up because they are petty little nobodies that feel bad about being petty little nobodies are trash. So, Troll = Trash. Sometimes the Universe is just chock full of obvious revelations. Other times you sit there screaming FUCKING GIVE ME A SIGN and you can depend on the delivery being held up at the pass. That's just how shit works. Don't ask me why.

But don't be scared. My bark is generally worse than my bite. If you find something appealing about what I'm dishing out, feel free to speak your piece.

xoxo,

PSYCHO