My wife asked me to comment on the recent censorship of the great children's author Roald Dahl.
Why did she ask me this, because I am mentally ill, I am what they used to call crazy. Now our wokes and politico-correct give me other names, of course they never ask my opinion, they know better than I do what is acceptable to me or not.
But here is the thing, I never asked to censor the word crazy in Dalh's work, I don't care if they say she became crazy with rage, if some hyper sensitive people found it upsetting, well the world is anyway upsetting and it is not by erasing all the upsetting aspects that we learn to live in it.
On the other hand I have lived and I live with mental illness, really and to have to wait months when I need to consult that I find it definitely more "annoying".
The likes on social media posts won't help me, of course it's well intentioned, but you see it doesn't go beyond that, the intention, when you need help your entourage disappears, only a few good friends remain. Of course everyone supports you, but from far away.
And if you do something worthy of the asylum on a whim because of lack of care and other help, you will soon find yourself either in prison, or at home within four walls, or at worst on the street as a sparrow. It is not our friends woke and our politico-correct people who will correct the shooting, they will support you from afar and will persecute people who are for nothing in our condition, such as these authors of book which, great misfortune, uses the word "mad".
We are crazy, mentally ill and other terms and why should I be ashamed to read this, why should I waste my time persecuting people who have nothing to do with it? No point.
And don't even get me started on social workers, counselors and other poorly trained people, most of them are as useful as a rope around your neck when you're feeling bad with ready-made, useless phrases like take a walk, walk around, it'll go away, I get it, hollow phrases said by people with equally hollow and mechanical brains.
You want to accept me, well stop treating me as a victim, give me a hand if you can, stop doing the hypocritical fake sympathy I detect it at 100 km, stop censoring people who have nothing to do with our situation.
And run away from the wokes who use us without our permission, who treat us like 7 year olds and who want to keep us as victims for life because it suits their political agenda to use us and not help us.
Published on February 3, 2023 Author : Nancy (Admin)
We received Choupette after she was abandoned by a woman at the end of her life who was not allowed to take her with her.
By the way, I'm going to make a little parenthesis. I find it unfair and heartbreaking to see how many elderly people are separated from their pets by force of circumstance, even though people like us would be willing to care for them wherever they go. Especially these small animals that don't take up much space. These people pay over $2,000 a month for lousy services and are isolated from everything they love. This is nothing less than the abuse of elderly people at the end of their lives, although not senile.
Now back to Choupette. It took me a while to write about her, the sadness of talking about her.
We lost her a few months ago, she was fine 10 minutes before, eating, playing with her friend Mini-Boulle and 10 minutes later on her back, probably a heart attack according to the vet.
She was very old I must say. She gave us a lot, she took care of many of our motherless puppies that came to the shelter. She was a social guinea pig with the other guinea pigs as well as with us humans.
She gave us wonderful moments in life and I do not regret having her in our home.