Overcome with Grief, I feel the Nation is at a Tipping Point....

Suicides and deaths of famous people have gripped the nation in the last 72 hours. The lightning media saturating our lives with repetition of the same drum-beat of death and sadness, I feel a hallowed out cry from folks that creek under the groan of pain screaming out sadness from shock and unremitting grief.
     Mimic crimes, police shootings, falls from windows, petty thefts, riots and such have broke out all over the nation since Americas beloved comedian decided to end his own life just 72 hours ago. The man made everyone laugh, every ONE of us couldn't wait until he hit the stage, and now it is obvious he was in pain most of his life, living out a private hell of depression, that blazing, painful sword that sits inside of your gut from throat to tail-bone blazing away most days, often so bad, reducing you to a day of pain killers in bed, you head swimming in bad dreams, mother and or your father swimming around your during you marathon sleep-a-thons, till you finally wake up, fresh and ready to go.
     There it is, a break - maybe you get a whole two days free and clear, before it's back, bad dreams, ghosts while you're awake, talking to yourself swimming in a fog.
      It goes like that. Then your boss wants to see you. " How you feelin? "   Oh, alright I suppose, just taking new medication, a little foggy. You do that too often in corporate America, you're walking the street.
      Enuf to make you mad, angry, crazy. I wonder if it's going to get worse. Add to it the world worries: America's political situation ( no need to elaborate there), taxes, lousy television fall elections, America's current mood, (ugh), Prices, joblessness,  we got all the lost jobs back BUT, personal income dropped 33% (how'd the HELL that happen??
      Top it off the Funniest Man in America, maybe the whole damn world- just offed himself. How bad is that?? About 15 years ago I was in San Fran and my buddy drove me around Mr. Williams Sea Cliff estate. WOW!! Sea Cliff it's San Fran's Beverly Hills. Yesterday, they showed the house he lived in where he did the deed. It looked like a boat house. You could have fit it INSIDE a wing of the one I saw 15 years ago. I heard he had money problems. I've been there. And when you do, you gotta do, what you gotta do. I felt so bad for him. I just wanted to Say
Naa-nuu, Naa-Noo.
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