former WP member "ASS-P" passed away yesterday, jan. 4, '21

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Walter Mitty was a regular, sort of nerdy guy who imagined himself being a hero.

Thank you Isabella for reposting his eulogy .

AuntBlabby,
(and all)
This thread was the first one on Wrongplanet that made me see WP as a true support community.
Never met Walter (or what ever moniker he preferred) but I hope someday when I pass others think of me as kindly as I have seen him be treated on this thread.

Blabs - I remember your post on "The Best [Twilight Zone] Episode Ever" and guessed you'd spent some times on the streets.

Thanks for reaching out to Walter - and to the rest of the WP folks to let them know about his passing. ...For turning your lemons into lemonade - your pain into kindness and empathy.

Thanks to all the other well wishers and kind folk who have posted on the thread.

^^^you're welcome Fenn

btw im out for f*****g blood for the mobbing of ass-p, that was f****d up. Total Munchausen syndrome by proxy

and im f****d up on some FDS, is this parody of ass-ps Munchausen syndrome by proxy mobbing, or does this come naturally to you fnord?

i didn't fully "get" [the full terror of] falling into homelessness until it happened to me. there was this one guy i knew as a kid, he was my age, he had some obvious physical and mental defects, he had a face that scared people, but he was harmless and somewhat schizoid, but he ended up on the streets early, and one freezing cold day he'd had enough of that hell of life and went to a gas pump and somehow got it to pump gas on him and he immolated himself. at that point he may have been sufficiently out of it that a hot death was better than freezing to death. when things are bad for me i remember it can always be much MUCH worse. i still feel lousy that i lacked the awareness to somehow try to find him, reach out to him and help him somehow. but my parents woulda told me to get rid of any such silly notions, "the poor ye shall always have with you" and other such.

that poor thing...

there are outcasts, the friendless, they are all around us but they somehow are invisible to the rest. i guess the naïve part of me [the major part] just wants it to be that people pay attention to them and give them a bit of cash now and then [or even a civil acknowledgement that they are there], even if they lack the wherewithal to be able to parlay that pittance into something constructive to get them out of that situation [if only to suit our middle-class ableist prejudices], at least it will buy them a bit of cheer for a bit. that is a feeble help but better than nothing at all. there's no such thing as "benign" neglect AFAIC.

that is touching sir, made my day agian it is like you good cop me bad cop. Its ok, I can be a real dick, eat your cookies. your pizza..

that poor quote, I always thought it was something Jesus actually said but is open to misunderstanding. Similar hard passages can be made sense of, but this one always stumped me.

When I really got into learning about the different accounts of the woman or women annotating him, it started to make sense, to me anyway. I need to get that thread going again.

Happy Valentines Day

a big to you also!

If the general problem of “the poor” was easily solvable it would have been solved. Like it or not Jesus said we would always have “the poor” with us. More than 2000 years later - He’s not wrong.
Context: if I want to really understand what the quote really means I read the whole paragraph - then read the whole chapter - then the whole book. That is what I try to do.

I have never been on the streets. I have worked in soup kitchens. My uncle was on the streets at times. My dad spent so much time hunting him down and trying to help he lost a good job - a berry good job and perhaps a whole career. One time he was living with us and some things did go missing - and strange friends came and eventually he was asked to move out. Addiction can do strange things to people. Mental illness is real. It is complicated.

Am I really so different?

But we could each do a bit more - we each have to find our boundaries. I could do more than I do. Sometimes I destabilize trying to do more and I pull back - am I doing enough?

My dad lost a job but may truly saved his brother’s life. He eventually stabilized enough to cater my sister’s wedding. He died of throat cancer - probably smoking was the cause or a big contributor. He didn’t completely avoid the damage of addictive behaviour.

If I read enough I find that not everyone is given the same gifts and that is OK. I find “whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers that you do unto me” - wow.

the "do to me" passage in the good book is another way of referencing the golden rule. rather like the torah, the whole of the bible references the golden rule with the bulk of it being some kind of commentary.

Sad to hear of his passing. He used to post from a public library if I remember correctly. Always seemed to be having a tough time one way or another. Didn't he suffer from diabetes and had lost fingers or toes? Long while ago now, can't remember.

He had diabetes. He had partial amputations of toes; I don't know about fingers. He had other health problems, too---like congestive heart failure. The shelters tended to be unsympathetic to his coughing which happens to be an integral part of congestive heart failure.

He was sometimes "street homeless," and sometimes "sheltered homeless." He tended to either lose things or have them stolen from him. He was the type that wanted to do things on his own terms.

he was also mugged from time to time, an occupational hazard of street life.

Yep. That's right. He was mugged, too.

I hope he's having a peaceful time Up There, reading his favorite comics.