So after 18 years I decided my depression has gotten so bad I need to see a therapist again… cant see a therapist till I get referred by a GP, waited a month in this constant self hatred funk to see the GP yesterday… but when I got my nerve up and went inside the receptionist told me the doctor called out sick… and they rescheduled me for… next month.
I was reminded of James Huberty. In 1987 he called his county mental health, he said he owned guns and wanted to hurt people. He didnt sound stressed so the woman misspelled his name, wrote his number down wrong, and put him on the list to be called back in 2 months.
3 days later he tells his wife “Society had their chance, I’m going hunting, hunting humans. I love you. Good bye, I’m not coming back.”
77 minutes after arriving at the San Ysidro Mc Donalds he had fired 245 rounds out of his shotgun, uzi, an 9mm pistol. 21 people both inside and outside of the Mc Donalds were dead 17 wounded. At the time it was the largest spree killing in american history. Wikipedia has an almost shot by shot recount of what happened (he shot the pleading dude 38 times, the 8 month old got 1 bullet) The Mc Donalds was destroyed and theres a stupid little concrete thing there now with a plaque.
It could have all been avoided if one lazy helpline **** would have got him some help when he asked for it.
I get to wait another month to see this doctor, and prolly another month before I get to see a counselor, but for now on every July 18th I’m gonna celebrate hunting humans day…
Extra credit : Michael Douglas’s character in “Falling Down” was based on Huberty, and they made a documentary called “77 minutes” about it.
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I remember Huberty. Totally crazy situation, I was sitting in a fast food place just last week thinking about him (couldn’t remember his name, but San Ysidro is still etched into my memory) and tried to envision the surreal terror of sitting down to a quarter pounder, and then. . .
I want to have faith that somewhere along the way the mental health system makes a difference, and I’m sure it does, but it’s only as strong as it’s most ineffective employee, and the results can be disastrous. The nature of the help they provide and the clients with such widely varying needs make it a hit or miss proposition. (No pun intended.) I’ve done therapy a few times and would rather just not do it. It doesn’t help me. I’m too hard headed, I’ll always find its flaws and dissect it until it’s just a tangled jumble of meaningless words.
Therapy is worthless, drug treatment can work if the problem is mostly organic. But existential depression disorder…. figuring out that life is pointless, meaningless, and futile… theres no cure for knowing too much.
As much as I’d love to get a bullet to the head while ordering a diet Sprite, and as much as I feel the human population needs to be decreased, I just don’t buy into the glorification and excusal of mass murderers just because society didn’t help them.
Guess what, society is under no obligation to help anyone. You pay taxes, fine, you get roads, libraries, firefighters and education. But don’t expect the government or society to fix your mind. I don’t know when people got so lazy that they began feeling entitled to mental health cures, but I rather associate with the people in centuries past who, when they lost their marbles, they would cut to the root of the problem and jump off a cliff, thus ending their pain without inflicting new traumas and terrors on others. James Huberty was an ignoble loser and I weep no tears for him. When it’s my time to go, I’ll focus on the primary problem: me.
I’m not saying you’re one, but this post is a good opportunity to remind people. Every few months on this, some 12 year old adolescent boy shows up talking about how he’s going to shoot up his school like a tough guy. I think some clown named “Mac-10toSchool” was the last one. They usually burn themselves up with words and nothing comes of it. But in case you or anyone is serious about killing others, just think about what I said. The problem is your mind. Fix the problem. With therapy or with a bullet, doesn’t matter, but don’t create new problems just because you can’t figure your own out.
Society has a choice. Deal with problems or dont deal with them. If you choose not to, your choosing to suffer the consequences. In parts of new mexico recently the sheriff’s departments have said residents who live near the border will not recieve police aid in a timely manner. California is bankrupt, ask the former residents of paradise city if they are happy that the forestry admin chose to save money by not removing dead trees. Oh and by the way, your paying for all those people to get new homes in Oregon, thanks FEMA!
So does the government have a responsibility to try n stop mass shootings like in vegas? Or school shootings? Maybe not, but if they dont expect that soon the whole country will look like a prison.
I wrote this because Im frustrated that I earn 200.00 oo much money per month to get bitchen free medican and too little to afford health insurance, the clinics I am forced to use are over burdened and instead if help, just a simple 5 min script for basic antidepressants I get to wallow in shit another month or two… not sayin im gonna shoot up anything, and no im not one of those people your sugfesting I am, (and FU very much for that) but I sure can understand the people that do.
If I dont see my life as having any value, if I see no future for myself, why in the hell should I care about your life or your future?
When someone comes on a suicide support site applauding a loser gun freak mass murderer and celebrating “human hunting day” and feeling butt hurt because nobody is taking you on as their personal Helen Keller project so you wish death on innocent people, I think it’s a pretty safe assumption that you are the problem. Try taking a long hard look in the mirror before you point the finger at “society”.
I dont wanna be anyone’s project, I want a script that takes minutes to write, society, the fucking system, says I cant get that script for three or more fucking months. Am I butt hurt that I gotta suffer for months on months needlessly cause society and the bullshit system says I gotta jump through their hoops first?
Hell yes I am. It’s my body, but they control what I can or cant put in it. If you cant see how screwed up that is, how under the right circumstances that could drive just about anybody into a murderous rage, your fucking sheeple. Go read more proust and glorify your noble and artistic suicide bullshit, go write more shitty poetry and watch your justin bieber videos, I dont need you.