That sinking feeling you get when someone not satisfied with their fifteen minutes shows up on your morning news from NPR as you drive home from work. We just lost the greatest musician of all time. Several of them. In a row. Our electoral process has reached a level of buffoonery that makes us the laughingstock of the developed world. Thousands of people are dying due to a civil war in the middle-east that we helped create. Xenophobia and racism are preventing us from helping those people. Again.
None of that matters this morning, however, because we have the inspiring story of Liza Long, who struggled mightily with the internet four years ago after her attempt to capitalize on a national tragedy for her own gain.
Interesting that after being ignored for a period of time this woman once again finds a way to use her son to get attention. I heard the interview on the way home from work today and it brought back the same flood of emotions I had when I first read the viral “essay” penned by what I can only characterize as a narcissistic windbag. I am glad her son got the help he needed, but since her feelings, her emotions, and her issues are the only things she seems to be interested in, let us discuss those instead.
” ‘I really felt like a failure on that day,’ she says. ‘Here I had this child, he had seen multiple doctors, multiple specialists, numerous medications. Nothing had helped my child, he had been in juvenile detention four times at that point, every time for a behavioral symptom of a brain disease,’ she says…..
Two days later, the news broke out of Newtown.
‘I just put my head on my desk and started to cry,’ Long recalls. ‘I just had this overwhelming sense of empathy for Nancy Lanza. I know at that point people were already blaming her, but instead I could just see in my mind this little boy who probably had needed help.’ ”
Sensitive to faith, not denial
But hey whose on trial?”
In the original essay she wrote
“I am sharing this story because I am Adam Lanza’s mother. I am Dylan Klebold’s and Eric Harris’s mother. I am James Holmes’s mother. I am Jared Loughner’s mother. I am Seung-Hui Cho’s mother. And these boys—and their mothers—need help. In the wake of another horrific national tragedy, it’s easy to talk about guns. But it’s time to talk about mental illness.”
No, you are not. You have no idea.
“It took a life span with no cellmate
To find the long way back”
“I am Adam Lanza’s Mother” pissed me off. At first, it drew me in, as I was a desperate working mother supporting her demented mother, a mentally ill brother, and a aneurotypical child. I have been supporting my family my entire adult life. Mental illness runs deeper in us than coal in the Appalachians. I know mental illness. I know it better than the “anarchist soccer mom” could in her worst nightmares. I am writing in hopes that she realizes she should shut her mouth.
Ms. Long tried to drug, and humiliate, and threaten, her son into submission, because she was too busy blogging, on the blogosphere, to be a parent. When was she planning to bring up her children? Was she going to do it whilst inebriating them with antipsychotics? How then would they understand a word she said in the medication induced fog? Oh wait,
if they did not understand she had them incarcerated.
See, I know about having a child you love arrested. I know about putting them out on the street. This piece elucidates the rationale behind the rhetoric. Long’s whines echo like my own mother’s hyperbole as she shuffles across the floor, bemoaning her life of self-induced oppression, always making the most of any situation, as long as it gets her a sympathetic ear and a way out of actual effort.
“Anarchist soccer mom” – what a wonderful moniker; suggesting that Long actually was just an unemployed housewife trying to score off a national tragedy. She called herself a “Freelance journalist” – code words for unemployed housewife- and it fell to pieces around her as she realized that her very public lamentations were of no use to those of us who have to accept our responsibility for our families. Did she divorce her attorney husband who provided her with the excellent lifestyle she repeatedly bragged about because he found some sweet young trophy to take to parties, or did he leave her because she was a useless piece of detritus?
And this morning I heard that boy, just sixteen years old, with his rehearsed answers, fed to him through the lens of psychiatry and the “right medication,” still being used to garner his mother page clicks. I sincerely hope that young man success in this life. It will start as soon as he gets away from his mother.
My family has guns. They have trigger locks that only I have the keys for in a hard aluminum case that only my husband knows the codes for. We couldn’t even kill each other unless we cooperated.
Instead of furthering the partisan divide, by claiming mass shootings are a “mental health issue” when your son has shot no one, what we should concentrate on is meaningful discourse on how to preserve human rights from a philosophical standpoint as well as our legal rights under the constitution. When viewed through such an impartial lens, many of our disagreements vanish and it is obvious that the Powers That Be will use whatever suits them from both the right and the left to increase their power at the expense of our rights. This is the root of conflict theory, is it not? Those with power will seek to retain control over the disenfranchised.
That is my problem with Liza Long, who claims to be a dead woman shot by her son because she gave a mentally ill person access to firearms and the means to use them. Her position supports the ideas that the mentally ill should be deprived of their rights, to life, to liberty, because momma knows what color pants you are wearing.
“why can’t we look the other way?
Why can’t we just play the other game?
Why can’t we just look the other way?”
Be careful who you align yourselves with. Many of those with a “liberal agenda” are not liberals at all, in that they seek control over my economic freedoms just as those who claim to be conservative seek control over my social freedoms. The most damaging bills passed by Congress were bipartisan responses to national tragedy that eroded constitutional freedoms for all of us.