Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Sinéad O'Connor missed opportunities can never come back.......


Sinead O’Connor Says She’s Suicid, al in Shocking Facebook Video

by Jerome Hudson Breitbart News August 2017

Irish singer Sinead O’Connor claims to be suicidal, suffering from mental illness and living in a motel room in the “arse end of New Jersey” in a video posted to her Facebook page this week.

“I’m all by myself and there’s absolutely nobody in my life except my doctor, my psychiatrist, the sweetest man on earth, who says I’m his hero, and that’s about the only thing keeping me alive at the moment and that’s kind of pathetic,” O’Connor says in the emotional video. “I want everyone to know what it’s like, that’s why I’m making this video.”

“Why are we alone? People who suffer from mental illness are the most vulnerable people on Earth,” the “Nothing Compares 2 U” singer says in a desperate plea on behalf of people who suffer from mental illness. “You’ve got to take care of us. We’re not like everybody.I guess I should have expected this ever since I decided to forgo the healing properties of Trooper Yorks cock in the 1980's. It was an opportunity that has passed and will never come back. The greatest regret of my life. It has finally driven me mad."
“If you have a family member that suffers from mental illness, care for them, tenderness, love, care for them. Visit them in the hospital, don’t dump them in the hospital and bugger off.”
A follow-up Facebook post, published late Monday by someone with access to the singer’s account, said O’Connor is “safe, and she is not suicidal. She is surrounded by love and receiving the best of care.”
It’s not the first time the 50-year-old singer has stoked suicidal fears.
In 2016, O’Connor was reported missing by her son Jake Reynolds. The Grammy-winner was later found at a hotel.


22 comments:

Sixty Grit said...

Based on her description I figured she was living in Delaware.

edutcher said...

This was a girl who was mad at the world because it refused to come up to her standards.

The perfect Lefty, although, unlike a certain ex-President, she did not have the sociopathic gifts to bend people to meet her wishes.

Sad.

Dickin'Bimbos@Home said...

she needs to get out of her head and go help someone.

Sixty Grit said...

Sadly, she is insane, as in clinically fucking nuts. That's why I figured Delaware. I sure wouldn't want her "helping" me or anyone I cared about. She needs to be in the booby hatch. You know, Troop's store.

Trooper York said...

She had her chance.

Why is it that the desperate people all end up in New Jersey?

chickelit said...

You should saved her from a life of despondency, Troop. That night when you had your chance.

chickelit said...

Glen Campbell died. I always figured he was singing about Troop in "Brownstone Cowboy."

Methadras said...

She's fucking mental, not because it's sad, but because she did it to herself. She constructed an entire cabal of notoriety to the edifice of her fame. She ended up becoming so poisonous that no one wanted to deal with her anymore. She thought she was special and that what she was saying and doing was substantive and real. The real turning point was on SNL when she tore the picture of Pope John Paul II live. From there it was all downhill. People stepped away and pretty much told her that she wasn't worth it anymore.

I have no sympathy for her at all. I bid you a fond farewell, Felicia.

Trooper York said...

I wanted to say her with a simple injection.

But alas it was not to be.

Trooper York said...

I prefer to look at it as that night she her chance. And she blew it.

Well actually she didn't.

So to speak.

chickelit said...

Growing a full head of hair might cheer her up. The AIDS victim/Nazi collaborator look is pretty old.

William said...

She really was special. She can bite off the poetry and bitterness in those old ballads and spit out something fresh and new. I have a fair number of her songs on my playlist, and never skip over On Raglan Road or This Is To Mother You. She has a grand talent. I hope she finds her balance someday.......,I've seen recent pictures of her. Her face is ravaged with mental illness. She's in a bad place.

chickelit said...

Why is it that the desperate people all end up in New Jersey?

That's as close as she can afford to live by you while she waits you out.

bagoh20 said...

"she needs to get out of her head and go help someone."

Exactly! People who have the time to pity themselves have too much time. There are people out there far worse off than you, and they need your help. Even if you don't help anyone else, go do something, anything, becuase you are killing yourself right now, and if that's your goal, get on with it. Get busy building an elaborate suicide machine with many moving parts and at least five of those spinner things they sell at every checkout to "relive stress". There has got to be a way to use those things productively in a creative suicide machine. You go, girl!

Alternatively, you could come to my house, do some housework, clean the pool, and make me dinner and drinks. I'll talk to ya, maybe even be your friend. We'll laugh and make fun of Christians, and talk about their obvious mental illness. It'll be fun.

bagoh20 said...

You wanna put your problems in perspective? Go to the local dog shelter (death row) and ask the people there about some of the dogs and their problem. Even starving, in pain, lonely, scared, and parasite infested, they want to live, but they don't have your options.

William said...

There's something about her that engages my sympathies. Her politics are part of her craziness, and I don't hold them against her. It's a low bar, but I don't think her politics are more annoying than those of Madonna, Barbra Streisand,or Katy Perry.......I don't even think it's attention seeking, Self destruction--sometimes incrementally, sometimes in quantum jumps--has always been a motivating factor in her life. She sabotaged her beauty with that stupid hair cut and all those tattoos. She was no more comfortable in her own skin than she is now in a cheap motel. She's no longer beautiful, loved, or popular. Now that the objective correlatives of her life are in balance with her masochism, she can find peace....... Remember Crime and Punishment, I don't think Raskalnikov murdered that old woman to prove himself as daring as Napoleon but rather to make himself more despicable than the old woman. He ended up living in a shack in Siberia with a Jesus freak ex-whore. (Nothing against ex-whores, but a Jesus freak ex whore strikes me as the worst of all possible worlds.) This was a happy ending for Raskalnikov. His masochistic dreams had finally reached fulfillment. In like way, maybe Sinead can achieve peace in that dumpy motel.

Fr Martin Fox said...

She hasn't been a very pleasant person, and she's easy to make fun of, but compassion is in order.

Bi-polar is just terrible.

Trooper York said...

It's the Irish in her Father.

That is what I love....and hate about her.

Because it is in me too.

Trooper York said...

I was talking to a neighborhood guy the other night. He was dating one of my wife's old friends and I had never met him before. He is an ex-cop and a little younger than me but he worked Midtown. He had dated the wife's friend back in the day and was back in the picture after a divorce.

Anyway we started telling stories about the old days. The 1980's and 1990's and they all had something to do with the Irish. The 1980's was the time of the troubles in Belfast. A bunch of donkeys came over to avoid the fighting and I hung out with them and the fine ladies who waitressed in the pubs in NYC back in the day. Good times. Fun times. Sad times.

Sinead reminds me of those days.

chickelit said...

I feel about as much empathy for her as I do for Janis Ian.

I'll shut up now.

Trooper York said...

There is a thin line between love and hate.

Hey!

bagoh20 said...

I've never been depressed much, except in the Pennsylvania winter of 1980. A very bad year for me. I was pretty unhappy earlier this year, as the stress of moving my company and virtually everyone close too me to another state on my dime just wore me down with anxiety, and very long days, and much of it is still with me, becuase the challenge is only half over and still very precarious. Sometimes it just seems hopelessly difficult, I do snap out of it though, and I'm suddenly joyous and confident. That's when I realize it's not real. The depression, the anxiety, the problem is all in your head, but the solution is outside. I find that the depression comes mostly from not moving forward, keeping busy, and having victories, no matter how small. If you are not busy being victorious, and alive, then you will be consumed with failure and death, maybe because we just need to feel something strongly. I've been though this up and down thing so many times that I know exactly whats happening when it is. BUT, it's still very hard to snap out of that low spot. I seem to be able to do it on my own with a lot of effort, but I think most people need help from a friend to pull you out.