free speech isn't very free

my ravings on poopy have gotten me into trouble.  i had 2 people here this morning from a home care company, telling me that i was suicidal and that they had to act accordingly.  they told me that they would get the sherriff involved, and he would forcibly take me to the local hospital.  these two people were staff of this hospital.  but i don't think there's a conspiracy, only among the two women.

these rants are just that.  rants.  rants about a subject matter that should be discussed.  openly or not at all.  there should be open discussions about suicide and every aspect of the event.  that's what i'm trying to do here.  provoke discussion about a subject that continues to draw criticism against the right to die.  there must be assisted suicide laws that enable one to end his/her own life.  laws that protect all involved.

getting into character is something held dear by most method actors.  i thought i was doing a pretty good job.  i dunno, maybe not.  how do you feel?  i'll have to get some mail on the subject before i turn any corners.  otherwise i'll just let it all hang out, shall we say.  whether or not i commit suicide shouldn't be the issue.  i've always maintained that i would die by my own hand. that's been a solid belief of mine for over 20 years.

my words should not be grounds to put me in a locked room.  period.  no two ways about it.  my words should be taken as a whole, and not cherry picked, because there's so many different ways of interpreting my words when not taken as a whole.  it would be pretty hard to listen to my story and not feel something.  this is all part of the Q experience.  my diaries are the essence of Q.  i may not get it ivy, but it blooms nonetheless.