Monday, October 12, 2009
Sometimes I regret saying some of the things I say. This photo essay tossing darts at Frank Vandenbroucke is a pretty good example of that. Vandenbroucke's death marks the passing of a guy who was pretty seriously mentally ill, in my amateur opinion. I've come around to that view on further reflection. He wasn't just somebody with an addiction, which would have been solely his responsibility at some level, but a guy who, from the sounds of it was damaged goods. The many addictions and, well, utterly insane behaviors, betrayed the existence of a serious underlying mental infirmity. It was cheap of me to score laughs with it. Pity and empathy are human emotions and sometimes they are not only more appropriate than ridicule, but the only appropriate response. I missed the bus on that. Sorry Frank. Requiescat in pace.