As you all know by now, the world lost Robin Williams, one of the most versatile, funny men in the entertainment industry. A man with more great movies under his belt than any other I can name. He was a legend, one I grew up with. The Birdcage and Mrs. Doubtfire are two of my favorite comedies of all time and Aladdin was my all-time favorite, most-sung Disney movie as a grade schooler. That’s one of the two questions people seem to be answering on their own when confronting the loss of such an icon…. Their favorite work of his, and then their thoughts in general on suicide.
Many celebrities have weighed in, most leaning heavily toward one side or the other. On one end, we have people who believe suicide to be the ultimate selfish act, and on the other, those who feel that it’s not a choice at all, but an act so desperate it’s committed without thought.
No, I don’t get along with anybody who’s a drug addict and has a dark cloud over their head and sees themselves as a victim. Drug addicts and alcoholics are always: “The world is a harsh place.” My mother was in a concentration camp in Nazi Germany. I don’t want to hear fuck all about “the world as a harsh place.” She gets up every day, smells the roses and loves life. And for a putz, 20-year-old kid to say, “I’m depressed, I live in Seattle.” Fuck you, then kill yourself.
I never understand, because I always call them on their bluff. I’m the guy who says ‘Jump!’ when there’s a guy on top of a building who says, “That’s it, I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to jump.”
Are you kidding? Why are you announcing it? Shut the fuck up, have some dignity and jump! You’ve got the crowd.