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Sorry to learn of his passing.
Rest in peace, Mr. Sleight. Thanks for adding color to South Oregon's culture.
Rest in peace, Mr. Sleight. Thanks for adding color to South Oregon's culture.
Inactive Stone-Man-Warrior / Kelly Karl Sleight / America05906759 / socioterrific / StoneMa75807331 - Oregon schizophrenic who claimed to have killed multiple governors and the Pope, got attacked by child soldiers and lions daily, dead from rotting leg
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Just had a read through. Mad bastard, and that leg was gnarly. I had a staph infection in my knee (not poison luckily) and even in that early stage the pain was unreasonable. How that dude managed to cope I have no idea.
RIP you crazy warrior.
RIP you crazy warrior.
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The problem is every aspect of every system has failed these people since antquity.
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If these people absolutely refuse to take necessary medications and seek necessary treatment, what can be done?
Serious question, what do you propose should be done?
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Something. Even if we don't know what should be done, we should keep trying. The medications can allegedly (from the patient's perspective) be worse than just living with schizophrenia. There isn't really a lot of excellent treatment, it's expensive, and these people aren't in the right state of mind. There's a fine line between mentally ill people who opt out of getting help, and mentally ill people who are too sick to seek it out or understand the importance. Schizos aren't the same as women who refuse to take their SSRIs due to the weight gain and then whine about being depressed.
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Not like being completely detached from reality and living deep on freakish delusions can lead to anything good without qualified professional help.
Still, rest in peace, old man!
Peter Piper
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In highly generalized terms: of people that are diagnosed with schizophrenia spectrum disorders, 1/3 become well to semi-functional, 1/3 become drug zombies that are somewhat manageable and the last 1/3 are completely lost like our fallen hero, Stone Man. At least that's what the shrinks I know tell me.
RIP
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Absolutely. Mentally ill people have been treated like garbage throughout history. It's a form of discrimination many people aren't aware of but is very real. It's a very ugly rabbit hole to learn about.
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Semper Fi Big Man.
He's with Fed and Terry now.
I'll be raising my glass to the mad bastard tonight.
He's with Fed and Terry now.
I'll be raising my glass to the mad bastard tonight.
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RIP Stoneman
There are no terror agents where you've gone
There are no terror agents where you've gone
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Stone man's fate is not something I would wish on my worst enemy. Rotting to death in slow agonizing pain, knowing you need help and medical treatment but your brain is so broken it's convinced you that no one can help because they're all part of a force that exists to try and kill you. You cannot reach out to anyone because you believe your family and loved ones are dead and replaced by imposters who work against you. Every bird chirp and loud noise you hear strengthens your delusions, except for music apparently.
So you rot alone, rambling on Tumblr of all places, detailing your degradation and lunacy.
Scared, in pain, and confused. He really was a stone man, I can't imagine how anyone could live through that kind of pain.
I wonder why his brain allowed him to go shopping at Walmart and conjure up elaborate battle scenarios that he could survive, but was unable to use that delusional logic to endure a hospital visit.
Some good kiwis in this thread, it's really a shame that nothing could be done and the system in place prevented him from getting the treatment he needed.
So you rot alone, rambling on Tumblr of all places, detailing your degradation and lunacy.
Scared, in pain, and confused. He really was a stone man, I can't imagine how anyone could live through that kind of pain.
I wonder why his brain allowed him to go shopping at Walmart and conjure up elaborate battle scenarios that he could survive, but was unable to use that delusional logic to endure a hospital visit.
Some good kiwis in this thread, it's really a shame that nothing could be done and the system in place prevented him from getting the treatment he needed.
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This guy stacked bodies on the daily. In his house, at the park. Even besting the forces of David Gilmour in combat.
wow
Shine on! You crazy diamond.
wow
Shine on! You crazy diamond.
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There was probably a tiny piece of sanity making its way through the madness that allowed him to go there. Unfortunately the paranoia was always the dominant force and there wasn’t any chance of lucidity without medication.
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To honor his memory, I'm gonna periodically post some of the more interesting terror reports from the years before we started chronicling him here. In this one, he talks about blowing up his neighbors, killing former British PM Theresa May, and his desire to destroy the rest of the British government. KF will not let me link the archive, but it's here: https://archive.is/vuzGP
October 29, 2019: 5:27 pm:Two more dead terror soldiers as of twenty minutes ago.I ventured out in daylight, against my better judgment, but went any way. I checked the mail. The same conditions exist as did when I decided to stop taking short walks like that about three or four months ago, it had simply become too dangerous to take a walk to the end of my driveway. Mike Pence and his team of terror bastards must have brought with them a bunch of those pixel suit electronic camouflage. I have encountered at least two terrorists wearing them everyday since the UPS truck episode a week ago. So, just a few minutes ago, there was one of them laying on the ground on my driveway waiting for me to take a walk. Just laying in the middle of the driveway. I could only see the assassins head. I lit my lighter, and the assassin launched away. As soon as I stepped out onto the road, to go to the mailboxes, Karen Lyter of 329 “MyStreet” drove up real slow, less than one mile per hour, and stopped by my driveway as I was at the mailbox area. Someone from Chartrand’s was directly behind her and went to that address at 376. I lit my lighter, she burst inside of her white Dodge Caravan. Someone at the Bell terror cell at 445 “MyStreet” announced loud enough that I could hear them say “Karen Burst!, switch to remote” The white van was just sitting still for a short time. Then, the van turned around, and went up the hill towards Sparacino and Crowel terror cells. Many of the “Scout” vehicles are fitted with remote control. It serves many purposes and is easy and inexpensive to convert a “Cruise Control” equipped vehicle into a Remote Control vehicle. The van left under remote control from the Bell terror cell at 445. I walked towards Chartrand’s at 376, stopped and looked around, and listened mostly, then returned home. Before doing so, I saw a deer laying in the woods, it looked sick or gassed, and not moving. They usually acknowledge that I am there in someway, but that deer did not budge. So, I said to the deer “YO!“, and the deer looked at me. That’s when Clyde Baum terror cell at 333 thought he heard that assassin that was in the driveway say “Go!”, but what he heard was the implant in my jaw connecting to his communication device. I said “Yo!”, Clyde heard “Go!” and he came down the road expecting to go into my driveway. He and hos passenger were surprised to see me standing at the side of the roadway. Someone driving Freeberg’s car also heard “Go!” when I said “Yo!” and that car came down the road at the same time as Clyde had turned around and began going back to his terror cell at 333. Freeberg must have been on Russel road someplace, most likely at the “Sunflower” terror cell just North of the “Strong” terror cell. They were all disappointed to learn that their assassins had launched and burst, and had a pow-wow in the road with their cars parked. Just before Clyde came down the road, a service truck and trailer came fast from the Crowel/Sparacino area up the road. They were taking Karen Lyter to the hospital, and were most likely the people who were there laying in my driveway. That service truck consisted of a full size flat bed contractors truck with a trailer in tow that had a Bobcat earth moving machine on the trailer. There was an emblem on the side door of the truck that said “Ground (????) in green lettering”. I did not see it well enough to catch the second word. That truck was moving at about thirty-five miles per hour. “MyStreet” is a dead end road, there are only seventeen or eighteen addresses on the road, yet when I take a walk, that is when a whole bunch of neighbors decide they need to go to the mail boxes right then. The mailboxes for all of the houses are in front of my house. It’s not a coincidence that so many neighbors feel they need to check their mail when I take a walk, they are all terrorists, and are all trying to kill me and have been for more than a decade. I forgot to mention Theresa May. Someone wearing the pixel suit camouflage claiming to be Theresa May, came into my house last night before I encountered that terror soldier that launched into the creek. I fought Theresa May at the Walmart about two or three weeks ago, I thought she was dead, having been run through with the sword she swung at me there. She said she had brought me a mouse for the computer to help me while I take this Tumblr account down. I said to her, once O saw her actually hand me a mouse for a computer, from a nearly invisible person claiming to be Theresa May, I said: “I thought I already killed you at the Walmart, how many fucking times do I need to kill you, you terrorist bitch?” She replied, with a sword, and said: “I heeled”. I took the sword and ran the bitch through again with it. She left, and I saw her laying by my car later on after I wrote about the one that thought I was Bruce Freeberg. Dead Motherfuckers are everywhere, I cannot get away from them, and no one will help to stop the killing. More about Karen Lyter’s white Dodge Caravan: On top of the van was a person wearing the invisible Pixel Suit camouflage. I remember now. There was something on the roof, it was not strapped down. What I saw was an assassin on the roof, with Stephen Bell’s “Turbo” Gun". The Turbo Gun is an automotive exhaust system, eight feet long or thereabout, complete with the curve part that goes around the rear axle and a “Turbo Brand” muffler. The exhaust system has a Garand sniper rifle inside and part of and attached to the exhaust system such that the noisy part of the rifle is inside of the Turbo muffler. The terror assassin was riding on top of Karen Lyter’s car as she approached me at the mailboxes. It all makes it look so innocent, and like the driver of the car lost the exhaust and is just carrying it back home. The terror assassin was a sniper today. I have written much about the Turbo Gun here on this account. The gun once belonged to Travis Sommers, who used to live at 376. His family suffered the same as my family has, he was constantly attacked at his home too. They finally hit his wife in the head so hard that she suffered brain damage. Travis agreed to go along with the terror coup after that, and the terrorists stole his children. I killed Travis when he attacked me at the Diamond Home Improvement store. So, that’s what happened. The Turbo Gun, with Chartrand, Karen Lyter, the people with the Ground Crew maintenance truck, or whatever it said, and the Bell terror cell all involved today. It’s notable that a Brexit vote today, in wake of Theresa May’s failed assassination attempt included the word “Unlock”, followed by a sniper in Oregon. Butterfly Effect. There are butterfly tweets today too, on Twitter. I am going to guess that there is a “Caterpillar” theme going on at Twitter someplace. I need to look for it. I have played this game before. It never works out well for the assassins, and won’t this time either. We need to bomb Number Ten Downing Street ASAP. Destroy it. Do that now. While they are busy cleaning Johnson and Barcow’s guts from the street, we need to hunt down, and capture every last House of Lords member. Bring them to me in groups of ten. |
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Pissed that it was this poor guy instead of someone like Lou Gagliardi and his fucking mess of a foot. At least his suffering is at an end.
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Anyone have a tl;dr handy of the the attempts Kiwis made to help this late mentally ill man?
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Unpopular opinion in todays world, but I think we should go back to where we simply round them up and put them in an asylym for a while, with or without their consent.
For sure, there will be abuse, there was plenty of abuse in the past when we did this.
But, a whole bunch of these folks will get the medication they need, have their issues brought under control, and can be released back as mostly normally functioning individuals.
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I'm not saying anything can be done. Every approach through history largely fails. There really is no kind compasionate approach that works or works for long.
heavycream
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Rest in peace. Definitely one of the most horrific ways to die: alone, in agony and utter terror.
Poor guy.
Poor guy.
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Kiwis contacted family, emergency services, and the sheriff's department. An officer showed up at his house with an ambulance but he insisted they were to kidnap and murder him so refused treatment. He was encouraged to go to an urgent care but because they didn't have the advanced imaging services on sight needed to treat him they told him to go to the ER. He refused as they did have imaging equipment at the urgent care (Just not what was necessary to treat him) so of course he believed it to be a trap and he was looking for antibiotic pills(which wouldn't have helped anyway) and since he didn't get what he wanted he didn't go anywhere else coupled with what I'd imagine was immense horrible pain in his legs so walking anywhere, even to his door must have been excruciating. Some medical services called his phone, but of course he wasn't going to reply to that.
Since he refused treatment nothing could be done.
Speculation;
I'd be willing to bet that when the sheriff arrived at his house he was wearing long jeans so they probably didn't even see how bad his leg was. Not that they could do anything if they did. I just feel very sad for stone bro, he went out in terribly sad way.