Tag: Tim Murphy

Jim Geraghty of National Review and Greg Corombos of Radio America welcome research from a liberal expert showing that no policy pushed by gun control advocates would likely stop previous or future mass shootings and that focusing on people instead of weapons is likely a better approach.  They also slam Republican Pennsylvania Rep. Tim Murphy for posing as pro-life while encouraging his supposedly pregnant mistress to get an abortion and urge him to leave office as soon as possible.  And they react to Mike Pence’s chief of staff suggesting it was time for a purge of Republicans who aren’t sufficiently loyal to Pence and President Trump.

Can’t We Just Leave It at Gwyneth Paltrow Really Is Evil?

 

Thursday’s “Daily Shot” made me happy about one thing — finally there is proof that Gwyneth Paltrow really is pure evil! Sure, the source of that information was a man who was hell-bent on destroying a monument of the Ten Commandments on public land, but still. It’s something, right?

Ok, maybe not, and if Paltrow finally was relegated to complete irrelevance, that would mean the death of a cottage industry that exists to debunk all the crazy things she tells her followers to do to themselves. I guess I will stick with siding with capitalism on this one.

But, the sad case of the man who actually did knock down that monument is the real reason for this writing, so on to the story from our own folks:

Insanity and Guilt, Revisited

 
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Rep. Tim Murphy

In May 2014, I wrote about a personal encounter with serious mental illness. At the time, there was some hope regarding the issue: Rep. Tim Murphy (R-PA), a practicing psychologist, had recently introduced a humane bill to reform our dysfunctional national mental health system. Murphy had worked tirelessly for over a year to research and craft the bill, and had secured bipartisan support. Unfortunately, I wrote at the time, the Democratic Party’s leadership was trying to scuttle the bill out of crass political opportunism.

Helping the Families of the Mentally Ill

 

On June 4, Representative Tim Murphy (R., PA) re-introduced the Helping Families In Mental Health Crisis Act. He has been trying to get the bill passed since December 2013. It has received significant bipartisan support, and now has 77 Republican and 38 Democrat co-sponsors. My representative Frank Guinta (R., NH) is a co-sponsor. Last month, my wife traveled to Washington, D.C., with E. Fuller Torrey’s Treatment Advocacy Center to lobby for it.

I knew something was wrong when my wife started shaking uncontrollably. “We told you this would happen!” she managed to say into the phone, her voice breaking. It was a few years ago, in late in November. A state social worker had just called her to inform her that her brother had stopped taking his medication for schizophrenia. He had disappeared. No one had any idea where he was.

Insanity and Guilt

 

When I was an undergraduate, I took my meals at Yale’s “kosher kitchen” in a basement on the periphery of campus. Dinners were popular, but lunch was… intimate. Depending on the day of the week, lunch could be a gathering of a dozen, or just three or four. One semester during my sophomore year, I got to know a third-year law student named Michael. Our schedules overlapped on one of those weekdays when lunch was sparsely attended. Michael was a little older than most law students, and his gravitas was enhanced by his quiet confidence and his full beard. But there was also something else about Michael. It was a kind of heroic intensity, similar to the vibe I get from ex-military guys.

Over the course of the semester, I learned a little of Michael’s story. He had some condition that caused periodic blindness. The law school provided him a reader, when necessary, to read textbooks aloud to him. Fortunately, Michael had a remarkable memory and could recall all the material. Michael was well-informed, intelligent, and reasonable. He had seen something of the world between his undergraduate days and law school, and was an engaging conversationalist. He was someone I often turned to for advice.