Below is an ancestry report on the Jack Schitt family genealogy. Sadly, I think we are related
to this family in too many ways, shapes, and forms, possibly even genetically.
— William Donnelly – 2025
My name is Jason, and people often tell me I don't know Jack Shit.
They would be wrong.
I know Jack Schitt — I'm his 4th cousin on my mother's side. What follows is an ancestry genealogy report I found written by someone in the Schitt families, which I (Jason) have updated with my own research and editing.
Who Is Jack Schitt???
For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt? We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt!' Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way.
Going back to the late 1800's, Jack Schitt is the son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married O. Krappe, who was then known as O. Schitt. They became sole owners of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc. when Schitt's partner, Proctology Needeep, Esq., sold out to them. They resided in Upper Schitt's Creek, Kentucky. (it is rumored Awe Schitt emigrated from Germany, so more research needs to be done) Note that their fortunes were lost along the way by their son, JJ, who apparently didn't know Jack Shit about the Schitt family business.
(As these things go, another Rabbit Hole would be the Krappe family, including father Takeah Krappe, mother Cutda Krappe, sister Fullo Krappe, and brothers Eet Krappe, Pileoh Krappe, and Holy Krappe (the latter, a minister, who officiated the Krappe-Schitt and Krappe-Shoote weddings), among many others; families tend to be large in the greater "Okie" area)
Awe and Oopsy Daisy had two sons, Jack Schitt (here), and Loose Schitt, another branch of the Schitt family. (there is also rumored to be another child, Oh Schitt, possibly adopted, who might have run away from home and become something of a Wayward Son, perhaps seeking Adventures, or Fortune, or Circus work – additional research pending)
I won't go much into that other branch, but suffice to say Loose Schitt married Goode Grief, who then became known as Goode Schitt. One day I'll expand on that side of the family. There are apparently some very interesting and humorous stories about one of their children, Crocka Schitt, who, funny enough, married into the Giggles family. The Schitts and Giggles are truly a fascinating bunch.
At least one of their children died at a relatively young age, Tokkin Schitt. And another, Taken Schitt, who suffered from severe depression, committed the suicide. But it's not all sad stories.
Their son, Dr. Bartholomew 'Bat' Schitt, the first one in the early greater Schitt family to graduate from University (barely), became a Doctor of Psychiatry. Unfortunately, he apparently later enjoyed delving too much into the personal uses of his practice pharmacology, and eventually, Bat Schitt went Crazy, was institutionalized, contracted Amoebic Dysentery, and literally shit himself to death. In retrospect, I suppose all lives end in tragedy, one way or another.
Again, I haven't looked that much into this branch of the family, but, somewhere down the line, their name was changed to "Schitts", starting with Tou Schitts. There's probably an interesting story there, as well.
ANYWAY, Jack Schitt married Noe Duh, who then became Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple produced seven children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, Lotta Shit, and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt.
Holie Schitt, their first child, died shortly after childbirth. I have a photo of her sad little gravestone, located in the Schitt Family Cemetery in Boonducks, KY.
Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married Dum Schitt Shoote, an Nth cousin, and a high school dropout. (known by his friends as Schitty — You know Kentucky – they were most probably all incestuously related somewhere down the line....)
After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced.
Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock.
Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Stink, who was then known as Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt. He joined the military but was later given a Dishonorable Discharge for Cowardice in the Face of the Enemy.
Two of the other seven children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood, and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials. The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg Schitt, Byrd Schitt, Horace Schitt, and Cowl Schitt, who worked the family farm well into the mid-1900s.
(an interesting anecdote about Giva Schitt's marriage, was that she apparently had a beau who she threw off, Gawd Damn, who was still in love with her, and who, at her marriage, when the preacher asked, 'If there is anyone present who knows a reason why these couples should not be joined together, speak now, or forever hold your peace', jumped up and yelled, "Don't Giva Schitt!" He was quickly subdued by the groom's family members, which is probably a good thing, since Giva Schitt's middle name was Fukkin — although, six of one, a half dozen of another....)
Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He eventually returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt. Before long they had a son, Haught Schitt, verified with a Birth Notice in the paper announcing the birth of Baby Schitt. He became an actor and, along with his parents, ran The Traveling Schitt Show. Haught Shit had a first son, Tuff Shit, who became a Welter Weight Boxer. He had a second son, Shootda Schitt, who became a Sheriff and died 'out West' in a bank robbery gunfight. He was apparently well known to be a creative Confabulist, although none of his stories made it to print and are lost to time.
So that about covers it to date. All I have so far. Like I said, there is more ancestry research to be done.
Anyway, now, when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt,' you can correct them.
– Jason Shinola
February 2025
(The above is from a fairly well known Internet meme story, authorship unknown, of which there are many variations, which I enhanced quite a bit and made arguably better. – William Donnelly circa February 2025 — Portions Copyright (c) 2025)
(A story discovered in the Schitt Family Archives — an excerpt, the faded final entry from an old, tattered, hand-written, blood-stained diary — there is no notational provenance or noted authorship — however....)
This is a true story. The events depicted in this story took place in the African outback jungle near Timbuktu, what some refer to as Deepest Darkest Africa, in the late 1800s. At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed. Out of respect for the dead, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred.
In 1883, four white American "Christian" missionaries, Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, and their young unnamed and unknown Valet, became separated from their caravan by a huge storm, and, hopelessly lost, were traveling through the African jungle, when suddenly they were surrounded by natives. The natives tied them up, gagged them, and marched them back to their tribal camp.
They were brought before the King, who summoned all of his tribe – men, women, and children – to watch the much-anticipated spectacle, his warriors taking a place of honor in the front of the group.
The missionary men were not allowed to speak or plead their case. Unlucky for the missionaries, this was a very violent tribe who did not take kindly to the attempts of missionaries to convert them to their Christian religion, as so many had tried before. The men realized they were in dire straights, and their lives hung in the balance of their actions and decisions.
The King first addressed the young Valet. "You shall be spared and may leave unharmed after the Cleansing, to inform your kind of what will happen to them if they darken our lands again. Watch, observe, and then you shall go with these young warriors in training and experience youthful Ooga Booga. Then, RUN!" At which point several teen boys and young men of varying ages, each sporting a big, shit-eating grin, surrounded the Valet and held him just so.
The King then addressed the four men: "You have two choices. Death, or Ooga Booga." He pointed to the first missionary, whose gag was removed, and said, "Make your choice now."
The first missionary replied, "I don't know what Ooga Booga is, but I don't want to die. So I choose Ooga Booga."
So the King turned to his cadre of fifty warriors and said, "Bring forth the First of my warriors." Five mighty warriors stepped forward. The King raised his hands to the sky, pointed to the missionary man, and ordered, "Ooga Booga!"
Whereupon, the five warriors attacked the missionary man and repeatedly sexually assaulted every orifice of his body in a massive gang rape.
When they were spent and exhausted, the first missionary lay in a fetal position, shaking, bloody, weeping and moaning, his eyes rolling back in his head in near-insanity.
The other three missionaries were beyond horrified, literally quaking in their boots.
Then the King pointed to the second missionary, whose gag was removed, and said, "You have two choices. Death, or Ooga Booga. Make your choice now."
The second missionary replied, "My God! Ooga Booga is horrific, but anything is better than death. I also choose Ooga Booga."
So the King turned to his tribe of remaining warriors and said, "Bring forth the Second of my warriors." Fifteen warriors stepped forward. The King raised his hands to the sky, pointed to the missionary man, and ordered, "Ooga Booga!"
At this point, the warriors were in a heightened state of frenzy, their lustful desires burning behind their eyes, their bodies shivering in orgiastic anticipation. So the fifteen warriors viciously attacked the missionary man, beating him as they repeatedly sexually assaulted every orifice of his body in a massive gang rape that lasted twice as long and thrice as violent as the first. His agonizing screams were heard echoing across the jungle.
When they were through, the second missionary lay in a ravaged heap — bloody, broken, half-conscious, his unintelligible begging for death as release from his agony barely audible through his sobbing, exclaiming that he made a big mistake.
Barely able to move, in a final act of extreme desperation, the poor man lunged at the closest warrior guard, grabbed his long, sharp knife from its sheath, plunged it into the first missionary's heart to relieve his suffering, and, cursing God, viciously slit his own throat. This caused a cascade of gurgling, sputtering, spurting, crimson lifeblood in a fountain that soaked the ground and splattered everyone within near vicinity, the missionary man convulsing spasmodically on the ground until he finally lay still and quiet.
The last two missionaries were horror-stricken and terrified, had pissed themselves, and were wide-eyed, retching, struggling to get free, attempting to scream through their gags. When the King, nonplussed by these recent developments, turned to them, they both froze like stone cold statues, paralyzed with fear.
The King pointed to the third missionary, whose gag was removed, and, before he could say anything, the man's eyes rolled back in his head, and he stroked out and keeled over from multiple brain aneurysms and a massive heart attack, also convulsing spasmodically, finally laying still in a grotesque rictus, eyes bulging, staring into the Void, literally Scared to Death.
The King looked at the dead man for a few moments, then shrugged and pointed to the last missionary, whose gag was removed, and said, "You have two choices. Death, or Ooga Booga. Make your choice now."
The fourth missionary, who was so terror-stricken by what they did to the first and second men, and what happened to them and the third man, and who had now doubly soiled himself, screamed, "Oh, SHIT! Oh, my dear God!! I prefer death to all THAT!!!"
The King asked, "You prefer death?"
And the last man, barely understandable through his defeated blubbering, said, "Yes. Please! Death!!"
So the King turned to his tribe of remaining warriors and said, "Bring forth the rest of my warriors." The remaining thirty warriors stepped forward, barely able to contain themselves.
The King thought for a moment and made his decision.
As before, the King raised his hands to the sky,
pointed to the missionary man, and ordered,
"Death! — By Ooga Booga!!"
(The above is from a fairly well known Internet meme story, authorship unknown, of which there are many variations, which I enhanced quite a bit and made arguably better. It has also, here, been attached to the Schitt Family Story. – William Donnelly circa April 2025 — Portions Copyright (c) 2025)