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Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Intermission: News Wednesday!

It's that time of the week again, and I know you love it. Here are the compelling news stories of the day:

I'm not going to link to a story because its everywhere, but Terry Schaivo's feeding tube stays out because 3 dudes said so. Ok, fine, here's an example of a news story on the subject, from the flagship of our democracy, the New York Times. Registration is required to view the flagship, I'm sorry. So, America's courts once again err of the side of death. If there's a question of whether something is alive or not, the courts will invarably choose not, because they are the arbiters of life and death in our society, apparently. Curse the lawmakers for putting this in their hands. But as I said in my last post, I just can't get worked up over this, even though we're seeing a very loved woman die in slow-motion via state-sponsored neglect. Survival of the Fittest, right? This is so indicative of our society. We turn the other way each year as millions of fetuses have been killed -- why should this be any different. We don't value life, and it gives me tired head.
Of course, the real issue here is the actual condition of Ms. Schaivo -- is she conscious in any real way? If she is, everyone involved in this is guilty of being an accessory to murder. Of course, since they probably don't care or believe in any sort of universal right and wrong, they won't ever realize it. Here's a fun quote from a "news blog" I found on Google,
When the handicapped start mewling about not being killed, my response
is this: can you express yourself? Then write a fucking living will and
go about your lives and leave this man and his wife alone. No one wants
to kill you, this isn't Nazi Germany. You keep talking about how
capable the disabled are, well tell people what kind of care you want
and when to end it. Don't be afraid to share. Don't glom on to this
tragedy like we have a gas chamber waiting for you at the sanitorium
or euthanasia is legal.

Alright, since the font seems to be changed by blogger after pasting this crap in here, I'm ending this post.
Also, word wrap seems to be broken. It is entirely possible that Steve Gilliard's insanity broke my blog.


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