Terry Schiavo...

I was talking to someone about the Schiavo case a few months ago, back when it was barely a blip on the radar of the igno-fucking-rant public, and they got all high and mighty on me, and started lording (pun intended) their religion over me. God this and Jesus that and blah-blah-yakety-smackety. At the end of his rant, my rebuttal went something like this:
"Dude, you're a fucking dumb-shit, you know that?"
Seriously. What the fuck? I don't mind religion so much, when it doesn't bug me. If it doesn't fuck with me, I don't fuck with it... but that isn't the case these days. There has been a huge "religious reawakening" in this country of ours, which frightens me. I'm not a big fan of organized religion, although I understand the need that some people have for it. I would prefer spirituality without religion, but seeing as 51% of this country is ignorant enough to vote Bush back into office, I doubt the concept would be understood. Anyway, the religious right (and left) have gotten their various religions (mostly Christianity... one of the most murderous of religions) into the forefront of United States culture, and I, for one, am horrified. The last person I want leading the country in which I live, running my state government, being in ANY position of power is some fucking religious zealot who's going to do what a 2,000+ year old book told him/her blindly, just because it was written by a bunch of nutters who supposedly talked to God or his son. If I came about with an idea like that now, say just popped into the local post-office and said "Hey there, I'd like four dollars worth of stamps, and oh, would you be interested in joining my religion? God spoke to me last night in the form of a burning deciduous shrubbery and told me to go around being a general pain in the ass in his name," they'd call me a looney and lock me away. Anyway, this is turning into a general rant about religion, and I don't want it to be that, so let's get back to the matter at hand:
Remove Terry's feeding tube and see how long she lives.
We've seen she can "live" (if you can call it that) 15+ years with a feeding tube thus far, and a good while longer, I can bet. Pull that feeding tube out and see how long she lasts. That should be a good, natural indicator. Can't feed herself? Whelp, guess that kinda fucks that, doesn't it? Hell, I'll go one up: we'll build a robotic arm to make a sandwich, hold it up to her mouth, and wire her jaw to take a bite of the sandwich. What, she cant chew or swallow? Then WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING KEEPING HER ALIVE? Look... Humans have this thing called "Will for Survival," wherein, I will fight, till I'm knocked unconscious or killed, to keep myself alive. Every human has this. Every last one, you, me, your mom, Rush Limbaugh (if he's human), the Pope, everyone. If I were knocked unconscious, and woke up, and I had lost that "Will for Survival," I have lost me will to live, and am awaiting death to release me from my hell. If you can't fend for yourself, it's alright to have someone else fend for you for a bit, until you can start fending for yourself again... but not for FIFTEEN FUCKING YEARS. C'mon people, what the FUCK is wrong with you? Her parents are truly horrible parents. They will let their little girl "suffer" (although, I'm fairly sure she can't feel or think a damn thing) just so that they don't have to mourn her loss... or because of an infinitesimally small chance that she could recover. (I have a better chance of becoming a hardcore, right-wing Baptist preacher... and that ain't gonna happen.) Come to think of it, Schiavo has a better chance of having a meteor "kill" her in her hospital bed than she has of any recovery. Alright, I'm ranting a bit, but here's my main point:
If you really care about Terry... let her go.
Seriously, if I was in that position... I wouldn't be, because my family or friends would have pulled LS from me as soon as my cerebral cortex melted away. So I don't get why everyone is fighting to keep this woman alive... you don't think her husband cries himself to sleep at night every God-damned day because he can't say goodbye to his brain-dead wife once and for all? My heart goes out to that poor man, and I hope that he can reach an accord with Schaivo's parents before this becomes an overgrown national matter and he gets accused of being a murderer... oh, fuck, that's what's happening now, all because the religious zealots out there can't play with their own nuts like everyone else. Fuck the Republicans, fuck the Democrats, fuck the religious fuckwits, fuck them all... and if you don't agree with me, fuck you too.
On a side note, here's something that P.W. Stark has at the top of his blog, SyrupyPop [Link]:
"Historically, the best way to convert liberals is to have them move out of their parents' home, get a job, and start paying taxes. But if this doesn't work, you might have to actually argue with a liberal." - Ann Coulter
No, the only way to convert a "liberal" into a hating fuck-monger like yourself, Ms. Coulter, is to surround him with callous, heartless, loud-mouthed individuals every day of his life. Every time he falls to his knees and weeps to the cold, indifferent sky, crying out for any sort of justice, cosmic or terrestrial, he will lose a bit of himself. When, finally, all is lost, and no more tears will be shed; when all that is left is the cold, heartless shell of man, a mere shadow of humanity; when the blood in his veins has cooled to steel, and his brain filled with inexplicable explanations for the horrendous suffering of the world, the transition is complete. When you have finally snuffed out the flame of independent thought, and reasoning as a solution, you have won. You may have your victory, and claim your lifeless spoils, for they are no longer alive... they simply exist.
I hate Democrats and I hate Republicans... neither has the fire... they both simply exist. Disagree with me? Grow a pair and leave a comment. Have a nice day.
3 Comments:
There's only one problem I find with your post:
You spelled "man" as "mann" about two thirds through.
Other than that, you're spot on.
You also said "loose" and not "lose".
Actually, you can tell I was quite angry while writing this peice, as it is rife with spelling errors. I count upwards of five, which makes me shudder. They will be corrected. No comments about the substance of the story though, eh anonymous?
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