On Euthanasia and protecting the Right To Die
I cannot believe that they are still fighting over the drawn-out fate of Ms Terri Schiavo; the pitiful lady who was left in a tragic vegetative state after her heart stopped more than 10 years ago. From the look of things, this one lady has evolved from that of a mere medical oddity to that of a symbolic polarization between schools of thoughts and policies. People are invoking her name as a manifestation of their self-deluded righteousness, elevating their morality by climbing on the potency of her name and utilizing her fate as a tool to be brandished against proponents of opposing faiths.
If you look at this from another point of view; her parents' vehement objections to the removal of her feeding tube (thus ending her life..doh) is an act of intense and undiluted selfishness. They know of her condition, they are aware of the impossibility of rehabilitation or rebirth, but they hold on to the lingering hope that their daughter might rise from the ashes of their prayers like a phoenix and back into their life to mend the hurts and longings. Well. Fuck you two old bastards. For fear of facing their own pain, for a false hope of fulfilling their personal desires, for wishing for a miracle to descend upon them like a shroud of god's grace and invisible intent, for being acutely blind to the pain and indignity their flesh and blood is going through, for being wilful just to ensure other's beliefs will not supersede theirs, I say fuck you.
Her husband's motive is by and large, out of the whole picture. It doesn't matter if hes doing it to get out of a deadlocked marriage, it doesn't matter if hes doing it just to get a kick out of having power over someone's life. (fictional assumptions yah) The only thing that truly matters is that he is exercising his wife's pre-vegetative wishes, and standing steadfast against the onslaught of the will of a world that claims and parades itself to be pro-human.
The thing is; with all degrees of separation, you will undoubtedly feel hurt, pain, anguish, sorrow, devastation and all that in between. We are only humans; puny, breakable ones at that. A loved one's passing is not to be mocked nor lessened by circumstance, and one can empathise with the heart wrenching sorrow the elderly couple must be going through. But enough is enough. There is a time to persist, and a time to let go; the greater love is right there, knocking by the locked gates to their shrivelled hearts but they would not listen to reason. They must have their way, they will not have their sovereignty over their daughter's destiny usurped by the greater love, they cannot find in themselves, the courage to accept the pain and release their loved one from the bondage and shackles of a living purgatory.
The president oh-so-magnanimously cuts short his idyllic ranch vacation to return to congress to pass a bill to "protect her right to live." Now isn't that some spiffy publicity; the king of the world takes some precious holidaying time off to attend to the rights of his mortal peons, making sure that the half-life of the most publicised one is furnished, whilst sending nameless ones off to die.
Well fuck them all bitches who proclaims that life is to be treasured and honoured; god damn hypocrites advocate the reverence of life whilst being dirt blind to the duality of death. You know nothing of life till you have some respect for death. Or come to think of it, choice too.Fuck that. There is no use in just protecting the right to live, we must protect the right to die as well.
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