Tuesday, March 29, 2005

The hand basket

The political handling of Terri Schindler has come into view as a defining moment in the relentless march toward euthanasia in America. If I were a fervent advocate of "the right to die," I would not be at ease with the legalized murder of Terri Schindler. I say “Terri Schindler” because her so-called husband has forced her into a de facto divorce… either that, or he is a bigamist. Take your pick. Extra-marital affairs are unlawful in Florida, just FYI.

Sometimes, the point in time at which a ventilator should be disengaged is not a clear-cut singular moment, and it is tricky to know if a dearly loved family member should be permitted to depart this life peacefully through choices we make involving their beneficial care, or the lack thereof. This is not such a case in the least.

Terri Schiavo was not going to die, at least not until her so-called husband, his parasitical lawyer, George Felos, and their not at all honorable judicial gangster, Judge Greer, got their demands met and her feeding tube was removed. She was not being kept alive by extraordinary methods. She was not "brain dead" by any characterization of that slick terminology. Her death would be caused not by the termination of medical treatment, but by dehydration and starvation.

From a non-medical standpoint, it was quite obvious that Michael Schiavo had great impetus in his egocentric quest of his wife's premature demise. He stood to collect a considerable fiscal inheritance, and liberty to walk down the aisle with the polluted woman with whom he has carried out a protracted extra-marital affair. He had the cash, until he took the money awarded him to provide for Terri’s therapy and paid his legal team to assure an innocent woman was sentenced to die. What we have here is legally mandated murder. What manner of a woman would covet a man like Michael Schiavo, knowing how unfeeling and despicable he acts toward his suffering in-laws? Doesn’t his common law wife understand that a man who has cheated on his wife has a tendency to do to same thing to the woman who has replaced his wife? Michael Schiavo’s callous antagonism toward his wife's parents shows unmistakably that he is on a vulgar individual drive to terminate Terri Schindler. Her parents, Robert and Mary Schindler, were sincere and forthright, honestly expressing their unrelenting declaration that Terri wanted to live. She lives on, but not for long.

Isn’t it blatantly obvious that, after 12 days without food, she has the will to live? IF she wanted to die, she would have given up and died. Terri Schindler wants to live, and no willful, legal murder of one so innocent will go unpunished. If we stand by and let this happen, we will rue the day that it comes back to haunt us, and I am speaking to America’s future, to anyone who listens.

This is a dangerous and slippery slope we are trampling, on, what, the road to Nazism and the duty to die? I saw a bumper sticker on the rear bumper of a rice burning four-banger today, driven by some Marxist-Leninist wannabe (judging by the rancorously anti-American slogans and hippy-chick pro-United Nations bumper stickers). While she had her cell phone glued to the side of her head in a semi-permanent and likely carcinogenic position, it occurred to me that here was another stooge who doesn’t understand what she is wishing for. After all, the human race has such malevolent avarice and egotistical deficiencies that collectivism is plainly preposterous and idiotic. The flip side, hard work pays off for those who give it their all. This ‘Blame America’ joker wasn’t an American I can be proud of. It seems ironic she had one bumper sticker that seems absolutely fitting, for some reason.

It said: “Where are you taking me, and why am I in this hand basket?”

Gabriel update

A faithful reader asked for more posts about Gabriel, so here it goes. Gabriel was recently the hit of the family Easter celebration. He got passed around all day. Many commented on how much he has grown. He has, in fact, grown a considerable amount since Doug's family saw him last. They saw him shortly after he was born. The Thursday before Easter Gabriel turned two months old. He went to the doctor for a check-up and vaccinations (my poor baby!). Gabriel weighed in at 12 lbs, 12 ozs and measured 23 1/4 inches. Of all the people who held him on Sunday, Gabriel seemed to particularly fall asleep in the arms of Liz, Doug's niece. Liz seemed slightly hurt by this, especially since her sister, Chris, teased that Liz bored Gabriel to sleep. As I told Doug, you should take it as a compliment if a baby falls asleep in your arms. That baby felt safe enough with that he or she fell asleep. I don't know about you, Liz, but the first time I fell in love was the first time a baby fell asleep in my arms.