Harper and the
Harpocrite Ideologues Don’t!
Harper
is appealing the Gloria Taylor Euthanasia decision to the Supreme Court and
that is stupid and obstructive because I want more freedom than that to decide
when my life ends. I don’t want my eligibility to end my life subject to a
bunch of pointless regulations that only allow it in case of pain and suffering
and a doctor’s consent. What nobody seems to point out is that the mental pain
of loneliness, isolation and depression because of the loss of self image and
perceived worth can be more painful than physical pain. Mental competency and
the ability to express the wish to die are all that should be necessary is to
demand a little white pill to end it all.
I
take a look at the future possible for every 60 year old in the next 40 tears
and it’s scary
It
looks like we’re going to be looking at a life span of 100 years and getting
there is going to be no fun. Just having enough money after retirement to
maintain a survival level of living is going to be a real problem. Finding
shelter given the lack of enough long term care facilities to handle the coming
herd of old fogies the Boomers are turning into, is going to be another. Nobody
is preparing for that
If
you are 60 years old or better, or even 50, take a look at all the good things
that are around you that make your life worth living. You are going to lose
them all over the next decades. The worst future I can imagine for myself is to
be 95, incapable of caring for myself, bed bound, dependant on strangers for my
daily survival and widely aware and awake. You suddenly begin to think about
your own worth and what the purpose in your life is and realize there is none.
At this point any connection to anyone who has any idea of who you are, or were:
what you’ve done or failed to accomplish. is gone. You are simply an expense
because you are completely unable to contribute anything and the money spent
keeping you in that lousy captive existence could be better spent trying to
handle the flood of Alzheimer’s patients who will need caring for.
When
I reach the point and decide to die I simply want to express the wish and be
able to accomplish it. I don’t want to commit suicide and I don’t want anyone responsible
for my death. All they need is the firing squad method. Six pills, 2 lethal:
give them to six people; choose random pairs and have one a pair of gibe me my
sleeping pills three nights in a row. I will never know when I got it and no
one can be held responsible. That is the point. I will have achieved my
objective of a surprise departure in a peaceful, painless dignified manner.
It
happens: You Croak!!
Regardless
of your faith, or lack of it, we all will now find out if God and Heaven exist.
You either wake up to golden lights
and the Heavenly Choir singing Gloria, Gloria, In Excelsis Deo, or
you don’t wake up. One thing certain is: either way, you won’t be bothered by the
result.
We’re
all going to Peace, calm and quiet, so help push the Right to Die to the
maximum.
What
do you think about the whole darn thing? Pro or con let me know! Make an
anonymous comment if necessary or e-mail me. I never reveal identities and you
can be sure I will honour that pledge.
Hoping
you’ve got food for thought,
Ruminate
well
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