Adam’s Blog – While You Were Sleeping
Looking for info on Brandi Swindell took me to this blog. He writes:
Terri Schaivo is seriously disabled and may never recover fully yet she is a living, breathing human being. She is not terminally ill. In a few days, as things stand now, she will die a death hundreds of times longer than most serial killers for the simple reason that she’s inconvenient. Perhaps, this shouldn’t shock us, after all we’ve killed 40 million unborn children for the same reason. She’ll die most of all, because a lot of people simply don’t care and they should.
Yes, it sure is inconvenient if a woman gets raped. She should have to have that baby, it’s not the baby’s fault daddy was a rapist. Do go on…
If you can have no compassion for Terri, weep for yourselves, for what you will see with your own eyes. The value of Human Life is going to sink like a rock. There are a lot of people who are quite inconvenient for society. We spend billions upon billions of dollars in personal, taxpayer, and charitable funds on helping those who have Alzheimer’s, AIDS, Cancer, and various other incurable diseases. Why care for the mentally retarded, the baby with Down’s syndrome, or the crack baby? At what point does the lack of hope for a good life give us the right to starve someone to death? This will be the question.
OK, wacko, now here’s the answer: At the point where the person made a decision that they wouldn’t want to life like that. Every court has found clear and convincing evidence that Terri did not want to be a machine-fed vegetable.
Now, for your other question. Why care for the others? Because they still have brain function, you dolt. Life is is the process supported by respiration, heartbeat, and digestion. We’ve got machines that can repair or maintain that for decades. But humanity, existence, self, soul, whatever you want to call it, lives in the cerebral cortex, and once it’s gone, there’s no machine or miracle that’s bringing it back. Terri Schiavo died fifteen years ago; her body and organs now get to join her.
With entitlements threatening to bankrupt our country, you can bet euthanasia will become an option in our current culture of death. By the government limiting life spans to 70 years, Social Security could remain solvent without any changes. Thus, the generation that aborted its children for convenience may find itself being euthanized for convenience.
Why stop at 70? let’s just make it like Logan’s Run and have everyone report for death at age 30? Typical black-and-white fallacious logic. If we let one husband allow his wife to die in the manner of her own choosing, then the government will kill all the old people. Brilliant!
The issue is not just the life of an innocent woman, but the type of society we will live in. A society that will allow the destruction of Terry Schaivo today can just as easily allow you or I to be killed for whatever expedient reason is given.
Right. If the government lets husbands allow their brain-dead wives to die, then the government will start killing us because we’re inconvenient.
Well, I couldn’t let this guy off the hook without raising some rabble, so I left him this comment:
I promise that if you have a heart attack and your brain is seriously deprived of oxygen, and then your cerebral cortex melts and is replaced by spinal fluid, and you remain a brain-dead husk of human being, incapable of even fetus-level thought or bacterium-level feeling, I will fight for you to remain alive for every pity-producing second of your days. For your life is precious, even if you are essentially just a set of human organs kept alive only through the miracle of modern medicine. I will be sure that every penny of your family’s net worth is poured into keeping your zombie corpse breathing, and when that money is gone, I’ll be sure that the taxpayers of this country keep your feeding tube in place so you may serve as a mute reminder of God’s precious gift of life and a convenient political prop for other misogynistic wackos who believe quantity of life supercedes quality of life. I will be glad to forestall your eventual afterlife of bliss with Jesus so you can show that it’s OK for modern medicine to interfere with God’s Plan (after all, only twenty years ago someone with a heart attack and brain damage that bad would have died by now, and you would tell me that was God’s Will). I’ll be glad to support government efforts to interfere in the decision of your spouse, who only wants you to die with some dignity, because the government should definitely fight to make sure the queers don’t get married and interfere in the marriages of the straight folks.
For you are not inconvenient. That’s the only thing the husband wants in this case, after all, some convenience. So I’ll be sure to keep you living, no matter how inconvenient, no matter how pathetic your life becomes. Sure, you can’t think or feel or eat, but your life is important. Even if your entire cerebral cortex is gone, even if somehow your arms and legs and intestines are torn off and you remain just a brain stem, heart, lungs, stomach, and a head and torso to contain it all, your life is still important. Even if somehow you didn’t even have eyes or ears or a nose and your bottom jaw was removed, we’ll still keep that stem-lungs-heart-stomach combo breathing, beating, digesting, and pooping, because that’s what life is all about. God would have wanted it that way. God wants you to live, no matter how pathetically or soullessly.
For if we don’t protect you, which inconvenient case is next? Why, I find my 63-year-old grandma inconvenient. She’s a double leg amputee from diabetes and requires life in a nursing home. So inconvenient. If we allow your brain-dead self to die, why that would be just the same as not feeding or cleaning my perfectly-rational, thinking, laughing, reminiscing grandma. If we don’t take care of the brain-dead zombies, then we’ll just let the old folks die, what with their Alzheimers and their walkers and all that inconvenient stuff. Then we’ll just let the stray homeless kids die, and the cancer patients, and the crippled wife we’re just tired of.
‘Cause you’re all about slippery slopes, right? Let the gays get married and then the men will marry dogs and women will marry chairs. Let the Ten Commandments be removed from courthouses and then the government will ban the Bible. It’s not possible to look at one case and make a specific determination for that case, heck, that would be nuanced, and if it’s one thing you can’t stand it’s a flip-flopper.
Nope, if you end up like Terri Schiavo, I’ll make sure you get to live. Because every life is precious, unless of course, it is a stray dog with rabies, a horse with a broken leg, or a convicted killer. Then we might just have to kill it.
