We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
MY LIVING WILL Last night, my kids and I were sitting in the living room and I said to them, 'I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug.'
They got up, unplugged the Computer, and threw out my wine.
Hey! I resemble that remark! (As I sit here in front of my (two) computer(s) where I have been (mostly on) my computer (because that is what I am paid to do) since 7 am this morning (its now just after 6pm CDT) with my glass of Blackbox Cabernet wine on the desk.
I'm working on my version of a Living Will. Begins, "No, you bastards, you can't have any of my organs, my eyes, my heart, my kidneys, my liver to give away to strangers, that you, in your infinite, so-much-better-than-I wisdom decide should have them. No, you do not have the right to pull the plug on me just because I closed my eyes and am taking a little rest for a minute. Or even a week or two. Back off you busybodies, and let my doctor take care of me, and then turn me over to my loving husband and dear friends, who will help me recover.
I'm feeling a little guilty this morning. In my rant above, about Living Wills, I was trying to make a point that was made much more eloquently by Charles Krauthammer in his Townhall.com column this morning, namely, that Living Wills, as they are written when one is relatively far from the Final Moment, are largely irrelevant and frequently disregarded by the healthcare community when the patient is Up Against It in his last few days.
Never doubt it. They, the Powers That Be, are going to ask you again at that point, and counsel you to just let go and do what they say is best. And they have strong motivations to do this, if they covet your organs and other usable parts to "donate" from you to someone else. My major point here is that their motivation is that you are a potential parts factory to cure someone else's ills. And they're apt to think that you've had your chance, a good run so to speak, and you should just let go and let them take your life.
It's such a small step from feeling that those almost at the end of life should be generous and get out of the way, to helping them do it by pulling the plug and sticking the needle into the arm.
My husband asked his mother, who died a few years ago at 98 after being bedridden for awhile, if she had a choice, how much longer would she like to live. She said ten years at least. Government run health care [or death care] under the Obamacare rules, wouldn't have given her a choice. We did.
Here, Marianne. Here's a way to keep them from harvesting your organs. From The Daily Mash. haha
TERMINALLY ILL WOMAN WINS RIGHT TO BE BLOWN UP BY THE ARMY
A TERMINALLY-ill woman has won a landmark court victory giving her the right to be blown up by the Army.
The dress rehearsal went extremely well
Margaret Hobbs, who suffers from a rare and incurable form of hay fever, has campaigned for six years for the right to end her life using one of Britain's most respected artillery regiments.
The 40 year-old, from Stevenage, said: "This is a victory for every terminally ill person who doesn't want to die tediously in some dreary Swiss clinic surrounded by unarmed bores."
The Court of Appeal yesterday awarded Mrs Johnson the right to wander around a minefield on Salisbury Plain while being bombarded by L118 field guns from the Royal Artillery's 29th Commando Regiment.
But Dr Norman Steele, vice-chairman of the British Medical Association, criticised the decision. "Doctors are always keen to ensure that the patient's end of life wishes are respected, but that is very, very different from being blown to smithereens."
Mrs Hobbs' husband Roy, 42, said he would be more than willing to help aim the gun and fire it, adding: "It won't be easy. I've never used a light howitzer with live rounds."
An Army spokesman said: "We did originally offer to strap her to an old Sierra and lob grenades through the sunroof, but she was very keen that we use some kind of concealed explosive with the howitzers as a back up."
He added: "Thankfully she decided not to go for the anti?tank mine. They're quite large and relatively expensive and it would have taken us hours to find all the bits."