On November 23rd, Scott Adams, the creator of "Dilbert" unleashed an explosive rant and rage on his blog. Titled, "I Hope My Father Dies Soon".
Adams vehemently criticized those who are against doctor assisted suicide, especially politicians who vote against it. He also raged against so-called activists who are against doctor assisted suicide.
Adams' father was in hospice at the time in a state described as, "...as close to a living Hell as you can get." and "...this state of perpetual suffering". Scott Adam's father died a few hours after he published the blog post.
His vehemence, rage, anger, and wrath knew no bounds.
"I hope my father dies soon.
And while I'm at it, I might want you to die a painful death too."
"If you're a politician who has ever voted against doctor-assisted suicide, or you would vote against it in the future, I hate your fucking guts and I would like you to die a long, horrible death. I would be happy to kill you personally and watch you bleed out. I won't do that, because I fear the consequences. But I'd enjoy it, because you motherfuckers are responsible for torturing my father. Now it's personal."
"I'm okay with any citizen who opposes doctor-assisted suicide on moral or practical grounds. But if you have actedon that thought, such as basing a vote on it, I would like you to die a slow, horrible death too. You and the government are accomplices in the torturing of my father, and there's a good chance you'll someday be accomplices in torturing me to death too."
" If I could push a magic button and send every politician who opposes doctor-assisted suicide into a painful death spiral that lasts for months, I'd press it. And I wouldn't feel a bit of guilt because sometimes you have to get rid of the bad guys to make the world a better place. We do it in defensive wars and the police do it daily. This would be another one of those situations."
"If you have acted, or plan to act, in a way that keeps doctor-assisted suicide illegal, I see you as an accomplice in torturing my father, and perhaps me as well someday. I want you to die a painful death, and soon. And I'd be happy to tell you the same thing to your face."
A few days later, Scott Adams followed up with another blog post, unapologetic for spewing hate "against activists and politicians who oppose doctor-assisted suicide". He went on about creationists, the supposed 49% of the population who are against doctor assisted suicide, and his own opinion, based on various comments on the web that 95% of the people may be in favor of it.
I, personally, happen to agree with Scott Adams. Having seen both my parents suffer through vegetative states, I believe people should have a right to determine the end of their own lives when catastrophic illness puts them on the road to death.
I, personally, want the right to predetermine the end of my life if there is nothing but a heart beat and brain wave left. Lying in a bed, thoughtless, motionless, and speechless for days, weeks, or months is not my idea of life. It is death waiting to happen. Let me go.
OD me with Demerol. I will go out peacefully on cloud nine.
Call me immoral, call me a mortal sinner, challenge my Christianity and Catholicism. Even call me a low life no good rotten obscenity. It's my life, my death and dying, not yours.
Four states allow doctor assisted suicide, Washington, Vermont, Oregon, and Montana. Those states demonstrate how far we have come. Too bad the other forty six and Washington D. C. are living in the Dark Ages.
If, while you are sane, compos mentis, and predetermine in writing that under certain catastrophic medical conditions you want a doctor to put your lights out, you should have that right. I want that right.
Last night I watched "Gran Torino". Aside from the story line about age, families, and race relations, "Gran Torino' was about life and death, living and dying. Clint Eastwood's character, Walt Kowalski, was old and found out he was very ill. His family did not really like or care for him. His wife recently died.
Walt decided to die the only way he could, like a man, or his definition of one. He committed suicide by gang shooting. After the shots were fired, Walt's body riddled with bullets, and he hit the ground dead with nothing but his old war lighter in his hand, I cheered.
It is time we have a national discussion on death and dying. Doctor assisted suicide is a matter of choice, predetermined choice. These are our lives, our bodies, our decisions, and our choice.
No politician should have the right to deny us that choice. No group of activists should have the right to deny us that choice.
Washington, Montana, Vermont, and Oregon realized doctor assisted suicide is a no brainer. It shows there is some intelligent life in a few places in America.
Laws can be written to define and limit the catastrophic medical conditions covered by assisted suicide. They can even put a time limit on when one can pre-determine ending life or the state of mind, compos mentis, required to make such a decision.
Laws can even prohibit family members from making the decision, leaving it up to the individual to determine how and when they want to die if a catastrophic illness goes beyond a certain point.
Will or can there be abuses? There are abuses in every law and legal system. But, at the end of the day, who should really decide if you, the individual person, on your way to dying already, should live in a vegetative state, agonizing pain, or a coma?
I want to make that decision ahead of time. I do not want voters, politicians, or activists to make it for me.
It is my life, my morals, my ethics, my body, my soul, my choice, and my death.
You do what you want with your life and death.
Leave me to mine.
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