Do Not Resuscitate
(but give me a fucking drink of water)!

I'd like to leave when the party's over. If the situation should arise, I don't want to live as a vegetable but would you please have the balls to kill me and not make me die of hunger and thirst. Let's face it, you really don't know if I can feel it or not. Can't an accident victim be treated as decently as a convicted killer?

The Republicans are certain that God wants us to kill poor criminals (because there is no such thing as a rich criminal in this country - except Martha and that goes with the uterus) and those brown people whose homes sit over oil deposits and no one else, (even if they aren't anyone else yet), including ourselves, but I'm not so certain.

If letting me starve to death and die of thirst works better for your conscience than killing me, your conscience is defective, end of story.  If God agrees with you, I'm really not interested in spending eternity with him.

Just don't let my HMO (or lack of insurance) make the decision about whether I'm a veg or not. Shit, I may just be taking a nap.

If you decide to starve me would someone please do me a favor and go shoot my mother first? No mother should have to go through what Terry Schiavo's mother has gone through.

 Spring 2005