Wednesday, September 28, 2005

It's My Body and I'll Die If I Want To

The Supreme Court is going to hear this case trying to get rid of assisted suicide in Oregon.

The Bush administration, always promoting the culture of life except for when they get to kill someone who doesn't really want to die, such as those that get sizzled in the electric chair or those Iraqi civilians caught in the crossfire, is using some loophole or another to test the law's legality.

What's the point here? Why are we attempting to force people to live that don't want to? You get no control over how or whether you come in to the world, and then the government tries to tell you when and how you can leave, too.

Dying of cancer? Ride it out, cowboy. Pain making every day a living hell, your only functionality staring at a TV screen while doped out of your mind on morphine? Life is sacred, pal -- you're staying in this mortal coil until God says so, and not a minute before.

Oh, sure, you could skirt the law and take 50 aspirin or slit your wrists. But what if someone gets to you before you die and hauls you to the hospital to get your stomach pumped or those armed bandaged up, acting the Good Samaritan? Then everyone knows you want to kill yourself and they'll be watching over you all the time, forcing you to keep drawing one raspy breath after another. (If you want to die and have a gun, that's pretty foolproof. But you don't want to leave that for your family to clean up, now do you?)

I thought we were a land of freedom. If we're so free, why aren't we free to die?