La mort et Dieu
It has been spoken of, ad nauseam, and covered and disected by individuals better than I; yet I feel it is important to acknowledge just how much I do not care about the deaths of Terri Schiavo or the Pope--lest you all begin to suspect me of getting soft.
There are brilliant articles out there, writers of genius that strike through, point after point, the mockery that has been made of Terri Schiavo. It's all the same, though. Republicans, pro-life agendas, Christo-fascism, the reality-based community under siege by the faith-based community. The effort spent to administer nutrients to a vegetable, a shell-of-a-woman so grossly surpasses the concern for the non-braindead sufferers who are dying and starving out there. It is simply sick. The parents of Terri Schiavo were quoted as saying her death was "God's will." You know, could it be possible she just fucking died, without any sort of goddamn divine plan? Inshallah, indeed.
And so of course the Pope had to get in on the action. So get a load of this survey: "The pope has said in the past that the administration of water and food, even by artificial means, is a natural means of preserving life. Do you agree?"
Exactly what fucking definition of natural is he looking at? Last time I checked artificial was one of its goddamn antonyms. I cannot figure out whether this is some sort of contempt for logical reason or just plain ignorant stupidity. Neither would surprise me.
"So Pope, what're you going to do first during your fasting for world peace?"
"Hmm, I think I'll have a sandwich."
As far as the Pope dying, not to be too exorbitant in my blasphemy but, jesus, isn't it about time? I ragged on the Pope in a post, perhaps a year ago, regarding his age, incompetence, and refusal to relinquish power. I suppose when you're top dog, spokesman for the Father All-Mighty, even I might be tempted to be all, "Um, yeah God, he said I'm to keep doing my thang. Y'all ain't getting my hat."
Adieu mon Dieu. Won't miss ya.
There are brilliant articles out there, writers of genius that strike through, point after point, the mockery that has been made of Terri Schiavo. It's all the same, though. Republicans, pro-life agendas, Christo-fascism, the reality-based community under siege by the faith-based community. The effort spent to administer nutrients to a vegetable, a shell-of-a-woman so grossly surpasses the concern for the non-braindead sufferers who are dying and starving out there. It is simply sick. The parents of Terri Schiavo were quoted as saying her death was "God's will." You know, could it be possible she just fucking died, without any sort of goddamn divine plan? Inshallah, indeed.
And so of course the Pope had to get in on the action. So get a load of this survey: "The pope has said in the past that the administration of water and food, even by artificial means, is a natural means of preserving life. Do you agree?"
Exactly what fucking definition of natural is he looking at? Last time I checked artificial was one of its goddamn antonyms. I cannot figure out whether this is some sort of contempt for logical reason or just plain ignorant stupidity. Neither would surprise me.
"So Pope, what're you going to do first during your fasting for world peace?"
"Hmm, I think I'll have a sandwich."
As far as the Pope dying, not to be too exorbitant in my blasphemy but, jesus, isn't it about time? I ragged on the Pope in a post, perhaps a year ago, regarding his age, incompetence, and refusal to relinquish power. I suppose when you're top dog, spokesman for the Father All-Mighty, even I might be tempted to be all, "Um, yeah God, he said I'm to keep doing my thang. Y'all ain't getting my hat."
Adieu mon Dieu. Won't miss ya.