[TM] 241 - Sacrosanct Principles
A man’s right to live is sacrosanct. Period, end of sentence. That includes all the rights and privileges that such entails...right to vote, right to marry, right to raise his own goddamn kids.
I don’t mean to be such a bastard this early in the morning, but Gail had court today, and I made the mistake of showing up. She and poor Terry are trying to get their death certificates revoked, establish status as legally living? And the hearings are driving us all up the wall. Tracing the bodies is proving to be taxing, as is proving the bodies are what they say they are currently: walking around and alive.
A lot of crap in their pasts is cropping up, and that includes a lot of history I don’t much visit anymore. Uprising nonsense, like State vs. Jackson...brought back a lot of bad blood I’ve never really been able to let go of, now that I have to take a second look at the whole sorry shitstorm that went down back then.
Back in 1970, the state told me I was a danger to my children. They told me I had no right to my family because I’m undead. Fear, ignorance, and a lot of plain old ugly hatred nearly broke up my family. My wife was dead, my mother in law, harpy or no, was on my side, and the world was against me.
I may not have a pulse or a functioning stomach, but I’m no less a man than anyone here. I was no less a man back then. And sure, I won my case and all...hell, it set so many legal precedents you could probably fill a damn toilet roll with the pages of all the legal books my walking nightmare’s documented in.
But now that a lot of those memories are stirring up...I’m realizing I never really forgave people in general for that. For telling me I was too dangerous to raise my own son and daughter, for telling me I had no right to my family.
Everyone deserves the right to live, and all that such entails. Living, dead, or otherwise, I’ll defend my right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, whatever that means. And I’ll defend your right to it, too, because you just don’t screw with that.
I guess that’s why I got caught up in all the politicking back then: I wasn’t about to let humans have the upper hand. Come what may, I’m always gonna make sure, for my sake and that of my family, that I end up the bigger man.
Muse: Artie Jackson
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 438
I don’t mean to be such a bastard this early in the morning, but Gail had court today, and I made the mistake of showing up. She and poor Terry are trying to get their death certificates revoked, establish status as legally living? And the hearings are driving us all up the wall. Tracing the bodies is proving to be taxing, as is proving the bodies are what they say they are currently: walking around and alive.
A lot of crap in their pasts is cropping up, and that includes a lot of history I don’t much visit anymore. Uprising nonsense, like State vs. Jackson...brought back a lot of bad blood I’ve never really been able to let go of, now that I have to take a second look at the whole sorry shitstorm that went down back then.
Back in 1970, the state told me I was a danger to my children. They told me I had no right to my family because I’m undead. Fear, ignorance, and a lot of plain old ugly hatred nearly broke up my family. My wife was dead, my mother in law, harpy or no, was on my side, and the world was against me.
I may not have a pulse or a functioning stomach, but I’m no less a man than anyone here. I was no less a man back then. And sure, I won my case and all...hell, it set so many legal precedents you could probably fill a damn toilet roll with the pages of all the legal books my walking nightmare’s documented in.
But now that a lot of those memories are stirring up...I’m realizing I never really forgave people in general for that. For telling me I was too dangerous to raise my own son and daughter, for telling me I had no right to my family.
Everyone deserves the right to live, and all that such entails. Living, dead, or otherwise, I’ll defend my right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, whatever that means. And I’ll defend your right to it, too, because you just don’t screw with that.
I guess that’s why I got caught up in all the politicking back then: I wasn’t about to let humans have the upper hand. Come what may, I’m always gonna make sure, for my sake and that of my family, that I end up the bigger man.
Muse: Artie Jackson
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 438