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  • Opt-In

    I think life should be opt-in instead of opt-out.  At the end of every year one should be allowed to decide whether one’s existence continues.  And if one doesn’t they should be allowed to give their credit to someone who does.  For example someone who didn’t want to live anymore could opt out of life and give it to someone dying of cancer who really did.



  • gramblings on “aid in dying”

    “Aid in dying” is often dressed up in compassionate cloths when it’s really just a way for the state and private insurers to save on end-of-life care (which comprises a large chunk of healthcare spending).  The state would never leave people the power to conveniently and painlessly end their own life.   It’s in the state’s power to pull you into (capital punishment) or push you away (suicide attempt hospitalizations) from death.  They would never give this power up.  Imagine, after being denied badly-needed pain treatment, you could just walk into a place and be put to sleep like a dying house cat.  You could never do this because as an able-bodied citizen you still have the potential and obligation to be a net gain for society.  However, once you are enough of a net drain on society “aid in dying” options open up.  Unsurprisingly I buy arguments from disability rights organizations like Not Dead Yet.  It’s human nature not to give people power over their own death.  Even if you enact a law that pretends to it doesn’t magically change human nature.  It’s like enacting a law banning sex and expecting everyone to remain chaste.  Liberals have a lot of good ideas but don’t have a firm grasp on human nature, specifically the depravity of man.



  • The Daily Mail reports that in 2012, 14 people with “severe psychiatric problems” were killed by lethal injection, a figure that rose to 42 in 2013.

    This is wonderful news.  Terminal mental health problems are gaining parity with terminal physical problems.  I know if assisted suicide were an option I would seriously consider it.  It’s sad but 10 to 15 percent of people with bipolar disorder off themselves so assisted suicide gets to be a very thorny issue for us.  Because mental suffering makes us want death but because the desire comes about via a fucked up brain we aren’t allowed to do it (verses desire coming via a fucked up body).  There are really no good answers for this.

     



  • numb

    My cat died more than a week ago and the only thing I feel is numb.  I even listened to Duruflé’s Requiem and felt hardly anything and that usually brings out a certain amount of catharsis.

    I also sometimes think I see Frisky out of the corner of my eye.  But then I look and it’s just something else.



  • put down

    My cat is set to be put down today at three in the afternoon.

    It is strange to me that humans can’t just go somewhere to be put down if they can’t find a job.  We see the unemployed being put down against their will in the T4 program Hitler started.  But in most other cases people are forced to live without a job, even if they don’t want to.  The ending of one’s life is out of one’s own hands either way.



  • My cat is dying.  When he wasn’t dying I used to pet him and joke about how he was going to kitty hell where there would be dogs, water, and tin foil.  And he’d see Emily our other cat who was already there.  Now that he’s dying it’s different.  He is going to cease to exist just like I and everyone will someday.  I think we have this unspoken belief that tears have magical properties that can make things real (like in the Velveteen Rabbit).  If our heart is wrenched enough by death then the potency of the emotion tells us there must be something beyond the grave.



  • my cat is dying

    My cat is dying.  What’s strange about it is what hurts the most isn’t actually interacting with the cat and seeing him in a poorer and poorer state.  What hurts the most is seeing his food bowl still full from last night because he’s not eating.  And doing the litter, not exactly the most enjoyable job on earth, is actually more disheartening because there is so little to clean compared to what there used to be.