After a couple of light-hearted posts, I'm back to the Terri Schiavo case. Strangely enough, this case really bothers me. We have school shootings and I don't even know what else, but the cold bloodedness of this whole thing sticks with me.
Here's an interesting article, via Powerline.
The point everyone makes is that Terri isn't brain dead. She's disabled. Should we unplug everyone who needs a motorized wheelchair with a joystick? I guess she's just so much of a burden on her husband's life, even though her parents have done all of the caring for her while he's pretty much gone off to live his own life which lacks only the legal stamp of "remarried".
He wants the insurance money. That's clear to anyone smarter than Ted Kennedy (i.e. most of us). Can't prove anything, but there is a lot there to make us wonder if he didn't have something to do with her "accident" in the first place. Coupled with allegations that he used to accost caregivers with questions such as "Is the bitch dead yet?" and "When is that bitch going to die?", you just have to wonder.
This case brings ever us closer-no, it brings us right there. It brings us to the point where we presume to be God. We can make the decision that a particular life isn't worth living. Nobody asked Terri. "We", as a represented people, simply made the decision that her life isn't worth prolonging.