Looking Forward

The future sometimes can be bright, and frightening. In a few years, who knows, I may have a family. I may have a new job. I may have neither. But one thing is certain. At some point, I'm going down. No, not to Florida, but to the big burning fire on the corner of 6th and State. Yes, I'm talking about the crematorium. Who decides when I go there, however, may not actually be my decision, though. At least, it appears that way what with the current Sciavo case in Florida.

In case you don't know, Ms. Sciavo has been in an eggplant-type state for roughly 15 years. Her husband claims that she never wanted to live like this. Her parents say that she should be kept alive by all means necessary. And the GOP, well…other than believing that you can get AIDS from tears or sweat (Dr. Bill Frist), well they simply can't keep their hands off this case. After all, the Christians are watching. The Christians are watching.

So, in another act of pandering to their "core" base, the GOP is making decisions for the family. They are trying to get a feeding tube added back to Ms. Sciavo's daily regimen of blank-staring, smiling, and eyes-opening exercises. Why? Because her parents want her alive.

How sad. And whether you think she should be alive or dead isn't even the main issue. The fact that the House and Senate (and President) are all willing to intervene into such a personal, family matter is frightening. At a maximum, the state government should be involved in this.

Then again, when your governor's name is Bush and you lose, you do what comes naturally: option a) cry to daddy. Option b) cry to Dub-ya.

And so that brings us to where we are now. A media and political circus.

I can only hope that one day when I go, my wishes will at least be fulfilled by family members and not by any political right-wing agenda. I guess it's time to make sure my wishes are in writing, if not, look what could become of me.