This is too freaking funny. The first entries I made in this dung heap of a blog concerned Quebec and “Therapeutic Homicide.”
‘Therapeutic Homicide’ Yeeahhh, baby!
(Never knew Pee-Wee Herman was a punk rocker, did ya?)
Well, look who’s gonna beat Quebec to the punch (probably):
Me own glorious state! I think I got the biggest kick out of the whole business of having “two physicians” sign off on this. Like one doctor would ever criticize another. They’ve got a code of silence that must make the Mafia weep. And I can absiltively, posolutely affirm that if Netherlands can’t make the “safeguards” on their euthanasia laws work — and they can’t, in fact I’m not sure if they even bother with them any more (de facto overriding de jure) — no way in hell would Massachusetts. The Dutch are relatively honest. And the people who would supposedly be monitoring this in the Great and Glorious Commonwealth would be people who know people., i.e. crooked as a dog’s hind leg and incompetent to boot.
Well, anything to further reduce the respect for life and (potentially) making it easier for me to go the Roman route, is a-ok in my book.
And I gotta give Quebec credit: MA is basically going to do the same thing Quebec wants to, but gussies the whole business up in hypocritical double-talk and jibber-jabber.
All hail to Massachusetts, the land of the free and the brave!
For Bunker Hill and Charlestown, and flag we love to wave;
For Lexington and Concord, and the shot heard ’round the world;
All hail to Massachusetts, we’ll keep her flag unfurled.
She stands upright for freedom’s light that shines from sea to sea;
All hail to Massachusetts! Our country ’tis of thee!
All hail to grand old Bay State, the home of the bean and the cod,
Where pilgrims found a landing and gave their thanks to God.
A land of opportunity in the good old U.S.A.
Where men live long and prosper, and people come to stay.
Don’t sell her short but learn to court her industry and stride;
All hail to grand old Bay State! The land of pilgrim’s pride!
All hail to Massachusetts, renowned in the Hall of Fame!
How proudly wave her banners emblazoned with her name!
In unity and brotherhood, sons and daughters go hand in hand;
All hail to Massachusetts, there is no finer land!
All hail to Massachusetts! All hail! All hail! All hail!
What is weird is that these aren’t the lyrics they had us sing at morning assembly in fourth and fifth grade. Don’t remember them exactly, but they were only tangentially related to the above.