Monday, March 28


The Washington Times reports this morning that Terri Schiavo is being given "a morphine drip to ease the pain of death." What pain? Haven't we been told by countless neurologists, bio-ethicists, mainstream media news outlets, pro-death bloggers, left-of-center pundits, Michael Schiavo's brother, and none other than the preeminent euthanasia-proponent himself, attorney George Feros, that Terri, purported to be in a "persistent vegetative state" -- a dubious diagnosis upheld by the courts -- is absolutely incapable of experiencing pain? Isn't she serenely beautiful and altogether comfortable as she lays in her deathbed oblivious to the devastating effects of nine consecutive days of court-ordered dehydration and starvation?

Then why, pray why, is morphine needed? Shouldn't Michael Schiavo be on morphine instead of Terri -- you know, to dull his senses over his abject inhumanity to the wife he cheated on and withheld medical tests, medical treatment, and rehabilitative therapy from, while confining her to years in a dreary hospice room, as if she had been put on death row? Come to think of it, Michael, George Felos, and Judge George Greer did sentence her to death row for the capital offense in the state of Florida of being handicapped and cognitively-disabled.

Pain, what pain? I stand by this earlier post of mine. We are bearing witness to an abomination.