Where the editorial board treads cautiously, I do not: those with incurable chronic conditions who have faced life long degradation and see no alternative, should be allowed to end their lives in much the same way animal shelters euthanize dogs, cats, the odd turtle, and professional animal husbandry slaughters livestock. I do not have the time, in this moment, to build a devastating case, but the pain I've detailed repeatedly, recycling various items, is in itself case enough, if not the discarded bodies in nursing homes do not pile it on. Humanity may be more than other mammalian species in many respects, but we're still, primarily, a primate who by accident came up as a bipedal feat of engineering in an extraordinarily fragile fashion, and with all due respect to the Holy Father and the Eminences of the Church, my poppa allowed me to birth in order to "be a good Catholic" and put me in a Catholic home for children. I was nine years old, and my abuse at the hands of unwitting minority orderlies who were in all respects a template of Riverside's Debra Horne, began there, never ended.
Now, whether people who actually know me read this, or strangers, what could I have possibly be guilty of at nine years to have borne what I did?
Victims have extraordinary strength, but for quadriplegics, it becomes a serial way of life which at a certain point becomes analogous to a terminal illness. Let ADAPT advocates break their teeth on that.
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