Concerning straw dogs, I've got my bases covered.
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As far as the likes of Alzheimer's, after watching my father waste away slowly, not only at great expense to society, but against his wishes, I'm an advocate of "Death Panels". If I had a hair on my ass, I would have smothered him with a pillow years ago...and he would have thanked me for it. And that's the truth.
Myself, I just pray the I never suffer a stroke so severe that I can't stick a gun in my mouth and pull the trigger, or lose my marbles to the point that I don't have enough wits left to stick a gun in my mouth and pull the trigger.
Actually, I speak of the gun in a metaphorical sense, I'd hang myself instead. Do it right and it's the easiest way out...even better than tying a plastic bag over your head. It's quicker and less traumatic.
When you get right down to it, I consider my death to be pretty damned personal, and I don't want a bunch of asshole uplifters dragging it out for their personal benefit. I know I'm going to die, let me do it on my own terms.
And that IS a threat, unless you would like to go hand in hand with me to the new world.
Concerning transplants. I ran into a fellow I know today who is dying from hepatitis. It was about two months ago whenever he told me he had this affliction, and today I didn't recognize him.
He's waiting on a liver transplant, and there wasn't much I could say. I would never consider a procedure like that, even if it's successful I see it as no more than prolonging the agony.
It's sad, and situations such as these leave me at a loss for words.
Chas