Schiavo....it's a household name!

Mar 30, 2005 20:17


Wow.  What a fucking mess.  These are just some thoughts I wrote down, you know, when you write a letter & don't send it?  I guess this is the sort of shit I should just write here, huh?


I am so saddened by this whole situation & I feel so deeply for her parents, as it seems they haven't faith enough in the God they claim to believe in that they wouldn't WANT to let her go & be with him.  That they would rather keep her here by artificial means, trapped & restrained inside the body which no longer functions for her & NEVER will.  I just can not believe these faithful people (brother what's-his-name, father so-& -so AND her parents) are so afraid for their daughter to pass on!  You would think they'd want it for her & be thinking about her & what she would want, instead of themselves.

I am angered & embarrassed by these people, who have nothing better to do with their lives but stand around outside the place where Terri is (as well as others' loved ones are) dying, using up much needed police manpower to fend off crazy attempts of 'sneaking in water & bread'.  From what I understand, they are also causing people to honk their horns & cause even more raucous & disruption.  I understand that it's their right to do this, but I do not see how these people actually think they are helping the situation & to me it seems only to contribute to the spectacle it has become.  I wonder how they would feel if they were sitting next to their mother, sister, or wife's deathbed & heard the obnoxious honking & hollering?  I'm simply amazed at how some supposed 'thoughtful' people, don't actually think.  And I actually heard today that the family of someone else who was dying inside that same hospice facility, could not get though the protestors & barricades in time to say goodbye to their loved one, which again made me me want to punch something.  I don't like that feeling.

While watching 'Hardball' on MSNBC the other night, I sat open-mouthed & in shock, while Pat Buchanan insisted that (& this is not a quote but PRETTY DARN CLOSE) 'Jeb Bush or the President send in Federal Marshals to snatch her up, take her away & reinsert that feeding tube.'   I found myself in tears that this has become political circus it has & immediately started praying the Lord show Terri the way home & that her parents be reassured that she WILL BE OK.

(Oh yeah, I also thanked Jesus that Pat Buchanan is not our President.... he is the most rediculous human being I have ever seen.)

More shiny, happy words of shiny happiness...


3 young girls, within a matter of 2 weeks, abducted, raped & killed.

A man here in Tennessee, shoots & kills a man & woman right in front of their 7-year-old little girl, supposedly upset over a property dispute.  The shooter then kills himself.

A man in Florida, kills the parents of a 5-year-old girl in their sleep, the gunshots wake up the baby who finds her dead parents in their bed, blood everywhere. She then calls 9-1-1 (She wasn't crying at all, but I was bawling like a baby.)  The shooter then kills himself.

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?!

I am in desperate need of some good news.  I feel like I've been crying & scared thinking & talking about nothing but death & murders for like, 2 weeks.  Thank GOD the past 2 days have been sunny & 70 degrees, & for my awesome kid, or I'd probably be in a corner of my bedroom crying & rocking back & forth in the fetal position.

A funny little story.  We were watching SCRUBS last night, & one of those Burger King commercials came on, you know the ones, with the creepy, plastic retro-looking Burger King guy?  So, my kid goes "MOM!  LOOK!  IT'S JESUS!" & immediately starts singing "Jesus loves me this I know....."   I of course assured him that the Burger King IS NOT Jesus, while laughing so hard I could hardly breathe.  He always puts things in perspective.

I'm going to go wash the funk off of me now.  Literally & figuratively.  I'm all salty & meloncholy.  Then I'm going to go snuggle up with my boy.

Strange days indeed.  Most peculiar mama.
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