Abuse of Death and Dying - Updated

Kübler-Ross did fairly well in talking of death and dying ... but then she went crazy and started talking in tongues.  We would tell her, Betty (her friends called her Betty while everyone else called her Elizabeth), you have to stop eating so much mescaline.  Then she would scream out to piss off, the CIA is coming to steal her cupcakes.  OK, Betty.

(Spiderbait is the band's name and this will make more sense when you realize they are from Australia, home to more types of poisonous spiders and deadlier ones than perhaps anywhere else in the world.)


While most religions consider suicide to be sinful, their advice is not germane and is less useful than the advice not to keep food in the fridge more than three days (Leviticus 19:7).

We have the courageous Medal of Honor winner who saved his platoon from certain death and then went on to pull twenty-eight orphans out of a burning church only to get shot in the head by the last enemy soldier at the end of it.  I'm guessing we can agree if there is a Heaven then this guy went there.

He did not go through weeks or months of agony at the hands of some mindless disease that has no more purpose than to destroy him.  No-one is allowed to end that suffering in a hospital because it would be some kind of sin before God.  You must earn the right for him to receive you apparently.

Fuck that.

This is the same kind of perverted Catholic crap that brought you the Inquisition.  Those twisted monkeys thought they were doing a favor for those they tortured as if they could administer enough pain and agony then these sinners may yet be received into Heaven.  It's the same kind of vicious and selfish thinking that forces a position on the Right Way to Die when we see obviously from our Medal of Honor winner that any 'right way' doesn't mean one damn thing.  There are no angels playing Pink Floyd on trumpets and carrying Heaven's Welcome Package and, most of all, there is no damn light that has any importance whatsoever.  This is such ridiculous cartoon crap that I don't know why anyone would believe it.  How you die is irrelevant unless it's while you rob little girls of their Girl Scout cookies.

The point is not whether there exists a Heaven but rather whether you have to pass some Boy Scout test to get there and, naturally, that test will be administered by the same Inquisitors who liked stretching people, setting them afire, etc.  Doctors always say, oh yes, yes, we have medication for the pain.  Yes, and they also have medication to make it stop altogether but they aren't allowed to use it.  Why?

(I'm assuming informed consent for anything in any discussion on this matter)

Kübler-Ross gave us the chick view of croakage with her Five Steps of Dying and I guess that sort of thing is amusing for Facebook but that's only because it's 95% chick-owned and has more concentrated narcissism than Liberace ever dreamed.  The man view of death is that you are alive or you are not alive.  Two steps.  Much simpler.

If you want to shrink this then put it in the Acceptance Phase but also keep in mind there was some fairly decent guitar playing today and I was thinking, hmmm, sure is a drag that you didn't hit record. You can't stop and do it again as jams don't work that way.  There's only one first time.  So, if Acceptance mandates a lot of guitar playing then, hey, I'm on the job.  I don't often get that feeling of, damn, I wish I had hit record so that's a very good sign.


I have cut off most contact with anyone as I don't feel any kind of understanding of what happens except from Cat and Yevette.  I have no intention of explaining myself, listing symptoms, or anything of that nature.  I am sick to fucking death of being on the defensive and I will not permit anything that is likely to set it off.  How you find your peace is your own business.  I know mine is in love and music.  In my view, the world would be one hell of a lot better off if everyone found it that way.

Lotho was seeing some kind of mind contest.  I don't know why.  It's a matter of awareness and there is no way to be aware of what real poverty is like without living it.  Any idea of tax and spend liberals lining up at the door to help is rubbish.  There is nothing.

I admire Lotho because he's the only one who didn't hoot my ol' Dad when he got like this.  Mind had nothing to do with it.  Heart is what it's about.