Where Has All The Character Gone; Long Time Passing

June 22, 2005 B. John 145 Views

There’s a lot of people who staked their political capital and professional credibility on the idea that Terri Schiavo was not a vegetable, that she could be healed, that Jesus loved her that much. Well, tough shit. They went all in on that bet, and now it’s time to make these pay. Turns out that science was right, and their kind of sick twisted faith was wrong.

It turns out that Terri Schiavo’s brainpan was just a vessel for holding a bunch of goo, not a brain. It turns out she didn’t follow any balloon or look at anyone at any time because she was blind. Oh, and she wasn’t beaten, yo, although Jeb Bush will resuscitate Schiavo’s corpse in order to get all C.S.I. on her ashes in order to salvage any shred of credibility he has left. (More precisely, Michael Schiavo will be forced to suffer ever more for the crime of wanting his rutabaga of a wife to be allowed to die.)

Now, even Mel Martinez, the Florida Senator that led the charge for Congress to intervene in the Schiavo case, is trying to save his ass by saying that he was wrong. Bill Frist, who spoke in the Senate about how Schivao "responded" to stimulus, is now saying he never said she "responded." The Rude Pundit wouldn’t trust Frist to look at a boil on someone’s butt, let alone their EKG. Terri Schiavo needs to become the Willie Horton around the necks of Republicans in 2006.

Yet Jeb issues an order to the State Attorney to go after Michael once again, all just to cow to the krazy kristian kooks, and maintain his base for political purposes. Bush family matriarch Barb has always claimed to be proud of the character her boys have, but is not a display of character. This is a display of political sliming for personal gain.

Meanwhile, one must feel at least some pity for the poor, deluded parents of Terri Schiavo. They have to cling to the insane hope that their daughter could have gotten better. Otherwise, to accept the coroner’s report, they would have to face the horror that they artificially kept their blind, brain-melted daughter alive for years. And perhaps one needs to die with illusions than to deal with that nightmare.

B. John

Records and Content Management consultant who enjoys good stories and good discussion. I have a great deal of interest in politics, religion, technology, gadgets, food and movies, but I enjoy most any topic. I grew up in Kings Mountain, a small N.C. town, graduated from Appalachian State University and have lived in Atlanta, Greensboro, Winston-Salem, Dayton and Tampa since then.