The American Way of Death
Feb. 22nd, 2005 12:56 pmI think that was a book title or movie, once-upon-a-time....
I've seen various discussions on Hunter S. Thompson's suicide, speculations on his reasons and physical health and whether the drugs just didn't take him where he wanted to go anymore. I don't _know_ anything about his "why."
I _do_ remember two passages through the title of this little snippet. First my father, with leukemia, four years, then my mother with generalized old age and decrepitude, five years. And I'll say that _anybody_ who wants to use _any_ means to bypass that process has my blessings. Shrub and his minions can take their meddling and stuff it where the sun don't shine. And that goes double with spurs on for doctors and nurses and personal care attendants who ignore a Living Will and Do Not Resuscitate orders.
Meanwhile, we received maybe 3" of very light and fluffy snow overnight, so I took that as an excuse to try the City Forest trails again. Just _barely_ covered the ice, skis slipped around a lot, but I managed to follow the Way of the Ski for about an hour and four miles.
I've seen various discussions on Hunter S. Thompson's suicide, speculations on his reasons and physical health and whether the drugs just didn't take him where he wanted to go anymore. I don't _know_ anything about his "why."
I _do_ remember two passages through the title of this little snippet. First my father, with leukemia, four years, then my mother with generalized old age and decrepitude, five years. And I'll say that _anybody_ who wants to use _any_ means to bypass that process has my blessings. Shrub and his minions can take their meddling and stuff it where the sun don't shine. And that goes double with spurs on for doctors and nurses and personal care attendants who ignore a Living Will and Do Not Resuscitate orders.
Meanwhile, we received maybe 3" of very light and fluffy snow overnight, so I took that as an excuse to try the City Forest trails again. Just _barely_ covered the ice, skis slipped around a lot, but I managed to follow the Way of the Ski for about an hour and four miles.