The culture of death is being pushed from many quarters, perhaps most harmfully by the purveyors of popular culture.
Jack Kevorkian assisted the suicides of at least 130 people—most of whom were not terminally ill and five of whom were not sick according to autopsies—and murdered one. He ripped out the kidneys of one of his victims after death, that of a former cop who had become quadriplegic from a gunshot wound. His ultimate goal was what he called “obitiatry,” that is, experimenting on living human beings before they were euthanized.
But none of that mattered or matters. And now, he is going to be celebrated in a puff movie based on the book by his fawning acolyte Neal Nicol—A-list mega star Al Pacino starring
as Kevorkian. From the story:
Al Pacino is in negotiations to star in “You Don’t Know Jack,” an HBO Films biopic about Dr. Jack Kevorkian that Barry Levinson will direct.
Kevorkian, also known as Dr. Death, assisted in more than 150 cases of suicide and had beaten the state court system in Michigan numerous times, but was finally convicted after he willingly sent a videotape of himself euthanizing a terminally ill man to “60 Minutes.” He was convicted of second-degree murder in 1999 and is serving his sentence in a maximum-security prison in Michigan.
The film will trace his rise as he builds his infamous “Mercy Machine,” conducts his first assisted suicide, and starts a media frenzy with his epic legal battles defending a patient’s right to die.
You could not get a more ghoulish, solipsist public figure than Kevorkian. Yet, he is to be beatified, Hollywood style. Color me absolutely disgusted.
Culture of death? Wesley, what culture of death?
