Now Germany is surprised at the crassness of assisted suicide advocates. A German official assisted the suicide of an elderly woman—and a la Kevorkian, filmed it and then showed it on television. From the story:
As nuanced as that debate may be, though, the death of Bettina S., many are saying on Tuesday, crossed a clear line. The former X-ray technician, who never married and has no children, says in the video that one of her motivations to kill herself was that she was afraid of ending up alone in a nursing home. According to reports on Tuesday, she had also contacted the Swiss assisted suicide organization Dignitas before getting in touch with Kusch.
What clear line? There is no clear line! Media continue to refuse to open their eyes! Assisted suicide is not about terminal illness. That’s just a way to get people to accept the principle of death on demand.
Lest you doubt me, just consider this partial list:
– Dutch euthanasia is not in the least about dying, nor necessarily, physical illness, and indeed, the Dutch Supreme Court has ruled that existential suffering can justify assisted suicide. Dutch doctors refer their patients to how to commit suicide data on the Internet if they don’t qualify for legal euthanasia.
– Assisted suicide for the mentally ill has been promoted in the Hastings Center Report.
– Most of Kevorkian’s victims were not dying and yet he enjoyed great poll numbers and Time invited him as a guest of honor at its 75th anniversary gala. Etc. ad nauseum.
– In Oregon, a patient received a lethal prescription nearly 2 years before dying naturally, meaning he wasn’t terminally ill under the law when the script was written. And, of course, the authorities did nothing.
How much more clear can it be????
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