When you’re very young, you don’t think about your own mortality, or if you do imagine your own death it’s probably tied in with some sort of romanticism, with a heroic ending.
That’s not the case for ninety nine point something of us, our time probably won’t be decided by us even if we’d like to think it will.
Just to make something clear here.
I’m not afraid to die.
At all.
I can say that from a position of having had my heart reset a number of times, the first time was a bit scary as you’re giving yourself over to the possibility of death and lying down to do it.
It was easier each time after that.
An internal flight from Edinburgh to Stansted was once so turbulent that the stewardesses were crying. I surprised myself by just relaxing and thinking that I’d had a good life if that was the end.
It wasn’t though. I’ve been all over the world since then, seen ancient wonders and glittering cities, played games with a Hindu God and dared the elements to take me while I stood in the sea off Thailand during a monsoon lightning storm.
I’ve also seen banal, low level Evil close up and tried to ensure that it didn’t win ( I think it was a draw).
In the past few years, I’ve adopted a couple of dogs and they’ve given me a more simplistic, live for today worldview and I try not to worry too much about the outside world.
But, fuck me, the outside world makes it difficult.
This week, the UK Government made assisted dying legal.
Or, they made assisted suicide and assisted killing legal.
This was something that had huge amounts of funding and support, along with ads showing a woman dancing for joy, more like an ad for feminine care products than actually killing yourself.
Our wonderful MPs had five hours of debate and passed this thing through.
Any concerns have been dismissed and anyone showing concern on social media has seen the same sort of attacks from seemingly coordinated low follower, almost dormant accounts that are designed to suppress dissent – as used during Covid.
This country has followed the same path as the Netherlands, Belgium and Canada.
And we’re going to see the same issues.
And THAT is where you should be scared
https://smallthunderdog.blog/2023/02/11/in-the-end/
That link is the culmination of a multi-year struggle to safeguard my relatives from evil people who wanted all they had.
It was so close too. The money ran out before they could get power of attorney or get the house signed over to them.
And this has happened to so many people that it’s terrifying
A simple search shows article after article.
‘But there’ll be safeguards’ say the people behind the bill.
Yeah right.
Unless you’re a proxy – the below is from the act as passed at second reading this week
So a proxy can be somebody who has power of attorney over a vulnerable person, is named in their will and can now legally FUCKING KILL THEM.
None of our social services systems are linked up and crimes can and will be left uninvestigated by a police force if the perpetrator doesn’t live in their area.
That’s if anybody investigates an assisted death at all. It’ll all be legal.
I’ve watched a couple of friends die recently, they wanted more time even though they were so frail and the system tried to give them that time.
What if the finances don’t stack up for that? How much pressure will be applied to the already broken down and vulnerable ‘terminal’ patients? How many people will sign something they don’t understand?
How many poor bastards are going to have a last moment of lucidity as somebody kills them?
It’s a problem though.
We all want to die with dignity, perhaps heroically or romantically- just not in a chair or bed covered in our own shit.
So I want to hang on as long as I can, maybe Musk’s Neuralink will help with some of the problems of aging and dementia so that our minds don’t go and the decision will be truly our own.
Maybe the science fiction of Altered Carbon will be realised in our lifetime and death will be a pause in between bodies.
What happens to our souls – if we have them is an issue for that time.
What I do know is that killing people for convenience or finance reasons will erode whatever souls the medical people who do this have, that they’ll be indistinguishable from concentration camp doctors.
So – what can you do?
Make sure you have a will and that it’s difficult to change should you fall into the hands of those parasitic scum who’d wish you harm or those of ‘Health Professionals’ – make it clear that you have a codeword or phrase captured elsewhere that must be correct before anything can happen.
For me, I hope that if and when I do choose to die, it’ll truly be my choice and that I’ll hold true to the things that I believe deep down.
That I’ll remember that I once believed this by Tecumseh to be the model for my own death.
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
That I’ll go with the question of ‘what’s next? on my lips and that I’ll be ready for whatever that is.
Maybe just maybe, I’ll have got it right.
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