Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


My living will

After all of the Terri Schiavo stuff, I thought it might be best to have a living will. A friend of mine sent one to me, so I did some tweaking and this is what I came up with.

I, Army of Mom, being of sound mind and body (don't laugh), do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means. Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hand of peckerwood politicians who couldn't pass ninth-grade biology if their lives depended on it. If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to sit up and ask for a bellini, it should be presumed that I won't do so ever again. When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my spouse, children and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes and call it a day. Under no circumstances shall the members of the Legislature enact a special law to keep me on life-support machinery. It is my wish that these boneheads mind their own damn business. Under no circumstances shall any politicians butt into this case. It is my wish that they play politics with someone else's life and leave me alone to die in peace. I couldn't care less if a hundred religious zealots send e-mails to legislators in which they pretend to care about me. I don't know these people, and I certainly haven't authorized them to preach and/or crusade on my behalf. They should mind their own damn business, too. If any of my family goes against my wishes and turns my case into a political cause, I hereby promise to come back from the grave and make his or her existence a living hell.


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