we carve out many exceptions. The easiest path, which the law chose, was to define any death other than there is the the dead body as homicide and carve out exceptions. Imagine the opposite- it’s not homicide unless we mention it. There would be thousands of exceptions, simplistic being warfare. The law states it as the most convenient way to deal with death, everything is homicide until proved otherwise. It’s why coroners are needed in what is routine. Again, war is homicide and we carve out exception for the soldier. It’s not a new thing, it’s the way we construct experience. You may want to play with semantics which would lead to all soldiers being homicidal killers. The carve out of MAID is about suffering. All it what you want to, it is about ending suffering in someone with an incurable illness leading to decline and suffering. Period.
I intend to do MAiD myself just as soon as possible. I hate this planet and if I had the guts I would off myself. It’s an alternative that would make it better for me and everyone else involved with my miserable existence.
Thank you for taking the initiative and time to comment. Fuck The world. I don’t want to be here anymore and I don’t need to be here anymore. My kids are grown (one is already dead of fentanyl poisoning). My wife will have money and less heartache if I am gone. I really don’t care about the world anymore. This is NOT how I felt ten years ago. Feelings change and perhaps even this one will too, but it’s excruciating for me to keep waking up. I don’t want to wake up anymore. Thank you for your kind words. It’s going to take far more than kind words this time for my desire to improve, however. Every single day I pray that I don’t awaken tomorrow. And every single day when I awaken my desire to leave this utterly useless life increases. It’s pitiful and sad, but it’s real and getting unbearable. It’s not because I’m destitute or penniless or even stupid and helpless. I just can’t surmount the uselessness of the existence. It is no longer enjoyable or meaningful or even necessary in my estimation. It’s a waste of air. I’m done. Life is a gift. I want to return it to wherever it belongs.
I think you'll see that I've agreed that MAiD does met the legal definition of homicide. Will you take me up on clarifying exactly what claim you are making? Other than defining a word that I've just agreed to.
we carve out many exceptions. The easiest path, which the law chose, was to define any death other than there is the the dead body as homicide and carve out exceptions. Imagine the opposite- it’s not homicide unless we mention it. There would be thousands of exceptions, simplistic being warfare. The law states it as the most convenient way to deal with death, everything is homicide until proved otherwise. It’s why coroners are needed in what is routine. Again, war is homicide and we carve out exception for the soldier. It’s not a new thing, it’s the way we construct experience. You may want to play with semantics which would lead to all soldiers being homicidal killers. The carve out of MAID is about suffering. All it what you want to, it is about ending suffering in someone with an incurable illness leading to decline and suffering. Period.
I intend to do MAiD myself just as soon as possible. I hate this planet and if I had the guts I would off myself. It’s an alternative that would make it better for me and everyone else involved with my miserable existence.
I’m so sorry you feel this way, but the world is better with you in it
Thank you for taking the initiative and time to comment. Fuck The world. I don’t want to be here anymore and I don’t need to be here anymore. My kids are grown (one is already dead of fentanyl poisoning). My wife will have money and less heartache if I am gone. I really don’t care about the world anymore. This is NOT how I felt ten years ago. Feelings change and perhaps even this one will too, but it’s excruciating for me to keep waking up. I don’t want to wake up anymore. Thank you for your kind words. It’s going to take far more than kind words this time for my desire to improve, however. Every single day I pray that I don’t awaken tomorrow. And every single day when I awaken my desire to leave this utterly useless life increases. It’s pitiful and sad, but it’s real and getting unbearable. It’s not because I’m destitute or penniless or even stupid and helpless. I just can’t surmount the uselessness of the existence. It is no longer enjoyable or meaningful or even necessary in my estimation. It’s a waste of air. I’m done. Life is a gift. I want to return it to wherever it belongs.
That breaks my heart and I do hope one day that regardless of the pain you see you have a real place here.
Hope is shit on a stick.
I think you'll see that I've agreed that MAiD does met the legal definition of homicide. Will you take me up on clarifying exactly what claim you are making? Other than defining a word that I've just agreed to.