Looking for Reasons to Kill You

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The British Medical Assn. has issued “guidelines”–hold on to your hats!–to relatives of seriously ill and non-communicating hospital patients, asking them to “trawl through” their loved one’s emails, Tweets, and Facebook postings to find “any indication that they may want to die” (https://www.wnd.com/2019/01/new-medical-warning-your-social-media-comments-could-get-you-killed/).

In 2017 they put a patient to death based on an email she sent her daughter in 2013. Recalling her father’s dementia, the woman told her daughter, “Get the pillow ready if I get that way.” Interpreting this as a green light, hospital authorities pulled the plug on life support and killed the patient.

One thing they’re not telling us is how far back they want patients’ kin to “trawl,” looking for some kind of “I wish I were dead” remark. Like, what did you say when no one asked you to the prom? When you peed your pants in kindergarten and all the other kids found out? When you lost your job at 40 and couldn’t find another?

Some of my readers believe there is a section of the world’s ruling class that seriously wants to depopulate the earth, and is taking steps toward that end. I’ve always resisted that suspicion, on the grounds that being a tyrant is no fun unless you’ve got a lot of people to pick on, the more the merrier.

But Satan would like to see us all dead, and God’s world a lifeless, blackened shell. And don’t waste your breath trying to tell me the Far Left Crazy isn’t satanist. Not to mention all those people who say they don’t believe in Satan, but serve him anyway.

Again we ask–can the human race survive humanism?

In Christ alone we can. And will.

Off Yourself in Style

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So what’s the humanist death cult up to?

Well, at the annual Amsterdam Funeral wingding, an “euthanasia activist” from Australia displayed his hot new suicide machine (https://www.yahoo.com/news/suicide-machine-draws-crowds-amsterdam-funeral-show-215726881.html). Hey, this is a gas! Literally. You climb in, close the hatch, get comfy, press the button, and the thing fills up with nitrogen gas and you’re history.

As the inventor explains, it’s a basic human right to snuff yourself whenever you please. Somehow you don’t have a right not to take part in a “gay wedding,” but you have a right to kill yourself if you get up on the wrong side of the bed on any given morning.

Imagine, that’s your life: a euthanasia activist.

Let me see if I can remember this poem by Dorothy Parker…

Guns are noisy, nooses give,/ gas smells awful, you might as well live. I’ll bet I’ve messed it up, but you get the point.