Yea, so I have very little to talk about this week.

I know, how can that be?

I live an adventurous live filled with … adventure!

I mean, I have gone to 2 new dinning establishments this very week, and to boot they were both good!

Well now, I guess I have a starting point now don’t I?

Thursday night La Wife and I went out to a restaurant in Downtown Orlando called The Crooked Bayou.

It was just a little hole in the wall bar … it had some darn good food though!

Friday night, La Wife Haggatha, and Husband of Haggatha went to a place called Rangeland Road.

It is an Irish inspired place.

It had 2 guys singing, one with a guitar and one with a violin.

Then in them middle of the room there was a small stage where a girl would come out and dance.

Fun was had by most!

PS: Thanks for the appetizer!

Back to something though that was on my mind this week.

What’s the difference between suicide and refusing medical treatment?

More to the point, if I have terminal cancer why can’t I kill my self a more user friendly way other then pain and suffering?

Why can’t I go off and go to a wonderful place and plunge myself in the head with a piece of rebar?

I can refuse treatment though and that means the same thing right?

I want to die and have found a way to make it happen … but it isn’t suicide?

So why not let me die the way I choose instead of some long drawn out painful way?

Go ahead and say because with a terminal thing such as Cancer, it is natural and God’s choice … I still end up on a metal table with a giant Y cut into my chest in the end so why not let me go my way?

Moving on …

That’s just one side of it though now isn’t it?

At what point is it OK to put a person down?

We do it to animals when they are suffering and there is no hope.

Lets say a child is born into a pain stricken body that we know will only have a few hours or days to live at best.

Should we have the doctors come in and pull the tubes off the child just to save the parents from the pains of growing more attached?

Should we pull the plug because in an attempt to save the money it costs to keep the dead alive for just a few hours longer?

How about the girl who is missing ¾ or her brain and lives completely off of life support with absolutely no brain movement because that part of there brain is not damaged, but GONE?

What is the point to keeping this person alive?

Is it even alive?

Dear God, that is one of my nightmares is to be in that kind of condition.

I would be thinner though … you know with the liquid diet … is it worth getting washed by strangers and never getting to watch Scrubs though?

All of that just because the parents refuse to give up hope … so they lock her soul into a dead body for 30+ years.

Yea people, guess what, not me!

If I go down with no hope of recovery, give my peeps time to come say goodbye for their benefits and then pull the cord!

Take me to the crematorium and then throw me in a river somewhere!

Mind you there is a method to this madness … On Judgment Day when all the bodies rise from the graves, I figure it will take me a few days if not years to reform.

So, I can go to the end of the line and wait it out.

I then hope that they will be so tired of and ready to stop reading all the sins that they will just wave me past …

I gotta have a back up plan peeps, because we all know I am not getting in on merit!

Then in another direction on the same topic, sorta, we also have the people who keep there parents alive well past there expiration dates.

All this as they fight about there parents Will’s so that their siblings don’t get that one special something or other.

Guess what Evil Sister, I don’t even like our parents but if it helps keep them from being forced to suffer through a soul ripping existence of seeing the light and being held back by tubes and cords so that they can’t make it to it … you can have it all.

My parents don’t have a lot … well they don’t have a little either but that’s not the point.

What is there’s, is there’s and not mine though.

They earned it and got it, and in the end although they cannot take it with them, it still isn’t mine.

What makes me think that I deserve my fathers $11.00 in loose change more then his wife, step children and or my sister?

Or even his best friend who he collected it with over the years from the loose change after buying lunch every day together?

Things are just things yes, but they are also memories.

It might not seem like anything to you, but it might mean the world to me … or more so to that person on E-Bay …

I have earned very little over my 30 plus years here.

Guess what, it all goes to La Wife and she can decide what to do with it … I might give my comics to that un-named military guy I know, but if not she can take them down and sell them for … add this … carry that … divide by … a T-Shirt at the comic book store.

Or she can take them to the orphanage and give them to the kids, it doesn’t matter to me.

That’s how I look at it though, and that’s probably wrong in the eyes of a lot of people.

We will say, hum who is my old go to girl, Paris Hilton!

She might when her parents die go to court screaming that she has earned her inheritance.

How?

She was born into that family so that makes it right?

Let’s say her parent’s give it all to charity.

You know that she would, I’m sorry she might, then go get 100 attorneys to find a loophole and then start slandering her parents saying that they were not all with it and the charity that got the money tricked and/or fooled them into signing over all the money.

What right does she have to say this?

She didn’t earn it in any way shape of form.

Just like what right do you have to take what isn’t yours, or keep someone form moving on to the peaceful rest of time?

Greed my Murderers, I tell you Greed!

So I leave you with this …