Terri Schiavo (neé Schindler) - 1963-2005

All over the world and in cyberspace, the sad story of 2 families over a comatose woman has fuelled heated debate between those who wanted Terri to live and those who wanted her to die with dignity.

I'm torn between these 2 schools of thought, mainly because of the stress of keeping someone alive and praying for a cure, while at the same time trying to ease the suffering and maybe hasten a peaceful, painless death.

I've been there before whem my dad fell ill back in 1996. And I've been there when he suffered the aortal dissection that eventually killed him in 2002.

For me, it was hellish to see a previously strong-willed man suffer like that - with tubes and electrodes keeping him alive and monitoring every aspect of his most vital signs.

But in this case there was hope, and hope against hope, that Dad might recover, for he had such a strong will to live - maybe much stronger that I ever thought.

In Terri's case, things were much different and way more twisted.

I suspect that Michael Schiavo either a) gave up hope; b) assumed that his wife wanted to die anyway - many years too late after the fact; c) wanted to get his hands on some money after she expired; d) is a fucking idiot; or e) one smart, devious cocksucker.

I suspect that Bob and Mary Schindler - Terri's 'rents - either a) were too naive at the time when the courts allowed Michael Schiavo guardianship over their daughter; b) underestimated their daughter's true health at the time Schiavo assumed guardianship; c) hired some pretty incompetant lawyers to handle such a serious case; d) were too nice about the situation to be taken seriously; or e) have been taken for ignorant, senile old people by the courts that listened to their case.

And I suspect the courts either a) were caught in a serious lose-lose situation; b) were to lazy to care; c) thought they knew waht was best for everyone; d) were incompetant as fuck; e) were ignorant as fuck; or f) were played like a fine antique Stradivarius by Michael Schiavo's attorney, George Felos - who I'm quite sure was paid more than just mucho bank to represent Mikey.

To make the sad ending even worse, Michael Schiavo barred Terri's family from seeing her at the last moments of her life. That act, in itself, was cruel.

For now, there shall be an autopsy done, funeral arrangements - definitively the whole nine yards. There will yet be another dispute over where Terri shall be buried and how the final act shall be carried out - that's another sad story altogether.

But when everything has been said and done, there will be questions asked and fingers pointed in accusation. And in the very end, some heads are going to roll.

My sympathies and respects go out to the Schindlers: Terri now has the peace and happiness she deserves.

And to Michael Schiavo: here's hoping that you have had your way and you're now glad it's over and done. Have fun with you new life and your new wife. Enjoy the money. Enjoy the attention.

And fuck you.

(PS: why such surly attitude? Check out this article by the Right Wing Rocker and a list of what was very wrong about this whole, sad affair. I never really trusted Michael Schiavo in his handling of Terri: now I respect him even less.

End rant. NEXT!)

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Politics Make People Stupid: the Race Card vs. Michelle Malkin

(written 17 Jan 2005)

I should've known Michelle Malkin was Pinay, considering that I'm half-Ilongo.

But anyways... when it comes to the war between the Right and the Wrong, no words, diatribe, slander or invective are spared.

And when it comes to "minority" commentators and activists on either side, tribal insults get a little bit out of hand.

For example, Michelle Malkin and her Wrong Wing counterpart Margaret Cho (who happens to be Korean, not Chinese, FYI) have received letters criticising their respective political platforms. It's one thing to say "You're wrong, Woman!" It's a brand new ballgame when you say something like this...

You're just a Manilla whore shaking your ass and waiting for the Republican fleet to come in, aren't you? You've even got the lip gloss about right. Maybe if you love sailor long time, he bring you home to big American house? I don't think so. Just like in Manilla, Honey, they'll pass you around 'til they've all shot their load in you, and then they'll try to scrub off the stench so they can sail off in their crisp, white uniforms to the land of W.A.S.P.

Or this...

YOU FAT CHINK BITCH!! HOW DARE YOU CRITICIZE THIS PRESIDENT. YOU AND YOUR SEXUALLY DEVIATE FRIENDS COULDN'T CLEAN HIS SHOES. I ESPECIALLY LIKE YOUR WELL INFORMED ARGUMENTS AGAINST THE PRESIDENT'S POLICIES, YEA, "BUSH SUCKS" IS A REAL ARGUMENT WINNER. YOUR IGNORANCE AND VULGARITY ARE ALMOST COMPATIBLE TO YOUR LAME ACTING ABILITIES. YOU AND MOBY DESERVE ONE ANOTHER.

Of course, these are 2 of the fine examples of political discourse in the U.S. of A. The first quote was aimed at Malkin for her support of Bush while the second was fired at Cho for her Democrat sympathies.

One thing I discovered about the comments section on politically-oriented blogs is the tendancy for everyone to run off the fingertips (vis-à-vis the mouth) in the heat of the moment. When it comes to opposing pundits with certain physical features (Michael Moore) or visible ethnic features (Cho, Malkin, Al Sharpton), the desktop pundits throw their insult generators into maximum overdrive.

But what if, let's say, 2 Pinoys/Pinays (or Jews, or Negroes, or fat guys, or queers, or dykes, or Koreans) of differing political viewpoints square off in cyberspace? Chances are that they would spare no slur to denigrate each other. So the two Blacks would call each other "Uncle Tom", "Aunt Jemima" or "dumb-ass Nigga" as part of political debate. The same would go for "disgrace to the race", "an embarrasment to the faith", "you fat fuck tub of shit" or even "race traitor", gradually straying from the original discourse until it would degenerate to grade-school-level name-calling.

In the wake of John Kerry's well-deserved defeat, the level of invective seems to have risen and conspiracy theorists run amok pointing fingers at anyone with some level of intelligence. But the political junkies inhabiting the deep dark recesses of blogdom have maintained their consistency in hurling flame after flame against their foes, both real and imagined. But what would drive those junkies to play the Race Card against the visible "minorities" in cyberspace.

I have a few reasons of my own...

• They probably had a couple too many under the belt. As an ancient saying goes, "In veritas vino" - "Wine brings out the truth". You know... the good old liquid courage. The looser you get, the more dangerous you become at the keyboard. One small insult would become on small insult too many and then you wind up firing on all cylinders, all at once. So what if you hurt that person's feelings in the process - you're fighting the enemy, right?
  


• Some of my friends are... but you're... Yes, Liberals are supposed to "love" everyone. But if you're a sober conservative, a Lib under the influence will have you for lunch. And if you're one of colour, you're game for the enemy, especially one of the same ethnic background fuelled by a few wets/tokes/rails/nasty migraines.
  
  But even worse... if the person were to be of a different race who have like-minded friends from your tribe, that opponent would tag you as a possible "race traitor". And yes... the same would go for Right vs. Left, Gay vs. Straight, Righties vs. Southpaws: you get the picture. The more your heart is into your rabble rousing, the more reckless you become, hence - you become your own worst enemy.
  
  
• "I hate myself - BUT I HATE YOU EVEN MORE!" Those people who see themselves as failures tend to blame the ones who've proven to be succeses. In the world of online politics, the conflict can get bloody.
  
  If you were proven wrong by someone, you'd do one of 2 things
  
  
  1. apologise and stand yourself corrected; or
     
  2. tell the opponent to go fuck...
     
     • himself;
       
     • herself;
       
     • itself; or
       
     • a duck.
  
  Those who are politically obsessed would spare no effort in denigrating the enemy. Lacking any other backup plan, the junkie would degenerate into a name-calling hooligan, full of fire but empty of soul and intelligence. And speaking of intelligence...
  
  
• "Issue? What issue." C'mon, it has always been "us" against "them". Issues don't seem to matter any especially since a member of your tribe has taken "their" side instead of "ours". Fuck the issue and slag the shitskinned papist bastard. It's much easier than attacking with facts, especially after doing the abovementioned intoxicants.
  

Lost in all this jumbled mumbo-jumbo is fact that when someone hides behind the keyboard, that person becomes bulletproof - think of every blogging and commenting cybernaut as a Neo. Maybe this illusion of anonymity granted to the poster is the cause for all this politically-motivated racial stupidity - a drive-by using browsers and e-mail clients as weapons of mass disruption. The perceived invincibility provided by this distance between user and server only intensifies the user's level of vitriol with each blog article - I'm just as guilty of it as the next person.

Which brings me to this conclusion: try and get a life outside the confines of your desktop/notebook PC. Meet new people, even if it means going to a restaurant and trying to chat up the hottest server that you could've ever laid eyes on. Read a book. Watch t.v. Get a job - any job, even if it's temping out here and there. There is a world outside of blogspace. Get used to it and get out there.

And on that note, leave Michelle Malkin alone, will ya?

Happy Easter, you beasties!

If I weren't diabetic, I'd grab 2 big honking chocolate bunnies - 1 dark and 1 white - and a box of Cadbury Easter Creme eggs and get myself into a major sugar shock.

Since I'm incapable of surviving all this, you can all do that for me!

And don't forget to brush and floss!

Who's worse? Scott Petersonor Michael Schiavo?

As everyone knows too damn well, Terri Schiavo (neé Schindler), in a vegetative state after suffering a heart attack in 1990, had her feeding tube removed by a court order.

Right about now the Left and the Right are tossive missives regarding who has the right to determine Terri's fate: her parents or her husband who recently admitted to an extramarital affair and has 2 kids during this ordeal.

Of course, I find this sad, depressing soap-opera a little bit overwhelming so I checked out the timeline to sort this insane shit out.

Meanwhile, Scott Peterson is awaiting the "hangman" (California has lethal injection - is there a rope shortage in that state or what?) after being found guilty of murdering his pregnant wife, Laci. This waste of human tissue apparently did not want to work for a living and wanted to be a professional playboy.

Interestingly enough, Michael doesn't seem to have anything else on the go, either.

This makes for a little bit of a comparison between these 2 loving, caring examples of husbandry. But first, click here for something a little bit - uh - eerie.

There: y'all feeling better?

The only difference may be that Mr. Shiavo is a little more adept at sucking the right cock to get what he believes what his languishing wife "wanted": starvation.

Laci, on the other hand, never voiced any opinion on what she wanted in case something were to happen: that decision was already made up for her well in advance.

And anyways, poor hottie Scotty would never want to get on his knees to earn a better deal.

Maybe Mr. Schiavo (who shall henceforth be referred to as "S") should've given some thought about what he wanted done if anything were to happen. Maybe he should've gotten a little more sensitive about the woman he married and was supposed to cherish, in sickness and in health until death do them part.

Well, the Schindlers should've known that this S dude would turn out to be such a shithead. And I wouldn't blame them, although they also should've known better than to let the court give asshole guardianship over Terri. And of course the conservative bloggers are cooking up various conspiracy theories about Mikey, such as the one presented by some Army specialist right here...

Why is Michael Schiavo so concerned? It's not over the pain. It's over what's left of the $20 million. The day after he won that judgement, he probably started wanting Terri taken off the machinery and planted somewhere six feet under.

Now, she just won't die. Michael Schiavo is watching his lawsuit swag melt away like the sands in an hourglass. He thought he'd won it all and hit the jackpot. He must have figured he could plant poor Terri, pocket the green and take up permanently with his newest rent-a-skank.

Well if Shithead wanted to ditch his wife for some skanky tart, he could've dumped her off on the in-laws and go his merry own way.

But it's all about the money, right? That lawsuit money seemed too good to pass up, eh?

If Playboy Peterson had a fraction of the brains that Slick Mick Shiavo posseses, he would've had his floozie Amber Frye jerking off his load onto a pile of Dead Presidents. Apparently, intelligence is probably the greatest separator between these two caring gentlemen.

Meanwhile, Terri's parents have exhausted all their appeals to have her back on the feeding tube that has kept her alive for the past 15 years. For some strange reason, Michael Schiavo and his attorney managed to convince the courts to kill her off.

As I said before, Michael Schiavo is quite the cocksucker. And don't you forget it.