Well, the right to death with appropriate dignity champion is gone and there is no one to take the mantle, who would? I can champion the right for others and possibly myself to die but there are no initials after my name, there are none that would find comfort in my own method of passing before God sees fit to do it on his/her own.
I’m thinking a .380 or a 9mm – nothing bigger or smaller as that would be messier than necessary or potentially ineffective. Nothing would be worse than dying in a mental institution for the suicidal – being grouped around the ineffective teenage angst of daddy doesn’t get me or mommy wants me to pee sitting only – I would reccomend that you have pity on your loved ones and cover the joint in plastic and call 911 right before you pull the trigger.
Most people would want to go the good doctors way – peacefully and loaded on pain killers.
I just want to go out suddenly but I have a facination with being assassinated and my mother drempt of it and my son dreams of it – I wouldn’t mind going out like that – like an honest poet.
The last poet to be gunned down was WIllie Lee Bell Jr – in front of his Florida night club – Before that Garcia Lorca who is my own hero – just give me a government to stand against… oh, yeah, I have that – only it is better than Franco while being as deceiving as Castro at times.
oops – I may lose all followers for that one… Maybe I ought to admit I voted for him as well, maybe I ought to admit that he has been a disappointment but possibly still better than the given alternative but this is about assisted suicide and the right to end our own lives.
The death of Dr. K
Holy Allen
Happy birthday Holy Allen, Happy birthday Josephine,
may your poems and songs in heaven reach here where your voices are still needed most
the good doctor, dead today, heart stopped and body preparing for rest
today I go out shooting guns and laying waste at ranges to celebrate second amendment
remembering Holy Allen, Josephine and now the good Doctor…
we will all meet in Heaven if that be where I end.
a day in the life
was with the same insurance company for about 14 years on the cars and cycle. Last August when I bought a new bike they quoted me three times what the same policy had cost four years before on a then new bike of the same make and model – I didn’t go with them on that – when it came time for house and renter property insurance I went with the same company and although I thought it was high I went with it because what the fuck did I know – well just switched away from them and saved on the cars and houses about 1600 a year – haven’t switched the Harley insurance because as of right now I am insuring through Harley and who knows motorcycles better then they?WIth the former company I insured through they would up my premiums every six months and I had to call and negoiate the rates back down and usually prevailed in getting them lower than they were the 6 months previous – yea for me but what a waste of time every six months.
Lesson – want to save money? shop around the insurance and give the big names a try – they will surprise you. I did not go with any company that hadn’t been in the business for decades – nor did I go with any that advertised any specific or non-binding % off current coverage.
That is enough about the business side of life…
on the more fun side I have been on a lego building kick for a few weeks and am about to complete the Death Star which I received as a gift two Christmases ago. I love Lego and couldn’t think of any better way to wind down the extremely busy weeks that have compromised the last two months – well, Lego and going to the range tomorrow with a good friend, Kevin. We are partners in pain – physical pain, not mental – physical which fucks with us mentally continually.
Not the best poet and certainly not nearly as entertaining as Pearl or Micael – but it will have to do.
a poem perhaps?
the platitudes of willful resemblance 