Efforts continue to villify Michael Schiavo. I guess it is hard to admit defeat, and thusly easier to lash out at the victors, but seriously. Schiavo’s attorney is right, a delay of 40 minutes and she’d have died. Hell, Mr. Schiavo might’ve been better off letting that happen 15 years ago instead of trying to save his wife: at least then he wouldn’t have had to deal with all this. Oddly, however, it’s the AP story that pisses me off the most:
Terri Schiavo died March 31 from dehydration after her feeding tube was disconnected at her husband’s request, despite unsuccessful efforts by her parents, Bush and others to keep her alive.
No, she didn’t die of dehydration, she died of brain-rot caused by a heart attack that happened over a decade ago. Oh, sure, she’s been nominally breathing since then, but there’s a goddamn reason that brain-death is considered the medically relevant bit. So fuck you, Jeb, and fuck your pro-”life” companions, and fuck Terri Schiavo’s idiot parents just for good measure. The vegetable is dead, let it go. Christ.
