As a preface to this piece, allow me to take some time to state, in bold faced print:

IF I AM EVER IN A VEGETATIVE STATE, OR ANY COMPARABLE STATE, NEVER EVER PULL THE PLUG! TAKE EVERY SINGLE EXTRAORDINARY MEASURE TO KEEP ME ALIVE, AND TO HELL WITH WHAT MY SPOUSE HAS TO SAY!!! (OF COURSE THE BITCH WOULD PROBABLY WANT ME DEAD!)*

*unless if I got into that state while trying to commit suicide. Then let me die. Hell, finish the job for me!

Now, America is polarized yet again. That's getting so commonplace in this "post September the 11th" (as Bushitter would say) that it almost makes me want to hop on a bicycle and hightail my ass to the lonely middle-ground of American sentiment. In this latest hot-button scenario, a husband and a biological family fight bitterly over the silent living corpse of a flesh-and-blood woman whose inability to speak up for herself has created a miasma of strong opinions in what amounts to a convoluted "right-to-die" case.

This case did not come to light recently (it's been going on for over ten years), but as time runs out in the life of Terri Schiavo (and she may be dead as of this writing), the media has turned the story into a circus (imagine that). With parents and siblings desperate to see their daughter live, and a husband desperate to turn a blind eye as she starves to death, The Schiavo-Schindler debacle has emerged as one of our more colorful reality shows of the season.

Here's a groovy perspective on things!

Michael Schiavo is a scumbag whose wife Terri went into this persistent vegetative state as a result of an eating disorder shortly after they married. I am willing to bet that this callous husband made Terri's weight an issue, causing her eating disorder. He is obviously not some knight in shining armor, since he left her bedside to go off and bang some other broad (who should write up a living will, if she hasn't already, since Mr. Schiavo has a history of voraciously chasing his spouse's demises).

Schiavo stands to make over one million dollars in profit from Terri's death. Not a bad haul for destroying someone's self-image, causing their anorexia, and then forcing her parents to watch her starve to death as he goes home, eats dinner, drinks some tasty beverages and gets laid with his new girl.

Meanwhile, the parents and siblings get to say goodbye to their daughter, lose faith in our court system's ability to protect life, and forever regret offering their sweetheart's hand in marraige to a scumbag.

Now, the pro-lifers, those ever-vigilant christian soldiers, can wring their hands in front of the hospice that houses the "dead woman sitting." They can pray their little prayers, beseech their puppet president, but all the Bush's horses and all the Bush's men cannot put a respect for life back in American again.

The lefties can sit back and allow her to starve, since liberals only protect things that can protect themselves (yet don't). They ignore the cases like this. Terri's life is not as important as a child-murderer on death row. They, like Pilot, wash their hands of her starvation-murder.

And Michael Schiavo can sit back, breath a sigh of relief, buy some nice things with Terri's blood money and wait until he dies to find his place in Hell. It would be rather ironic if some of these homicidal pro-lifers that usually bomb abortion clinics would kidnap him, crazy glue his mouth shut, and then tie him to a chair until he starves to death himself. But they aren't ever that cool.

Then again, maybe a particularly impressionable moral-psycho reads this essay...and a seed is planted...

RIP Terri Schiavo. We hardly knew ye!