OK, everybody? Listen up. Over in the land of windmills and tulips they are steadily taking leave of their senses. You can smoke dope out in the open. You can buy yourself a whipping or a skipping or whatever you have the money for, now. As a matter of fact, about the only places that aren’t red light districts are the ones still under water, and you might, for the right kind of money work a deal there. And, most disturbingly, you can hire someone to “off” your own sweet self for just about any reason you can think of. This ain’t Oregon where they do it right so no mistakes are made with panels and reviews, and stuff, you know. Although out in Oregon I understand that they’re trying harder than Avis to out kill the Dutch.
Anyway, I read this morning that some old dame in “Tulipia” was recently relieved of life because, as the article will tell you: “she was suffering from being alive.” WHAT??? Who doesn’t from time to time? Well, actually, she was “suffering” from failing eyesight, specifically macular degeneration. You want to know something? The last person I knew with that condition died a natural death at the age of 99 after having lived a full and active life all those years. You will read that the lady so kindly treated to a dirt nap in what has to be one of the most lucrative places in the world for an undertaker, herself was an intelligent and cultured person, and interested in what was going on around her. Oh, well.
I wonder if she called for bids. I wonder if the yellow pages in the Dutch phone books, where Dopers and Escorts have got to be a big item, have a section now for Easy Exit Assistance, or some such.
Of course the stupids in the Netherlands (so aptly named, eh?) are guilty of the sin of murder. But, that’s not a Capital (or Deadly) Sin. There are seven of those, children.
I will give a Holy Picture of Jesus on the Cross to every one who can identify and explain which of the Seven Deadly Sins have been committed by: The People of the Netherlands who have adopted this policy, the “ethics” dummies who figured out it was just fine thank you to off yourself, and get our happy help to do it, and, finally the doctors and nurses who actually juiced the old broad,and are only too compassionately interested in doing the same for anyone else “suffering from living”, sick kids and , well, just about anyone who wants to, for any reason they want to give, or none at all.
There’s a reason for this particular prize. You see, aside from my rather hard edged and crudely insolent, sarcastic and cynical presentation of this really tragic and disgraceful little story I am horrified by it, frankly. You will read that several thousands of people were murdered in Holland last year, and the people over there thought it was good that that happened. They are actually thinking of more ways to do it…as they are in Oregon and several other places over here. I think about that and I see the monster Satan rising from some hole to devour them, and I want to weep. I really do. I am afraid for us…and you should be too.
I think the answer to my question is all seven of them: Pride, Anger, Envy, Lust, Avarice, Gluttony and Sloth. But you may not agree. In which case work away. But quickly. You do not know the hour. Unless you live in the so chillingly named NETHERLANDS.
I think I need to pray, now. Will you join me?
I didn’t know that one of the members of the Dutch Royal family was seriously injured in a skiing accident in the Alps a couple of weeks ago; buried in an avalanche. It seems that he is in a deep coma; possibly never to recover. If that happens, he will spend the rest of his life in a PVS..a Permanent Vegetative State; like a cabbage, maybe, or a potato, or a tulip. In the Netherlands these days it not the common practice to allow anything but cabbages, potatoes and tulips to remain that way. Pussycats, puppy dogs and people are allowed to die.
Unless your family has the money to put you somewhere else; a place where the people don’t suffer so much from moral macular degeneration and life. In this case the Prince is in England, where the blight has not yet reached.