Just for the record, even after I'm dead, I am NOT done with it-- my bod-- thank you very much. And before I was breathing air, I was using it then, too. So, keep your mitts off of me, dammit!
I've thought long and hard about how I would like my remains to repose in the Big Sleep, and having some New Jersey dentist and his toadies hacksawing on my jaw is not part of the plan.
I thought, "how does someone come to think that this is somehow okay-- even for money?" Seriously, how did we get to this place of monstrosity? We pride ourselves as civilized folks who don't eat their dead or their enemies unless they are rugby players.
You didn't see that line get crossed, did you? Well, yes, you did if you've been alive longer than Atari.
But I'll ask you, Slackers, what little series of lines do you think get crossed in the human mind and heart, to bring someone to such a state? I'm not saying it's new, I'm saying it's not surprising:
God is dead.
What is ethical is defined by the situation. (Thanks, AP English teacher!)
Nobody knows when life begins.
It's not a baby, it's parasitic tissue.
Nobody should get the death penalty for taking another life.
There is no such thing as a soul, you superstitious religious freaks.
Life is precious, but we won't defend it or let you defend yourself.
We're no better, morally, than animals. Just a teeny bit more evolved.
In fact, animals are more moral than we.
Really, we are simply a virus on the planet.
We are just parasitic tissue on this planet. Meat bags.
Gaia is God.
And she hates you for being born and breathing her air.
So please die already so we can use your body parts.
Maybe really it was just a simple case of New Jersey logic: "you'll pay me how much?!"