Rash Promises

Remembering an excellent film I saw years ago, in which a Polish aristocrat engaged in one of the wars with the Turks, with great chivalry, but dubious theology, politely declined the amorous hospitality of a lady on the grounds that he had promised the Mother of God that he would abstain from such until he had decapitated three Turks with one slash of his sabre, which act of martial prowess he had so far failed to accomplish, I declare:

That I am not and am unlikely ever to be, in possession of a firearm.

That I do have a large and admirably sharp axe, for cutting firewood.

That should the foul emissaries of the Lifetime Options Directorate (as yet, a figment of my inflamed imagination, but coming soon) or its squalid successors ever find me with the intention of subjecting me to 'euthanasia', I will do my utmost to subject them to cacothanasia.

I do not trust my eye for decapitation enough to swipe off three heads at a stroke, but I will, as my strength allows, make a bloody mess of as many of them as possible.

Think on't.

Euthanasia in the U.K. as no doubt you had guessed

A Brief Encounter has a frightening post today about the "Liverpool Care Pathway". It is well worth reading, and then following the link to the Daily Telegraph report.

It seems that medical practitioners, nurses, whoever, are deciding who should die, when, and how.

How long before the Lifetime Options Directorate becomes a reality?