Friday, April 01, 2005

Day Three

Well, they say it happens in threes: me, Schiavo, and now the Pope. Damn, I'm in good company these days. Too bad I won't get to meet either of them. I'm not allowed visitors.

Does anybody have some iced tea? I like that Lipston instant shit in the jar. I could use a couple aspirin too. I still have a splitting headache.

Hey, riddle me this, ladies and gentlemen of the jury: why did the Pontiff say it was a bad idea for Schiavo to be taken off life-sustaining equipment yet he opted out of such measures for himself, preferring to pass his last agonizing hours at home, in his apartment, in bed?

Just something to think about.

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