The New Messiah

So back to Terri Schiavo. I have this strange feeling she's going to die today. Reports of her condition say that she is severely dehydrated with skin flaking, sunken eyes. Her parents lawyers are flying around the country filing suits in various courts. Today is probably Terri's day though.

Today, you see, is Good Friday. Could there be a better day than Good Friday for this new sacred cow. She is guaranteed to be the main dish at every Easter Sunday sermon in catholic and Christian society. Resurrected, if you will, her cause being put forth to the righteous, urging them to fight the Romans (Read: Democrats) and not to hide their true goodness (Read: Hypocritical homophoic self serving grandiose sense of entitlement.) Terri's story will be eviscerated, it's marrow sucked dry so we can pat our neighbors hands and say "How sad it is, how sad it is." It is sad that we live in a country that cannot leave people to their own devices, allowing them to die with some form of dignity, not be a circus animal for us to kiss when the cameras roll.