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March 22, 2005
heaven can wait
As Terri Schiavo is slowly and agonizingly losing her life, statements coming from Michael Schiavo, her estranged husband, suggest he's coming unhinged. The St. Petersburg Times quotes him lashing out at lawmakers in Washington. He says,
Have they ever met her? What color are her eyes? What's her middle name? What's her favorite color? They don't have any clue who Terri is. They should all be ashamed of themselves.
Notice the use of the present tense. Terri is, not Terri was. What is her middle name. What color are her eyes. What is her favorite color. So she is still around, and still apparently prefers some color above the others.
Then there is another quote from Mr. Schiavo: "Terri died 15 years ago." Whoa, stop the car, Mike, I thought we just decided Terri is still around for "little slithering snake" Tom Delay to not know her eye color. Sounds like wishful thinking to me, Mikey.
But then comes the real kicker, the coup de grace, the bat in the belfry. Michael Schiavo, not content to have contradicted himself in two adjacent utterances, reaches down deep inside, and delivers this bewildering lode stone of involuted unlogic: "It's time for her to be with the Lord like she wanted to be." Oh my, breathe. Think. Process...begin again: "It's time [meaning now] for her to be with the Lord [ummmmmm, you mean like heaven and stuff? B'cuz, you just said she died fifteen years ago. I mean, we've all heard the jokes about standing in line at heaven's gates, and slipping St. Peter a c-note for a booth with a view, but c'mon, seriously, you gotta wait fifteen years after you die to be with your Lord?] like she wanted to be [oh. How about that. We're back to past tense again. Terri has a favorite color, but somehow does not presently want, but in the past wanted to be with her Lord].
I got a news flash for you, Mick. Terri's Lord is with her now. Your language reveals your own frame of mind with regard to Terri. You don't really think she's dead, but you're trying to kill her. And her Lord is aware of this. So please, leave all this new-found theologicalishiveness talk to people who are better equipped to know what they're saying, such as, for instance, anybody who isn't trying to kill his disabled, helpless wife.
Posted by joel at March 22, 2005 01:26 AM
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hey, i actually wrote a poem about this broad a couple of years ago...i didn't know that it was still ongoing...figured they'd have found the decency to let her go. anywho...when i find the poem i'll let you know.
Posted by: lukas abrhm at March 23, 2005 09:35 PM
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