Tuesday, November 4, 2008

. . . the rope!

Now don't forget the rope!

Hemlock Society Manual

At the doctor's office today I overheard one elderly woman say to another, "Now don't forget the rope." I imagined the last "nag" a wife might give a husband as he announced his intention to go to another world (suicide is on my mind since I have just been given some warm clothes from a couple who shared a house with someone who decided to leave planet Earth).

And then there is the tragedy of any election—that almost half the country doesn't get what it wanted.

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