730 days

Well, in 27 days it will be the start of the 730 countdown until March 17th, 2027.

March 17th, 2027 is the day in which we find out of the government of Canada has the fortitude to stand up to the chicken littles and allow fully competent adults suffering from mental illness to end their lives through Medical Assistance in Dying.

I took vacation time off work in March of 2023 with the hopes that I would have been able to make the application for Medical Assistance in Dying via my nurse practitioner.

But of course parliament caved at the last minute.

Parliament caved to well organized, and no doubt funded by American dark money, “grassroots” campaigns that had convinced enough Canadians that if M.A.i.D. was legalized for mental illness, that the government of Canada was just going to send white vans across the country murdering unsuspecting people who had mental illness.

M.A.i.D. for mental illness was pushed back until March 17th, 2024.

Took time off in March of 2024 as well only to find that Parliament pushed M.A.i.D. for mental illness back to March 17th, 2027. This time the general fear was that the government was going to start starving the disabled and thus forcing them to choose M.A.i.D. instead of living in poverty.

I wish that these concerned citizen groups would get as concerned about how the federal government, the Canadian Armed Forces, and the Department of Justice seem hellbent on keeping the child sexual abuse the children endured on military bases in Canada hidden away from the public eye.

Nope.

These people are so very concerned about grown adults making rational choices.

I’ll never understand what it is that gives people the right to assume that they know what’s the best for me based on their fear of death.

Are people afraid that if I die via M.A.i.D. at a time of my choosing that they’ll have to admit that I got severely fucked over by Captain Father Angus McRae and his accomplice?

Are people afraid of having to admit that I got severely fucked over by my military social worker, Captain Totzke?

Are people afraid of having to admit that life sucks in general and that some people get fucked over from the word go through no fault of their own?

My brain is so fucked beyond belief.

People have asked me why I’m not concerned about how my death would affect those that know me.

Well, my entire family is dead. So I don’t have to worry about that.

I don’t owe anyone at work anything.