Don’t expect anything profound from this post. This is just my view on life and death.
Life is something that we all experience. But we all experience it differently.
Only a complete tool would expect that everyone else would have life experiences similar to their own.
To me, life is what exists from the time that you’re conceived until the time you die. There is nothing before, and there is nothing after.
This life is all that you get.
Where you end up in life is determined greatly by where you start off in life.
I get a lot of people telling me that my fascination with death is unhealthy and that I should be thankful for the life that I have.
There is nothing for me to be thankful for.
I’m not the result of some divine miracle.
3.7 billion years of evolution has insured that reproduction works fairly reliable.
My father fucked my mother, his sperm fertilized one of her eggs.
My father didn’t have to pass any tests. Neither did my mother.
There’s about 7.5 billion examples of sexual intercourse existing on this planet.
There is no divine creator.
The human brain is a curious thing. It needs answers. It doesn’t like being without answers. When it can’t discover the correct answer the human brain has no problem detouring into the land of make believe to create answers. Not knowing the answers causes the human brain a lot of stress and panic.
This is why humans have known over 3,000 imaginary friends in the sky that are responsible for or can be blamed for every aspect of human existence.
It wasn’t until the 1570s to 1580s that it was discovered that women had eggs and men had sperm. This is why historically religions had viewed women as nothing more than walking and talking incubators that simply allowed the man’s baby batter to grow into a human baby.
This is why masturbation for boys and men was always seen as wasting “god’s” precious seed, but menstruation by women was seen as just a filthy unclean punishment for eating a fucking apple. The fucking inbred goat herders couldn’t have possibly known that the woman was eliminating an unfertilized egg.
This is why back in the olden days, when a woman couldn’t conceive she was deemed to be worthless and barren. The man was never at fault.
Because of this fascination with imaginary friends instead of allowing me to end my life for personal reasons, society insists that I keep on living for another 20 or 30 years because otherwise I’d be wasting god’s precious gift and then I’d be going to hell for committing the sin of suicide.
Don’t believe me? Check out this wonderful comment that was left on my other blog by a concerned person with an imaginary friend.
This of course is all based upon religious nonsense that has carried over from a time when everything that was unexplained was magic.
And then of course there are those who wish to use outright fear because if I want to die then can life really be the cake walk that they’ve experienced?
They will go so far as to use American prisoner executions as an example of how M.A.i.D. will cause suffering, and that my death will be painful just like that of a prisoner.
In the American penal system, the death penalty is seen as a punitive punishment. The Americans aren’t simply happy with executing a prisoner, they need for that prisoner to suffer as much as possible without causing outrage and public anger. So they don’t use a humane protocol. They only use enough drugs to kill a person, but not enough to ensure a quick and humane death. It’s called the “penal” system for a reason, penal being derived from penance. Suffering and pain are supposed to make your soul learn a lesson.
What do I believe happens after death?
Nothing.
Just death.
The M.A.i.D. protocol used in Canada is comprised of three drugs. Propofol, Rocuronium, and Bupivacaine.
Propofol is an intravenous anesthetic formulation used for induction and maintenance of general anesthesia. This is what knocks a person out. One of the benefits of propofol is it seems to inhibit the brain’s ability to form memories. At the level it is introduced during M.A.i.D. it will typically cause a deep coma.
Rocuronium is a muscle relaxant that inhibits the skeletal muscles. The diaphragm is a skeletal muscle. The rocuronium stops a person from breathing. Normally not being able to breath would cause a buildup of carbon dioxide in the blood stream which would then cause great discomfort and possible panic due to the inability to expel the carbon dioxide. However, due to the propofol in the system the brain won’t be aware of the carbon dioxide levels in the blood stream.
The heart will still be beating at this point, this means the heart will still be circulating blood around the body, potentially supplying the brain with minute amounts of oxygen. The bupivacaine is administered in order to stop the heart and to cease the circulation of blood.
The human brain cannot survive more than four minutes without blood circulation. Once more than four minutes have elapsed brain damage starts to occur as the neurons and nerve fibres start to die due to a lack of oxygen and due to the build up of toxic waste products.
And that’s it.
No more pain.
No more suffering.
No more memories.
No more judgemental assholes.
No more dealing with the “smile and be happy” brigade.
72 hours elapse and then I will be cremated.
It will be just like it was before my father fucked my mother.
I won’t exist anymore.
Not existing for 13.7 billion years didn’t cause me any grief.
Not existing after won’t cause me any issues either.
Sure, there will be those in the god brigade that will wring their hand and try to shame me for upsetting their imaginary friend.
But this life belongs to me and to myself alone.
My life does not belong to you nor your imaginary friend.
My life does not belong to the Department of Justice, or the Senate of Canada, or the Conservative Party of Canada, the Canadian Armed Forces, the Catholic Church, the pope, or the imaginary friends in the sky.
You don’t like people taking their lives for “no reason”?
Don’t make people suffer.
Don’t deny people treatments for mental health issues.
Don’t deny people justice.
Don’t patronize people.
As I’ve said elsewhere, human life only seems to have value when people wish to take their own life.
We tolerate 2,000 easily prevented deaths by automobile in Canada because slowing cars down would hurt car sales.
We tolerate drug overdoses in this country because we don’t want to slow down traffic at the border as that would make day trippers sad.
And we have absolutely no problem with adventure seekers dying “do what they liked doing”.
Airlines have crashed due to management decisions to cheap out on designs or to cutback on maintenance.
And we have no problem shipping people off to foreign countries to die fighting the good fight.
Death is tolerated by society so long as it’s due to any reason other than a person taking their own life.
I think this has to do a lot with society not wanting to admit its blemishes and its failures. When someone takes their own life, society will sit back and try to assure itself that there was nothing that could be done, that we exist in Xanadu, where everything is perfect so long as you intentionally ignore all of the flaws.
People taking their own lives whether it be by their own hand or with assistance from a medical professional means that society has to reflect upon just how horrific and unfair life really is and how our society treats people as disposable objects that are the property of the state.
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