Tuesday, October 28, 2003
"A truck hit him, crushed his back legs. He dragged himself under the house. Once in awhile he'd make a noise like a cat fight and thrash around a little, but mostly he just lay quietly and waited. 'He ought to be destroyed,' they kept telling me. After a few hours he dragged himself from under the house. Crying for help. 'He ought to be destroyed,' they said. I wouldn't let them do it. They said it was cruel to let him live. So finally I said I'd do it myself, if it had to be done. I got a gun and a shovel and took him out to the edge of the woods. I stretched him out on the ground while I dug a hole. Then I shot him through the head. It was a small-bore rifle. Zeke thrashed a couple of times, then got up and started dragging himself toward some bushes. I shot him again. It knocked him flat, so I thought he was dead, and put him in the hole. After a couple of shovels of dirt, Zeke got up and pulled himself out of the hole and started for the bushes again. I was crying louder than the cat. I had to kill him with the shovel. I had to put him back in the hole and use the blade of the shovel like a cleaver, and while I was chopping with it, Zeke was still thrashing around. They told me later it was just spinal reflex, but I didn't believe it. I knew that cat. He wanted to get to those bushes and just lie there and wait. I wished to God that I had only let him get to those bushes, and die the way a cat would if you just let it alone - with
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"Therefore you're are asking me to let her die slowly and -"
"No! I'm not asking you. As a priest of Christ I am
... For an instant he had feared that the girl would laugh in his face."
- A Canticle For Leibowitz, Walter M. Miller Jr.
III? Answer me these questions three:
What does the President think of the legislation Jeb signed? How much of a joke is the Communist News Network willing to make of itself? When will we see comprehensive coverage of the Terri Schiavo situation?