This poem advocates for assisted suicide in a fun and upbeat way.
This poem advocates for assisted suicide in a fun and upbeat way.
Well, it was a run-on thought! It really does feel that convoluted when you try and figure it out, but rest assured, you’ve now thought about this in more depth than most conservatives!
Fucking farmers. Always playing with their plants. When I go out hunting? playing with their plants. A week later when I come back? Oh wow yeah your weird garden sure is a little bigger I have a WHOLE ANIMAL. And they’re so smug about it, too. Can’t stand farmers.
Are you aware of medicine? It’s pretty rude to say “im not disabled like you. It’d be wrong for you to not suffer,” as you did.
IF you define taking and shrinking a corpse’s. head as a violation of the rights of that corpse’s human rights, then yes. Of course, I disagree with most of what you asserted. I guess my first two questions are “Why does a corpse get rights?” and really just… generally… with the moral system thing. If one feels “the environment” is more important than a human, then they should be pro-kill-all-humans?? I’m not sure that tracks. Most societies have a moral system that’s a little more complicated than “destroy everything that’s not the most morally significant to protect it from being hurt by less moral things.”
Anyway, interesting question! Maybe we should talk about corpse rights as a new category of rights? Less important, perhaps, than living humans, but more important than nothing?
…nonexistant?
I’m not sure, but as a woman “with multiple personalities” I can say it fucking feels like it sometimes
And just like that, the entire American medical system, as well as kittnpunk’s mental health, began to heal!
Can you elaborate on this?