Where have you gone, Harry Callahan?
I really don't like Michael Schiavo. So much so that when I saw this story about Mark Fuhrman investigating the guy, I couldn't help but go and read it. I had this vision of Fuhrman grinding his heel into this guy's wound in the middle of a football stadium while he squeals in high-pitched agony.
Suffice it to say the story failed to bring the type of retribution upon the man that I had envisioned. Even worse, it succeeded in increasing my frustration and anger at the complete a-hole-ishness of this guy. And here's why:
The pain is unrelenting, Vitadamo notes. Her family didn't want her sister cremated, and wanted Terri buried in a family plot. But Michael had Terri cremated and Terri wasn't buried in the plot where her family wanted her. Michael had a gravesite marker engraved with the words, "I kept my promise."
Grrrr. No "In loving memory of". No "Beloved wife and daughter". But rather a smug, vain, egocentric, craven, weasely and spiteful epitaph to himself.
Where is Harry Callahan when you need him?
Suffice it to say the story failed to bring the type of retribution upon the man that I had envisioned. Even worse, it succeeded in increasing my frustration and anger at the complete a-hole-ishness of this guy. And here's why:
The pain is unrelenting, Vitadamo notes. Her family didn't want her sister cremated, and wanted Terri buried in a family plot. But Michael had Terri cremated and Terri wasn't buried in the plot where her family wanted her. Michael had a gravesite marker engraved with the words, "I kept my promise."
Grrrr. No "In loving memory of". No "Beloved wife and daughter". But rather a smug, vain, egocentric, craven, weasely and spiteful epitaph to himself.
Where is Harry Callahan when you need him?
posted by Wonderdog | 8:08 AM | Permalink
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I think the Schiavo case give everybody, Pro or Con a valuable lesson in family relations: if you are going to have a fight with an in-law it would be in your best interest to not call him a wife-beating, adulterous, murder.
And of course the other side to that is to not be a wife-beating, adulterous, murderer...
Terri went into a vegetative state that lasted until she was allowed to die almost three months ago, when her feeding tube was removed.
Allowed to die?
So, if we were to stop feeding the terrorists down in Club Gitmo, I guess we could justify it by saying, "We didn't kill them, we allowed them to die."
Excellent point, CIV. Good to know you got my back!
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