You Can’t Tell Me This Makes Sense
I was thinking about things you see on the news, things that just make you scratch your head. They’re always talking about capital punishment, about how we need to make sure it’s a humane death. They’ve got the lethal injection, and they’ve got it all timed out. It’s supposed to be quick, painless, dignified. We spend a lot of time and money making sure the worst person in society, the one who took a life, doesn't feel a moment of suffering on their way out. And you know, a part of you thinks, well, that's what a decent society does. But then you look around.
You go to a hospital. A cancer ward, maybe. And you see people who have done absolutely nothing wrong. They’re lying in beds, for weeks, months, sometimes years. The pain is relentless. The medications barely touch it. They’re wasting away, hooked up to tubes, and they’re just waiting. They’re waiting for the end, and there’s no dignity to it. It’s a slow, agonizing grind. We make sure a murderer gets a peaceful exit, but we let our own loved ones endure a prolonging of their suffering. What's the deal with that? What's the logic here? It’s completely backwards.
Maybe we need a little perspective. Maybe we should put webcams in every hospital room with a terminal patient. Real-time footage. No editing, no doctor's notes, just the truth. And then we can show it to people. We can make it mandatory viewing. Every twenty minutes, while you're binging your sci-fi or your romance movie on Netflix, a little clip pops up. A reminder of what a "humane" society looks like. A short clip of a man wincing in pain, or a woman struggling to breathe. Maybe that’s what it will take. Maybe that’s the only way to remind people of the suffering we’re just letting happen behind closed doors. You’d think we'd have better priorities.
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