notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

More Holiday Cheer

I understand the complexity of the social and legal issues surrounding physician assisted suicides, but really, does this seem right?

LANSING, Michigan (AP) -- The state parole board rejected a request to pardon assisted-suicide advocate Jack Kevorkian or commute his sentence, despite warnings that he is gravely ill.

Poor Dr. Death. He's apparently got quite a list of ailments running...

His lawyer, Mayer Morganroth, warned last month that Kevorkian was in "dire shape" and might not live that long. Kevorkian suffers from high blood pressure, arthritis, cataracts, osteoporosis and Hepatitis C, the lawyer said.

Sounds like he's reaching a point where a dark irony could descend upon his final days, as a man who might suffer the very pain and indignity he was so devoted to eradicating.

Again, I know it's a complex matter, but I got a soft spot in my heart for old Jack.

Here's to you, Doc.


"Nearer My God to Thee"
by Jack Kevorkian