2005-03-29 - 1:50 p.m.
All this talk about Terri Shiavo has me thinking about what I would and wouldn't want done to me were I in that situation...I'll summarize:
PULL THE F**KING PLUG!!!!
If I'm a vegetable, pull the plug. If I'm a quadraplegic, pull the plug. If I break a major bone, what the hell, pull the plug. Basically, as long as I have a chance of someday ending up in bed with Nicole Kidmann, keep me alive - otherwise, screw it.
Also, when you go to pull the plug, I don't want some serious ceremony with crosses and communion, and tears...let's keep things simple. Play some Frankie, flash me a peace sign and send in some really hot red-headed nurse to flip the switch. Then cremate me and have my ashes dumped into the ventilation system of the Christian Coalition headquarters with the hopes that I can take a few of them out as a last contribution to the good of humanity.
