Terri Schiavo

This is my first experience in blogging, so (as they say), pardon the dust. Most of the figurative dust comes from the media. They deny they have an agenda, but they offer only one side of the Schiavo tragedy. They act as though the future of the euthanasia movement is more important than the right of Terri Schiavo to live her sad life with whatever love her real family (and I'm not talking about her inbred, selfish husband) can give her. When they made the movie Soylent Green in the early 70's, euthanasia was a room with pretty movies and a soothing death featuring calming music. Euthanasia today is apparently starvation and a morphine drip. God forbid this happen again.