I am not confused. The first thing government is responsible for – is where to put the dead. A lot of what Ross writes is all mixed up with Catholicism. He’s not being honest about the extent to which The Church’s influence is everything. The Church is a relic from another time, another people, filled with a history of religious wars and rules concocted by an aristocracy of old men in blood red dressing gowns and flamboyant robes, my pretties. And they get the last say. Via Catholicism’s rhetoric that always turns into the first stone to throw. How is it news that old men in blood red dressing gowns and flamboyant robes all get to drink from the same golden cup. Of course, they are morally above us. Institutional morality reflects a vacuum. There is no god. I make up stories for a living. The life of Christ was a humdinger of a story. People find solace in the face of death. I am glad for them, but I do not want to become one of them. I’ve had my life. I did not follow the rules while living, so tell me exactly what silly rule am I breaking in having nothing to lose while dying. It is laughable to me that The State forbids me to take control of my own death. I wish them luck on that. I want to go out with a bottle of crystal clear corn hootch. I will die like I lived. I have my own terms and the thought that the State can dictate everything it wants and get it, is pure bugabuga. There is no dignity to living. Ever. Life is a disappointment. We are here to service the rich.