There is a perverted, sinister sickness in Michael Schiavo's attorney, George Felos, glamorizing Terri Schiavo's death, saying she looks "beautiful" and is "resting comfortably."
Felos' statement is presumptuous, extraordinarily insensitive and powerfully offensive, especially in view of the contrary accounts of Terri's family and their lawyers. They say she is emaciated, her eyes are sunken, her skin is flaking, she's bleeding from the eyes and mouth, and she's desperately trying to cry out for help.
I offer Felos' gratuitous observation as Exhibit A to the assertion others and I have made that there is an element in our society that doesn't just want to promote so-called privacy, but affirmatively pushes the "death option." There is just something eerily repugnant in Felos' glow about Terri's plight.
I realize that many, including some who believe Terri's life ought to be spared, believe this "pro-death" characterization is over the top, but all things considered, I truly don't.
Of course I'm not saying that everyone who believes Terri's feeding tube ought not to be restored are death-worshippers. I'm not saying that even those as callous as Felos appears to be, deliberately genuflect at the altar of death.
But I am saying that all too many have become unwitting disciples of a pagan death cult, which romanticizes death and the death process, and disturbingly discounts the universal human will to live. At the very least they are blind agents in the incremental, inexorable devaluation of sacred human life.
They would have you believe, just as the pro-abortionists, that they are primarily interested in vindicating the choice, freedom and intent of the patient. Yet they don't seem remotely interested in inquiring into what Terri's choice really is, just as the pro-abortionists do their level best to deprive pregnant women contemplating an abortion of information that might militate against making a choice for life.