Season of Trauma
Each year the season of trauma arrives
Now they trickle in, the small and the young
Depressing to know not all will survive
So I'm their last stop, their song will be sung
I'm not ready but I give what it takes
No time to recover, wounds grow deeper
Endless flows of them, the dam always breaks
Unrecovered I still am the reaper
There's abuse in your face day after day
Hit by a car, maggot infestations
Abandoned at birth just fading away
Never have been owned for generations
An ode to those who did not have a chance
So I treat them well in this circumstance
I see many lost to euthanasia
And nothing stops this nightmare fantasia
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Transgender Woman Denied Euthanasia in Canada over Post-Surgical Pain and Regret | National Review
An indigenous man who transitioned to a woman had unsuccessful vaginoplasty surgery in 2009 that has caused serious pain ever since. Under Canada's euthanasia law, "she" asked to be put to death by lethal injection due to the constant pain, both physical and psychological. Those are usually the magic words to be approved for euthanasia in Canada, but not in this case. Because this case might call attention to the possibility of unsuccessful sex change operations and might reflect negatively on the medical claims of the transgender movement, it seems, she has been denied her request for euthanasia.
It seems that today's progressive cause (transgenderism) wins over yesterday's progressive cause (euthanasia), even though both are sold as human rights, and human rights are supposed to be absolute. In this case, one person's supposed human right to die is set aside because of the possibility of its being used for propaganda in democratic debate.
There are degrees of awfulness, with some evil things being less evil than others. I think in this case, the willingness of advocates for transgender rights to lie about and/or hide any inconvenient facts is extremely troubling. But, since anyone who consents to assisted suicide goes directly to hell, I think that the person not being put to death is something of a win. At least alive, this person can have the opportunity to undergo a conversion. So the evil motives of the authorities - to lie about messy details - might have served some good.
(Of course, it would be better if neither euthanasia nor sex change operations were available, and all these people were struggling to be saints.)
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Safe
Kolya
CW/TW: human trafficking, pet whump, chronic illness, death and euthanasia mention, BBU/WRU. For BBU Community Days 13: Safety. @bbu-on-the-side
“Let me see your barcode, Eliot. Please.” He is trying to make requests, not commands.
The younger man obeys, immediately, despite the apprehension in his eyes. No, fear. He hates that he’s made Eliot afraid.
“Why?”
That’s good. Not long ago he would apologize instead of asking questions. It makes Kolya smile, while he runs the hand scanner over the barcode. It beeps, bringing up the information he’s looking for.
“I want to—“ He chooses his words carefully. “I want to keep you safe. You aren’t, if your owner or WRU is looking for you. I’m going to try and buy you from your old owner.”
“You want to buy me?”
Do you know what a fucked-up thing that is, Nikolai? But Eliot’s smile is so bright. “Yes. Then I will free you. Is that all right?”
Eliot hugs him.
He’s ushered in by a Domestic. Another brings trays of drinks and canapés.
He never noticed the Domestics, before. They’re not meant to be noticed, most of the time. But now he can’t stop looking at them.
“Nikolai, it’s been too long!”
He smiles, makes his courtesies. He doesn’t know the Bramwells, not really. They’re old money, society people with no blood under their fingernails. But they know the right people, they’re connected to the important people. He attended a few parties here.
He fucked their Romantic over this table, he’s pretty sure.
“If we could discuss the matter I called you about.”
“Yes. You found one of our Domestics? The barcode notification surprised us.”
“Why?” It’s one of those questions better left unasked, but she’s already answering.
“Oh, you know…” Mrs. Bramwell shrugs. “Sometimes they wander off when they near their expiration date.”
Expiration date.
“It’s usually not worth chasing after them, just to have to put them down,” Mr. Bramwell says. “It’s easier just to replace them.”
“Some do come back. It’s all they know, after all.”
It’s all they’re allowed to know. Kolya drinks from the glass in his hand, an excuse to swallow. “So, the Domestic I found. 992704.” Forgive me, Eliot. “How much do you want for him?”
After some discussion, the Bramwells settle on a paltry sum. A token price, for a friend who wants something you were going to throw away anyway, because it’s wearing out.
He’s glad to go.
“Sir?” It’s the cook, a graying matronly woman. “Did I understand correctly? You purchased 704?”
“Yes.” He feels dirty saying it. He is going to need a long, hot shower when he gets home.
“Then he’s alive? Is he well?”
She cares about Eliot. It’s a shock after the indifference of his previous owners.
“He is.” I’m doing the best I can. “You’re a friend?”
“Domestics don’t have friends.” She softens the rote phrase with a smile. “Sometimes I spent time with 704, when he wasn’t working or in storage.”
“Storage?”
Without a word, she leads Nikolai to a door not far from the kitchen, set off the main living room. A coat closet, he thinks. Then he opens the door, and sees the vacuum, the mop, the washcloth, and containers of cleaning chemicals. Towels and washcloths. A storage closet, for cleaning supplies.
Oh, Eliot.
For once, he doesn’t find Eliot cleaning the house when he gets home. He’s on the living room couch, with Jonas hovering over him. He sits up when he sees Kolya, before a hard coughing fit takes. Overexertion.
Expiration date.
When the coughing passes, he takes Eliot in his arms and holds him tight, holds him close.
“It’s over, Sir? I’m yours?”
“Yes. You’re mine and I will keep you safe, Eliot. For the rest of your life.”
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Jérôme Lejeune (left) and Peter Singer (right)
Similarly, the preference utilitarian reason for respecting the life of a person cannot apply to a newborn baby. Newborn babies cannot see themselves as beings who might or might not have a future, and so cannot have a desire to continue living. For the same reason, if a right to life must be based on the capacity to want to go on living, or on the ability to see oneself as a continuing mental subject, a newborn baby cannot have a right to life. Finally, a newborn baby is not an autonomous being, capable of making choices, and so to kill a newborn baby cannot violate the respect for autonomy.
Peter Singer
We need to be clear: the quality of a civilization can be measured by the respect it has for its weakest members. There is no other criterion.
Jérôme Lejeune
First, while there has been a growing awareness of human dignity, many misunderstandings of the concept still distort its meaning. Some people propose that it is better to use the expression "personal dignity" (and the rights "of the person") instead of "human dignity" (and the rights "of man") since they understand a "person" to be only "one who is capable of reasoning." They then argue that dignity and rights are deduced from the individual's capacity for knowledge and freedom, which not all humans possess. Thus, according to them, the unborn child would not have personal dignity, nor would the older person who is dependent upon others, nor would an individual with mental disabilities.
On the contrary, the Church insists that the dignity of every human person, because it is intrinsic, remains "in all circumstances." The recognition of this dignity cannot be contingent upon a judgment about a person's ability to understand and act freely; otherwise, it would not be inherent in the person, independent of the individual's situation, and thus deserving unconditional respect. Only by recognizing an intrinsic and inalienable dignity in every human being can we guarantee a secure and inviolable foundation for that quality. Without any ontological grounding, the recognition of human dignity would vacillate at the mercy of varying and arbitrary judgments. The only prerequisite for speaking about the dignity inherent in a person is their membership in the human species, whereby "the rights of the person are the rights of man."
Dignitas Infinita, or "On Human Dignity" (§24)
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