The War on Terri Part VIII

While judges dicker, Terri dies. Slowly.

The Hedgehog dissects Judge Whittemore and finds your typical liberal-in-a-robe.

Andrew McCarthy notes that Whittemore apparently can't read, either.

Rich Lowry counts the ways the federal-interventionist Left is tying itself in knots to root for Terri Schiavo's court-mandated murder.

Clinton Taylor points out that Americans have historically treated property better than our courts are treating this woman.

George Neumayr notes the barbarity of the Democrats:

So much of what the Democrats call progress is just paganism, not progress into a more civilized future but regression into the barbarism of the past in which the first people to be mistreated were the enfeebled. The Democrats' "right to die" is a euphemism for a duty to die. Like the pagans of old, the Democrats tell those deemed useless or inconvenient: Do everybody a favor and fall on your sword or float off on an iceberg.

What they call "compassion" is jaw-dropping crassness toward the most helpless humans. The self-described party of the "little guy" is his greatest enemy, aborting him at the beginning of life or dehydrating him to death at the end of life, all the while insisting that it is for his "own good." Think of all the phony rights the Democrats will devise at the drop of a hat, yet they won't lift a finger to protect the most obvious and real right, the right to life that belongs to man by virtue of his human nature (not by virtue of his "meaningful activity"), and without which all other rights lose meaning and occasion for government protection.

Jay D. Homnick finds reason for hope amidst all this despair and frustration:

But for once, finally, after fifty years of persistent reversals in the courts, we are starting to win. We are beginning to get the message that if we fight for life with all our hearts, the culture will turn, Main Street will return and the arrogating Courts will overturn. If we save Terri through this stirring advocacy by our activists and legislators, we will send a message across the nation and across the world: we choose Life.

I admit it, I am wearing my heart on my sleeve this time. And here in South Florida, the sleeves are short and the hearts are big. For once we are united in a cause that transcends the calculi of politics and economics and power and glory. Dammit, we are reaching out to this woman who could be our mother or sister or daughter and telling her, "Honey, you are safe here in the nation of the Mayflower and the Constitution and the White House and the Super Bowl. We are a nation founded in love of God and Mankind; as long as we are here, you will be beloved and protected."

We are not the Dutch, happily slaying our enfeebled and inconvenient countrymen.

We are not the Germans, who did so with great efficiency.

We are Americans, for whom life is precious, and the lives of our most vulnerable countrymen the most precious of all.