Ways to Die

My father, 93, had a stroke. My father-in-law, 87, had surgery to remove a portion of metastasized cancer from his colon. Both happened on the same day. Both are fucked.

My father can’t remember what town he lives in, can’t remember the year, and can’t finish a sentence. Oh, and did I mention he’s profoundly deaf. He was bitter and mean before the stroke, now he’s sad. In a moment of lucidity he was able to tell me he’d rather die than stay in the nursing home where we had to place (warehouse???) him.

My father-in-law is home with a colostomy bag and is considering chemotherapy. He’s convinced he can beat cancer. He is a simple man, can’t read nor write, with English as a second language. I’m convinced he doesn’t really understand what chemo will do to his world. Well meaning family and friends are encouraging him to “fight this thing for the win.” He’s buying it for the moment.

I’m not going to make the decision they have. To me, quality of life matters more than quantity.

What to do about it then? I’m on a mission to gather the necessary tools to off myself when most of my faculties are compromised. I’ve just started the process.

Call it euthanasia, call it suicide, call it death with dignity. Whatever you call it, it’s not easy. Our country makes it hard to humanely kill yourself. Try to find an life ending drug and your met with all kinds of “Don’t do it. Help is available,” messages. Offers to sell you the drugs to do it…not so much.

My options are limited. I can use guns. I have a lot of those. If I can keep access to them despite being in a nursing home, they will do the trick. On the downside, a bullet to the head is incredibly messy and traumatic for whoever is left to clean up after you. Gun shot is a likely option, just one I’d prefer not to use when and if the time comes.

The next option is to travel to a state like Oregon, or a nation like Switzerland where they have allowed options for self selected opt-out. These sound appealing until you look further into them. Almost all require you to move to their locale, meet their unique qualification criteria, and follow their proscribed pre-death bureaucracy. My family will try to block me from pursuing this avenue. And, truth be told, I don’t want to jump through hoops when it should be my damn decision. So I don’t think I’ll be going to another place to die.

The last option would be the MacGyver method. Folks desperately seeking a means to their end have invented various types of so called exit hoods and other methods. I don’t want to die with a hood over my head breathing in helium until I pass out. I’m good at changing light bulbs, but that’s about as far as I want to take it building my own death-rig.

So I guess, a gun it will be when the time comes. It’s not ideal, but it will for sure get the job done. And, given that we as a country are so much more permissive about having guns available for random killing, it will be easy to put to use for my own purposes.

Women’s Folded Arms

A Bit of Cleavage Heaven

Human breasts are a wonderful thing.  That really needs to be clarified…. a woman’s breasts are a wonderful thing.  Men’s not so much. I work in a company of mostly women, so am regaled by the sight of women’s breasts on a daily basis.  Some are more proud of them than others, but they are plentiful, come in all shapes and sizes, and fascinate me.

I especially enjoy talking to a beautiful women who is squared off, face to face, looking very serious, and focusing on her important topic, who, in mid sentence crosses her arms in front of her chest.  At that point, she inevitably gives a little clench, squeezing her arms together.  Almost magically, both of her breasts rise up ever so slightly, bulging at the top of her bra which I am acutely aware is hiding right below her blouse.  The cleavage becomes pronounced, straining to be free. A beautiful sight.

At that very moment, try as I might, I nearly always find my eyes involuntarily dart downward towards her chest.  Admittedly, it isn’t a stealthy glance, but rather an autonomic reaction like a sneeze after pepper that I can’t control.  Breasts bulge upward – eyes dart downward – no control possible on my end.

It happened again two days ago.  The woman is a petite red head, full of piss and vinegar, with nice well balanced breasts.  We were deep in conversation, she was talking with her hands to make a point.  I saw it coming, but before I could avert my gaze, she crossed her arms.  Like Pavlov’s dog, my eyes went down, knowing there would be the reward of two creamy bulging breasts trying to escape her silky brown semi-sheer blouse.  I wasn’t disappointed.  They rose magnificently and for an instant, I reveled in their freckled beauty.

I’m sure the moment hadn’t lasted long, but by the time I looked up, her eyes were locked on mine.  They were somewhat bemused, somewhat irritated.  She did not, however, uncross her arms or verbally bust me. I am sure my face betrayed how sheepish I felt. Despite that, we both carried the conversation to it’s conclusion.  But, for the life of me, I don’t recall what we talked about, only those nubile plump breast tops, yearning to be free.

Was it worth it? Damn straight.  Does she treat me weird? Not really.  In fact I think she may have a good idea what she’s doing when she’s doing it.  Perhaps it even amuses her that she has the power to make my eyes drop uncontrollably like a dog’s leg twitches when you rub it’s side.  And whether that is true or not, I’m sticking to it.  That way when it happens again, I won’t feel quite so bad for getting busted – so to speak. Because breasts are a wonderful thing….women’s breasts that is….  I absolutely love them all.

Thoughts on America’s Oil Problem

Granted oil is a necessary evil, but how long will we continue the current path?  It’s like a drug.  We can’t quit but it is killing us a little more every day.  We have to find a way out, and soon.  It is a complex problem with many entrenched and vested interests that will resist any change away from oil.

If we look at this problem as individuals, or from the isolated view of our nation, then the problems surrounding oil will not be solved. This is a global issue. As with any significant issue, the first step is to address the need to change. Globally, we are ready to do that yet. It will take more tragedies like the Exxon Valdez, the Gulf oil spill, and other catastrophes before we hit bottom and acknowledge we are “oil alcoholics.” Only after the collective pain becomes great enough, will we make the tough choices that will be global in nature and significant enough to make a difference. We can solve this.  Here’s how.

First, we have to acknowledge the facts around the situation.

  • Oil is finite – we will run out – the question is when
  • Oil is vital to all parts of the global economy – we need it to feed ourselves and provide basic necessities
  • Oil is dirty when we take it out and when we use it – we are soiling our nest
  • Oil alternatives are not viable today – the economics and practicalities do not work

What then is the answer? We basically have two options. First, we could begin to limit production. There are several ways to do this, either via price, or by destroying production sources, which would in turn drive up prices. If prices could be made high on a global basis, then oil users around the world would have more incentive to curtail oil consumption and find alternative sources. In addition, this would up the ante developing alternatives to oil.

Reducing demand through global agreement will not work. There is too much incentive to cheat individually. Governments, countries, and corporations would find a way around any agreements that had been reached. The only real way then, is to consolidate the supply of oil under a central authority. This could be done by force, which would mean actually taking and defending the oil fields and oil producing properties, or it could be done by purchasing and controlling the right to produce oil. Either proposition would be costly.

Another option to reduce demand is to destroy oil-producing facilities. While this may seem outrageous in the face of increasing demand, it is one way to selectively reduce the supply. This would have the effect of not only raising oil prices, but also shifting wealth from countries who continue to consume oil, to those who still have oil supplies available for sale. When that happens, the United States would want to be one of the countries continuing to supply oil.

Assuming the supply of oil is not going to diminish anytime soon, the only other rational approach is to first Pareto the uses for oil and curtail those that don’t make sense. For example it doesn’t make any sense to use oil to generate electricity. Investments in nuclear power can do this far more effectively. Further, it makes no sense to use oil for gasoline at the rate we are currently using it. Gasoline should either be taxed at a higher rate, or legislated into reduced demand via fuel economy standards and other legislation.

Finally, the collective wealth of the world should be pooled together to form a prize similar to the Nobel prize to be given out to the individual or company that develops the most significant alternative to oil. Surely if we were to put a $20 billion bounty for the most viable solution, someone would arrive at the solution. And while the $20 billion would be the prize at the end, there should also be tax breaks and stipends to encourage investment for all those qualified researchers who are trying to find a solution.

Will all of these things be disruptive? Will they be costly? Absolutely. But examine the alternative. Who can say what will happen in the Gulf of Mexico given the recent disaster. Who knows what will happen as a result of all of the methane released, disbursents used, and oil that’s choking so much of the food chain. How long will it take to recover? The truth is nobody knows. Though one can imagine the entire Gulf Coast will not be the same for many many years to come. And where will the next one be?

It’s time to change.