OPINION
Do not cast me aside in my old age; as my strength fails, do not forsake me.
Psalm 71:9
The American actress Patricia Clarkson has been around since around 1987: she’s 64 years old. I’ve been an admirer of her and her work for many years, though I wouldn’t go as far as to say that I’m a fan. Asked in an interview in 2013 why she had never married, she replied, “I’ve never wanted to marry. I’ve never wanted children – I was born without that gene.”
So when I was reading this recent statement made in the British Parliament by Tory MP Kit Malthouse, Patricia Clarkson’s words came to mind: “Religious MPs opposed to assisted dying must stop imposing their own morality on the rest of us, because Britain is not teeming with granny killers.”
So my question is, then, do Malthouse and his ilk, who must be the largest proportion of not only the British Houses of Parliament but our own here in New Zealand, too, lack a vital gene that means they are blind to the fact that Christianity is the foundation stone that our advanced civilisation has been built upon since the Dark Ages? Although, that ‘civilisation’ has admittedly had its day and is beginning to crumble…no doubt with the assisting push of insensitives like Malthouse.
I see that even though he still dismisses “faith” as “one of the world’s great evils”, Richard Dawkins, a salesman for ‘science’ for many years, still recognises what Christianity has contributed to civilisation and considers himself to be a Cultural Christian. God alone knows what kind of world we’d be living in if it was based on his ‘science’ or the ‘science’ of politicians who seem to think that politics, itself, is a ‘science’.
I use the word gene to describe what’s missing from the mental makeup of fat-cats like Malthouse (don’t they all look so well fed and smugly satisfied?) but it’s surely that this accountant-turned-MP is missing any depth of intellect. I’m afraid that I suspect that as political systems have evolved in the past two or three decades, he’s typical of the sort of chancers and con artists that end up populating the corridors of power.
The British Parliament is not yet quite dead to common sense, however, as Sir Desmond Swayne, a fellow Tory, warned that changing the law to legalise assisted dying “could see people killed simply because they were old, like in Logan’s Run” – the dystopian film of the 1970s. As indeed I too believe they will, and for a variety of reasons, mainly to do with it being of convenience to the ruling power.
Christians carry this quotation from John 15:12 in their hearts: “My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you,” and though we strive to abide by that ideal, being weak-willed human beings we more often than not fall short. But surely not so far away from that ideal as to actually consider euthanising someone – encouraging and helping them to extinguish themselves, their life?
Then there are those like the loveless Malthouse who, in his ignorance of Christianity, is actively seeking to undermine the very foundations of the Great Society. Will he show such great bravery in condemning the dictates of the rulers of the UK’s Caliphate that is currently being busily constructed; although it recently suffered a minor setback to its progress in Scotland with the forced resignation of Humza Yousaf. One has to wonder if importing a troop of orangutans, installing them as MPs and using Google Translate on the parliamentary microphones would perhaps be a more worthwhile substitute. Their relatives seemed to perform particularly well in the old PG Tips tea ads on the TV.
The ignorant – of our foundations and history – and shallow people, with no vision beyond their own bank accounts, that represent us in parliament are not fit to ponder or even pass laws on such mighty matters affecting the lives of their ‘voters’, such as abortion and euthanasia. They inevitably will come down on the side that satisfies their political party and its financial supporters. Hence their preying on and giving false hope to the terminally ill and their worried relatives and friends with their promise of making euthanasia legal.
Once again, as with other edicts that have been handed down to us and backed by mainstream media with their own hidden reasons (and with the now truly cowed medical profession after sacrificing its soul to the political gods on the altar of Covid vaccines on board), the law both here and in the UK accepting euthanasia will be pushed through then expanded upon after a blitz of propaganda and pure BS. There will be no perusal of alternatives like palliative end-of-life care, with the patient passing away in a reverent atmosphere and hopefully surrounded by loving relatives and friends; this will be replaced by the purely mechanistic method of a self-administered poison, while being watched over by a sort of reverse midwife, before the next punter is wheeled in.
I’ve been at the bedside of a couple of close relatives who’ve died from serious and painful conditions in recent times. It seems to me that under the care of sympathetic and caring medical professionals and the acceptance that life can be managed to a peaceful end, without all the trauma of preparing for being euthanised. I suspect that those who advocate for euthanasia are either politicians who want to introduce it as another tool in their toolbox for reducing the population, or they are the same sorts of weak people who enthusiastically embraced the mass ‘vaccination’ against the Covid virus. It may be cruel in their eyes for me to say it, but in the absence of a belief in God, and lacking the courage to jump off a bridge or in front of a train, they wish for the stamp of approval of their government and they want to drag their relatives and medical people, who used to enter their profession to SAVE lives, into becoming their accomplices in their devilish scheme to bolster their belief that what they’re doing is right. They want affirmation.
The way abortion has gone, in the more than half century since it was made legal, should be a salutary lesson to us all, having gone from ‘only in the case where the mother’s life is at risk’, to ‘whenever you feel like up to full term’.
Me, I’m in the last nought to 10 per cent of my own life: the rest of you, as Sir Desmond Swayne suggests above, are about to enter a hell on Earth of your own making.