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You’re making no one happy.

Email us with names, date(s), whether they were married at the time, notes for kinky shit, whether it was straight or gay or ‘other’, and send photos if you can.

Maybe once they’re divorced, ostracised, shown to be hypocrites, and had their children alienate them they’ll realise that most people don’t care, and the “public interest” extends to about 150 of their close friends and important acquaintances.

If we get more than 10, we’ll start a website 🙂

You’ll find that most of the time no one really gives a fuck, and you get points for being honest.

Everything is absolutely fine. High train fares are an inevitable fact of life. If it’s cheaper to make a new one than repair the old one, that’s a sign of human success, not failure. Low pay for teachers, nurses, and farmers reflects what level of the work they do and should encourage them to get a better job. Gossip sells newspapers – this is OK, there’s nothing more interesting to think about. A longer working week is the only rational way to preserve our stake in a more populous world.

Just accept things the way are. It’s all fine.

Cost of replacing Trident: £26bn.
Cost of ALL secondary and university education in the UK: £27bn.

Trident is a fucking stupid, expensive bit of posturing which we’ll never use. Can you imagine ANY scenario in which we’d actually use it? Or ANY scenario in which someone would choose not to do something on account of our having it? So why don’t we just build a fake one instead? If it works for police cars on bridges, I’ll bet it would work for nuclear submarines.

I can see that a responsible society should be encouraging its citizens to stay alive, and that life is rosy and good (because it’s fucking marvellous on the whole) but if there comes a time when I’m in pain (physical OR mental, in my opinion, but I’m happy to stick with just physical for the sake of reform) and those I love are in pain on my account, well then fuck that. I’ve had a damned fine time of it here, and if I think it’s time to cut my losses and get out then that’s my decision.

So then thank fuck for the Swiss who are one of a handful of countries who recognise that they have absolutely no moral right to order me to stay alive. In fact to do so is fucking absurd. You’re ordering me NOT to die? My birth and my death is not an area over which you have governance, I’m afraid. Are you going order me to breed to make my own tax-paying replacement, too, you insensitive fuckers? I’m in mortal fucking agony here and you’re ordering my doctors to continue the torture? Fuck that.

No, siree Bob. Just like you, I was born free onto a lovely planet drifting serenely through space. How it’s possible to go from that utterly free starting point and end up concluding that therefore you have the right to choose when I die is totally beyond me. Of course we can have social contracts whilst I’m alive: we pay taxes for roads and clean water etc, but this is a whole different level. This is not fucking about with train timetables and tax returns – this is my death we’re talking about.

Just like you, I know that life can be good and bad. Just like you I know that the humane and merciful thing to do can sometimes be upsetting. And just like you, I really don’t want to be in pain. And just like you I suspect I’ll have a pretty good idea when my time is up.

If anyone can come up with even one good reason why they should have the right to choose when I die, I suggest there’s some fundamental flaws in the assumptions they’re making. To save myself from such woolly-headed butt-muncher thinking I’m going to go make myself a Living Will and hope you’ll do the same.

Or as RFK would put it “We will find neither national purpose nor personal satisfaction in a mere continuation of economic progress, in an endless amassing of worldly goods. We cannot measure national spirit by the Dow Jones Average, nor national achievement by the Gross National Product. For the Gross National Product includes air pollution, and ambulances to clear our highways from carnage. It counts special locks for our doors and jails for the people who break them. The Gross National Product includes the destruction of the redwoods and the death of Lake Superior. It grows with the production of napalm and missles and nuclear warheads…. It includes… the broadcasting of television programs which glorify violence to sell goods to our children. And if the Gross National Product includes all this, there is much that it does not comprehend. It does not allow for the health of our families, the quality of their education, or the joy of their play. It is indifferent to the decency of our factories and the safety of our streets alike. It does not include the beauty of our poetry, or the strength of our marriages, the intelligence of our public debate or the integrity of our public officials… the Gross National Product measures neither our wit nor our courage, neither our wisdom nor our learning, neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country. It measures everything, in short, except that which makes life worthwhile, and it can tell us everything about America — except whether we are proud to be Americans.”

We all have the capacity to be amazing and wonderful, but most of the time we end up finding ways of allowing ourselves to be narrow-minded fuckwits. Nonetheless, please try to behave as you know you should, with fairness, civility, and compassion – there are enough of us who will acknowledge and appreciate it to hopefully make it worth your while.