If I'm ever in a Permanent Vegetative State, pull the plug. Let me go. Even if my eyes can track a balloon and certified quacks say that I'm able to say "mommy" and "help me" (where's *that* tape, huh?).
Even if I'm minimally conscious pull the plug. Because I don't want to live if I can't read or think. I don't want to live life functioning at the level these self-righteous Terri Schiavo "protestors" and nit-witted, grandstanding, disingenuous jerks who are trying to make political hay out of her prolonged death do.
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