Save some oxygen for me

Let them die.

The Feds are debating the right to die issue. It’s a side topic these days, but they’re looking at it again.

This is one of the many things that are wrong with this world. There used to be, back in the old days when you clubbed a girl and dragged her to your honeymoon by her hair, a natural thinning of the herd. Those too weak or stupid died horribly and the rest of the pack grew stronger and smarter.

No longer. Now the government steps in and “protects” the mouth breathers by regulation and control. Prime example: seat belt laws.

The states and feds want people to wear their seatbelts to protect them and reduce the cost of health and auto insurance. So, they make it against the law to not wear your restraints.

Does this really solve the issue? No, not really. The same can be said for speed limits…people only follow the law if there’s a cop around.

You want people to wear their belts? Then the insurance companies should put in an act of stupidity clause. If you’re injuries are the result of an accident and you were not wearing the proper restraint, then you are an idiot and are not covered. Have a nice day.

Something else not directly related but is still fun: bring back the predators to North America. I read a few months back that some ecologists were suggesting that large plains animals such as the lion, the rhino, and the elephant should be re-introduced into the “wilds” of the plains states. This is an unbelievably awesome idea.

Tourism might lag a bit for the Corn Palace in Nebraska if Simba started eating the faces off the kids or Jumbo goes into heat and starts haunching on Winnebagos. But at least you wouldn’t hear anymore about the puss-wads trying to pet the bison and getting gored. You’d see stories of Johnny Cocko trying to feed a Big Mack™ to some 2 ton rhino who goes ape shit over the sesame seeds and impales Johnny on his McHorns.

These are the thoughts that run through my head in traffic as I try not to ram the douche bag in front of me who souped up his ’89 Honda Civic Rice Rocket with parts from Wal-mart and drives like Mario Andretti…the Mario who wrecked his shit at Indy in 2003.

Granted, it’s not these morons that want to die. But, if we open the door for assisted suicide, perhaps in a few years we can start scaling back our regulations that keep jack-pipes like Paulie Shore and Ashlee Simpson alive.