Like their progressive counterparts in Canada and Spain, the UK’s right-on politicians want to kill everyone – but would prefer they do it themselves.
For the last 18 months, one of the most prominent subjects in the UK parliament has been the proposed Assisted Suicide Bill, introduced by a Labour MP in 2024, making it legal to end one’s life, which got the support of 341 MPs in June last year. But the way things work there meant that the next stage en route to legislation – the House of Lords – well, a wrinkle.
That’s because the median age in that House is six thousand years. Them ancient folk also hate their children, so intend on staying alive as long as possible to make their existence unbearable. Forced to choose between the painless darkness of a lethal jab or living in an iron lung for the next three years, they’d go with the one that allowed them to continue complaining to their friends that their married son is actually “a gay”.
On Friday last week the bill expired – 18 months post its introduction. The Lords filibustered the clock down, leaving politicians, campaigners and the media furious. One Baroness, barely able to draw breath, claimed that it was because “we owe the terminally ill more dignity” – another way of saying: “I just bought a garden gnome set with a bird bath. I want to sit next to it and tweet that I have a very disappointing son who is suffering from chronic rosacea which he got from being a gay.” Well, if that’s what it took – crafty old cow – chapeau.
Switzerland’s been doing this for a while. You get on a Ryanair, walk into a re-enforced concrete building that could pass for a nazi bunker, drink pink syrup from a small container, lie down, flip through the only reading – a comic set in the 1930s – which is very offensive. But just as you think about calling the Swiss Human Rights Commission to report racism, you remember you’re… dying.
Canada too. They kill you there for hayfever or gout – if you want. Because they are so inclusive, instead of a comic you might watch an amateur video taken by the singer Katy Perry of her and her girlfriend, Justin Trudeau. She – Justin – talks about her feelings and cherry-flavoured beer, but don’t worry if the part where Katy loans her a tampon looks odd, you’re dying.
That Spain is on the game too is an aberration: death in Spain should only ever be in the name of Hemingway’s bullfighting memoir. This is the country of Julio Iglesias, English tourists getting sunstroke then vomiting in alleys, the Balearics, El Cid, de Cervantes and Pedro Almodovar. There should only be glory.
But earlier this year a young Spanish woman, Noelia Castillo, opted to die by assisted suicide – and the state eagerly obliged. In 2022 she had been gang raped, allegedly by Algerian youths, the ordeal leaving her so badly scarred that she tried to commit suicide – which failed and left her paralysed. In the photos of this unspeakably tragic, beautiful young woman, the eyes.
Her President, a former sauna manager, hasn’t been emphatic on the loss of a young life to machinations of progressivism. He’s middle-power-circle-jerk adjacent – the group inspired by the climate con artist Mark Carney, Canada’s Prime Minister. Pedro Sanchez does other wild stuff too – including inviting a multimillionaire South African President who was caught with five hundred thousand large – dollars – stuffed in his sofa to scold the world on “inequality”.
The idea of legislated suicide arriving in the UK wasn’t surprising. So too the feigned motivation: neither compassion nor empathy are ever really considered in legislation like this. Convenience is. The shape of things too.
Those include the establishment strategy of gradual de-personing individuals not possessed of sufficient enthusiasm for infinity Pride. Think the UK should maintain its traditions? No bank account for you. Used the phrase “limp wristed” on social media? You do not share our values so bye, because we – your mobile phone provider – are allies. Overheard in a bar quoting the government’s own statistics about Somalis implicated in fraud? Well now, bank account-less and phone-less em-effer – no job. Ever.
The political will for a wider scope of “assisted suicide” is already there. Zack Polanski, leader of the Greens – a party currently on 15%, last week suggested whether “we might build a society that excludes centre-right thinking people”. Translated, that is vegan-queer for “gulag, lads”.
The worst possible thing a society in decline like the UK can do is entertain is a year and a half’s worth “assisted suicide” talk. Previously, “assisted suicide” meant drinking oneself into the back of a pathology van, as one’s father had done, and one’s father’s father before him. There was no shame: “assisted suicide” meant dying of anger, or annoyance – in a Englishman’s last moments, waves of a life’s reflection, standing in queues, more queues, the sight of a gypsy toileting herself near a war memorial in Hyde Park, the sound of the muezzin calling to prayer, then arrggg…arrggh. No shame.
“Assisted suicide” talk doesn’t just feature in Parliaments. It slips into classrooms, into the thoughts of a graduate battling to find a job or the mind of the veteran hounded by the parasitic class of “human rights lawyers” pursuing historical “war crimes”. It is, by orders of magnitude, the sickest, most self-destructive kind of talk to mainstream.
But pushing back against this unnatural imposter is the intervention of former Nebraska Senator, Ben Sasse. Sasse, a Republican who previously voted to impeach Donald Trump, is an extraordinary guy: last year he was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer and prescribed prolonging medication, one side effect of which is spontaneous bleeding. In one filmed podcast recently, Sasse’s bloodied face resembles that of Jesus Christ.
Listening to this wonderful man try and articulate his thoughts at not being able to see his son turn 18 is moving but more importantly, sobering. In another interview, Sasse talks about God, nature, failure and athletics, stopping occasionally as another fragment of the missed life ahead forces him to preserve every single second he has left.
Wherever it goes, our modern political dynamic and its proponents plead tolerance. But it is only ever badly-disguised, ambitious self-righteousness, willing to explore places it has no business in, oblivious of where consequences may leak.
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