Thinking of death makes you nostalgic. What great times when you went to the other world minding your own business. The only certain thing about the only certain thing in life was that it would happen ‘at its own time’.
But everything has evolved. Not only have we got mobile phones with the TV and the backside of your nephew on them, not only have we got the 4 wheel drive and the utility Mercedes but we can add reanimations. They are born and we can no longer die in peace.
They make you breathe, stabilise your vital functions and they keep you alive when you would have been dead: a fourth dimension of staying in this world. At times this makes the doctors big-headed. When these things are discussed, God jumps out.
He’s involved to make conversation. Precision is reassuring. Intelligent bombs. Fridges that allow you to shop via the internet. Cars that watch out for you while you are turning round. Toilet seats that warm up and greet you. What has God got to do with all this? This new man who gets emotional about his toaster gets imprisoned in nothingness, in a technological limbo, when he should be meeting his Maker!
And here are the Italians considering the ethical problem of death: a desperate person is in a desperate situation. He asks Napolitano to be allowed to die. It would be enough if someone would stand on the tube: and in his own home. But he writes to the President. Who replies basically that it’s up to him.
That man is in an extreme situation but he wants to think of the others. How does the country answer?
It replies with the fetishism of death. The tragedy creates a video, a soft video… little more than a soap bubble. We too enter the Intensive Care Unit.
We get familiar with the respirators, the infusion pumps, the aortic counterpulsators, the tubes, the aspirators and the special mattresses costing twenty thousand euros.
It’s great to see the monitors with the coloured traces that go with the TV cameras into the operating theatre. We’ll not be selling our own bodies to the universities, we’ll sell them to a reality show so that when we die, they’ll do a live autopsy.
After a crash course about reanimation techniques and all sorts of declarations, finally, the country decides nothing.
We are not the ones who have to turn off the machines for the dying person. Once the voyeurism has terminated we can start an ethical discussion respecting death. A private fact. I don’t want to die thinking of the cost/benefit analysis. Let’s turn everything off before the birth of the fitness of the corpse. Pannella has offered to turn off the machines if Piergiorgio Welby should ask.
But his relatives can already do it at any time. I’m going beyond that. I’m offering to Piergiorgio, straight away, to throw out of his house the TV, the journalists and all the pornographers of death.
Posted by Beppe Grillo at 10:21 AM in Health/Medicine
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