Me, being of sound mind and body pretty much (as well as can be expected, I mean — I’m having joint problems and my cholesterol count is high …. but I digress) want the following to be known:

(1) If I become brain dead like Terri Schiavo (or like Michelle Malkin) and I am adjudicated as such by whatever reasonable system the courts or hospitals have to make such a decision, then don’t screw around — yank the plug, pull out the tube, fire a couple of dum-dum bullets into my head, whatever it takes.  Make me dead.  Seriously.  I’m not kidding. Do it.  Make my death as honorable as I hope my life has been.  More honorable, in fact.

(2) Sue the M-F’ing ass off of everyone who tries to delay or impede #1.  I’ll even give you the legal cause of action: intentional infliction of emotional distress.  And don’t forget to seek punitive damages, too.  And give whatever money that is leftover (after legal and medical expenses) to some pro-choice group.  That’ll show ’em!

So say I on this datestamp, at this timestamp, with this can of Pepsi in my right hand, in all seriousness, even though I appear to be just goofing around.

Which I’m not.