Death And Politics

So apparently Dr. Jack Kevorkian, the suicide king, has it in his mind to run for congress. Despite still being on parole for all that dirty business that came up a few years ago, the man's gonna put feet to concrete and try to get on the ballot.

Now it could just be me, but this whole thing seems to make a lot of sense.

In this day and age, where politicians tend to treat their promises like drunken, loose women at a club, it's a little refreshing to have someone who stands by their convictions run for office. Most political types tend to speak poetically, with long powerful speeches about the need for change, and the ardent fury in which they will bring that change to us, the tax-paying public. And we buy into it, every single time. Those sparkly eyes with those impassioned, enchanting speeches, it always takes the breath away. It's something out of Shakesphere really.

And we run with great haste to those voting booths, and slap that person who won our hearts, deep into the office of their choosing. And we sit, hands clasped, waiting for the change to rain upon us. Weeks and months go by, and we realize we've been had. Underwear on the floor, shame on the face, stuck with the bill. It's the way the game is played, and we've all come to accept it.

Now here's a guy whose taken something we hold sacred and dear, the sanctity of life, and had his way with it. He helped people end their lives. And what's better, is he had no qualms about being honest with the world that he did it. "Yes," he said, "I killed those people, I felt it was the right thing to do, and if you weren't throwing me in jail, I'd do it again."

The man has fortitude. Even now, he's unapologetic about a decision he made, despite the fact that the rest of the world has painted him a monster. And he's willing to stand on the pedestal and defend those decisions in an effort to be elected to office.

Hell, with that kind of straightforward determination, can you imagine what other things he might get done? This man might just have the guts to say, "Screw you commerce and industry, your wants are not what's right for the people!" And when those conniving bastards whip out their list of past politicians that they've had under their coattails since the beginning of time, ol' Jack can simply smile and whip out the list of people he's put into the ground. The business world would immediately back off and tell Doctor Death that he can run the country any damn way he pleases.

This could be our doorway to utopia people. Embrace it.