Friday, July 22, 2011

Life Goes On . . .



As I ambled West on the sidewalk along Speedway Boulevard toward Fry's Supermarket at the intersection of Speedway and Pantano I heard (on my old Sony AM-FM radio) the weatherman announce that it was 85 degrees already at eight A.M. And I could feel the beaded perspiration on my forehead and upper lip. The temperature was forecast to be up around 110 degrees late in the afternoon. The worst part was that the humidity was quite high since this is the time of the annual monsoon season here in Tucson.


Every time a condemned person is executed there is a huge uproar over how the method is inhumane... that it is cruel and unusual punishment.

I do not understand why the authorities do not adopt the most humane method of bringing about death that I can think of. All they have to do is administer the same anesthetic that is used in surgery. Then the surgeon can merely stop the heart, as is done in cardiac surgery. Also, the brain stem can be disconnected, if necessary. Painless and humane.

I suppose that I could be overlooking something, but I don't think so.


There is a site I want to check out: but there is something currently wrong with the site. I'll keep trying and report on what I learn afterward.

More to come . . .


"Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way."
--E.L. Doctorow

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