Most
agree foresight is the last function of a boy’s
brain to develop. Some never develop this high-end
cognitive skill, so they become politicians. I will
address the boy thing first. When Tyler, my
youngest, was about twelve, he and his buddy,
Robbie, accompanied me to Wyoming for a weekend of
corral and barn cleaning. In retrospect, Tyler and
Robbie should have been painting, but in a weak
moment I nodded “yes” when they asked to drive the
four-wheeler over the hill to our pastures on West
Pass Creek. Three hours later, Tyler and Robbie
sloshed into the barnyard soaked from head to toe.
The four-wheeler was nowhere in sight and Robbie
wisely ducked around the far end of the barn while
Tyler explained his story.
Following the county road back to the ranch would be
boring, so these two 12-year-olds decided to take a
shortcut through the hills. One-quarter mile off the
road they discovered the spring run-off had made
little West Pass Creek into a raging river. A
culvert on their route had washed out, so Tyler and
Robbie drove up and down the bank searching for
another place to cross the creek. They spotted one
section where the water seemed smooth so they
decided here was the best place to make a high speed
run across the creek. At no time prior to their
attempt, did either boy have the foresight to
consider the the water’s surface looked calm because
it was deep; really deep. One-half second into their
crossing, hindsight kicked-in. Both boys and the
four-wheeler disappeared beneath the icy water’s
surface, before the boys scrambled out of the creek
on the far bank. Now their shortcut amounted to a
two mile march in wet jeans and coats. Life without
foresight can be ruthless and this same phenomenon
reared its ugly head Thursday on the floor of
Montana’s House. Here is the story.
I am sponsoring HB505, an “act prohibiting
physician-assisted suicide” in Montana. Under normal
circumstances, public servants on the freedom side
of the spectrum would view the life ending decision
as a private one between an individual and their
doctor. These are not normal times. Using foresight,
imagine the sunset year of your life. Today, you may
be robust, strong, and fearless, but nearing the end
you will likely be weak, confused and scared. During
such threatening times, it is comforting if you have
a relative aiding you through your final chapters.
You do. Unfortunately, your relative has less than
honorable intentions because they stand to inherit
half of your estate. Even worse, their right to your
life’s wealth is established in law so it is
impossible to write them out of your will. This
relative is not your child, grandchild, niece,
nephew or spouse; it is your uncle. I will explain.
Without question, 90 percent of healthcare costs are
incurred in the final six months of your life, so
your uncle benefits more the earlier he can steer
you to physician-assisted suicide. This uncle is a
busy body who also controls the diagnosis of your
terminal condition along with government approved
treatment choices to the extent of allowing or
prohibiting the use of pain killers in your final
days. In case you did not beat me to the connection,
your uncle’s name is Sam.
Once fully implemented, Obamacare as the single
party payer gives your Uncle Sam complete control of
both your life and your death. Euphemistically
labeled “end-of-life counselors”, Uncle Sam’s power
to coerce coupled with the inheritance tax makes
Obamacare Marxism on steroids. Washington’s wizards
of wisdom could easily reduce the inheritance
exemption to $100,000 while simultaneously raising
the tax rate to 100 percent. Suddenly, most all the
wealth in America is available for redistribution by
the ruling elite.
Only 51 of 100 Montana representatives had the
foresight to follow this connection, so HB505 weakly
passed the House. Its fate, along with Uncle Sam’s
death grip on both your neck and wallet, now pass to
the Senate. Government sponsored assisted suicide is
terrifying if you have the foresight to recognize
it.
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