the angels wept, but it wasn't up to the angels to decide

When Terry Schiavo finally passed away, I believe there was a far greater sigh of relief in this country than some people would have you think. I don't get political (which is often the rallying cry of some of the worst political supporters, but bear with me), but there was so much coverage of what would, in any other situation, have been a quiet, anonymous, personal tragedy, that it makes me a little sad and sick inside to see how far some people will steal away with someone else's crisis to forward their own agendas. Maybe my naive is showing, but I don't care.

I think the situation should create in all of us the outrage one feels when a celebrity, because of their status and public visibility, gets off light after committing a crime, when you or I would have the book thrown at us.

Perhaps the reason I say I don’t get political is that in this case, politics should never have entered into the matter in the first place. This was, at its core, an estate issue between a husband and wife, period. It was personal. It simply wasn't anyone else's goddam business.