That the Congress basically climbed into Terri Schiavo's private deathbed is not only disgraceful, it's scary.
This was a family matter and nobody else's business. Five years ago, in the midst of their guardianship battle with her husband, Schiavo's parents conceded that their daughter was in a persistent vegetative state.
Then they went national, and that's when the circus started -- the wailing Bible-thumpers, the goofballs with their homemade crucifixes, the pious anti-abortion lobby and their rabidly misinformed bloggers.
Close behind were politicians on the scent of votes and money....
The whole thing was one of the most cynical charades in memory. From the Congress to the White House to the statehouse, they all got their piece of Terri Schiavo.
By the time this column appears, she might be gone, but you can be sure that the politicians and the zealots they're courting will never let this poor woman die.
Even when she's dead.
Did you enjoy that slab of red meat? I thought it had an off taste.
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