If Terri had been a convicted muderer

Over at Sobering Thoughts, Paul Tuns leaked the following section from my upcoming Interim column:

“Yet if Terri’s execution sets such a dangerous precedent, it is in part because Bishop Robert Lynch has been asleep at the crozier. As the Roman Catholic Bishop of the Diocese of St. Petersburg, he bears responsibility for Terriís spiritual care. It is up to Bishop Lynch to defend Terriís dignity as a human person as well as Terri’s religious rights as a Catholic. Nevertheless, the Bishopís response thus far has been a little less than pitiful.

For example, let us look at the following excerpt from Bishop Lynch’s statement of February 28th, 2005, as posted to the Diocese of St. Petersburg website: ‘As the local bishop and pastor for all the family parties involved, I would like to add the following. At the end of the day (the judicial, legislative days) the decision to remove Terri’s artificial feeding tube will be that of her husband, Michael. It is he who will give the order, not the courts or certainly the governor or legislature or the medical personnel surrounding and caring for Terri. In other words, as I have said from the beginning of this sad situation, the decision will be made within a family. A significant part of that family feels they are outside of the decision-making process and they are in great pain and suffering mightily.’

Had Terri been a convicted murderer on her way to the execution chamber, Bishop Lynch would have readily, publically, and unambiguously condemned the taking of her life. But Terri is no convicted criminal, and Bishop Lynch is no St. Francis de Sales. Rather he acts as timidly towards Terri as the Apostles towards Our Lord during the Passion. And just as Our Lord found Himself alone before Pontius Pilate, Terri now finds herself alone before Judge Greer. May God have mercy upon our brothers and sisters with special needs.”

Questionable Timing on the Part of the USCCB

I don’t know who is in charge of timing at the USCCB, but that individual needs a lesson in national affairs. Today the USCCB launches a major information campaign against capital punishment. As someone who who opposes the idea of capital punishment for retributive justice, I am glad to see such a campaign. Nevertheless, its timing could not be worse.
With the kidnapping, rape and brutal slaying of nine-year-old Jessica Marie Lunsford still fresh in people’s minds, the USCCB is not about to get much sympathy from the pro-capital punishment crowd right now. Even those who are usually on the fense will be leaning towards the pro side right now.
Secondly, Pro-life Catholics like myself who usually do the grunt work when it comes to these types of campaigns are still upset with perceived episcopal innaction. I’m talking, of course, about the other big news story of the day, Terri Schiavo. Show some episcopal spine with the life of an innocent woman, and then maybe we will listen when it comes to sparing the lives of child rapists and murderers.

You’re a Mean One, Mr. Greer

You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch
You’re a mean one, Mister Grieer
You really are a heel,
You’re as cuddly as a cactus, you’re as charming as an eel, Mister Greer,
You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You’re a monster, Mister Greer,
Your heart’s an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you’ve got garlic in your soul, Mister Greer,
I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You’re a vile one, Mister Greer,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mister Greer,
Given a choice between the two of you I’d take the … seasick crocodile!
You’re a rotter, Mister Greer,
You’re the king of sinful sots,
Your heart’s a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mister Greer,
You’re a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich, with arsenic sauce!
You nauseate me, Mister Greer,
With a nauseous super “naus”,
You’re a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mister Greer,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots!
You’re a foul one, Mister Greer,
You’re a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mister Greer,
The three words that describe you are as follows, and I quote, “’Stink’, ‘Stank’, ‘Stunk!’”