The new Atkins diet: read about these despicable people and completely lose your appetite.
This story, highlighted around the web, has me shaking with fury:
Patrick Atkins and Brett Conrad met in 1978 and remained together until fate and Patrick’s family separated the life partners.
While on a business trip in 2005, Patrick suffered an aneurysm and then a stroke. Hospitalized in Atlanta, Georgia, Brett went to be with Patrick; however, to say that Brett’s presence at the hospital was displeasing to Patrick’s mother, Jeanne Atkins (as in Atkins Elegant Desserts and Atkins Cheesecake) is an understatement. . .
“Patrick’s brother testified that Brett’s mere presence in the hospital was “hurting” Jeanne and offending her religions beliefs. Jeanne told Brett that if Patrick was going to return to his life with Brett after recovering from the stroke, she would prefer that he not recover at all.”
Jesus wept. This wench would prefer that her son suffer the debilitating aftereffects of stroke in perpetuity than return to the arms of someone who loves him . . . because that someone happens to be a man.
Remember to say a prayer tonight for this couple to come through this without having to suffer these fools and their bile. To spend twenty-five years with someone and still have your family treat that person like total (excuse my french) SHIT is abominable.
I hope her tits fall off and she grows hair on her chest, she gets mistaken for a sasquatch and dies of old age in some experimental government laboratory.
I cannot emphasize how lucky Norm & I are to have such loving families who are aware of our wishes should one of us unexpectedly fall ill or, God forbid, die. Life insurance and mortgage carefully spell out beneficiaries, and though we’re not “civil unioned,” we’ve been together for 14 years and everyone is clear on who gets what under what circumstances.
You bigots wonder why we want the rights of civil marriage. It’s so our lives and our loved ones aren’t wiped out by bigoted families when something bad happens to us and we’re no longer in control. Oh-so-often nominally “Christian” families are anything but Christ-like in their attitudes:
Without such (marriage) protection, says the Rev. Jeff Miner, a pastor at Jesus Metropolitan Community Church, a gay-affirming congregation in Indianapolis, “you’re thrown upon the mercy of the family, and in some cases they’re not merciful.”
Many like to profess that there are “other routes” via various legal arrangements that allow gay couples to prepare for any eventuality. “HA!” I laugh in scorn at the idea. Legal arrangements such as hospital visitation are no friggin good when the hospital chooses not to honor them. As in the case of Bill Flanagan and his partner, Daniel:
In October 2000, Bill Flanigan’s longtime partner, Robert Daniel, was admitted to the University of Maryland Medical System’s Shock Trauma Center in Baltimore. He was suffering complications from AIDS. The men, who resided in California, were on their way to visit Flanigan’s sister when Daniel became seriously ill.
When Flanigan asked to see his partner and confer with his doctors, the hospital staff allegedly told him that only family members were allowed to do so, and he was not what they considered family, according to Flanigan.
In California, the two men were signed up with that state’s domestic partnership registry. Flanigan also had durable power of attorney that gave him authority to express Daniel’s wishes for medical treatment, including Daniel’s request not to have any life-sustaining procedures performed.
But neither of these facts allegedly made any difference.
Flanigan was finally allowed to see Daniel once Daniel’s mother and other family members arrived, he says. By then, Daniel had a breathing tube inserted, which contravened his wish to not have any life-sustaining procedures, Flanigan charges. His eyes were also taped closed, he says.
Daniel died without having a chance to say goodbye to his partner.
‘Scuse me. I have to go punch something.