Jack Kevorkian died this morning. He was best – actually, only – known for being an enthusiastic supporter of assisted suicide. Frankly, I think that he got off on killing people. Sure, Kevorkian did it with their permission and participation, and only then – but you looked in his eyes, and there was something there looking back that fed on death. Something that was always hungry.
Oh, well, he’s no longer humanity’s problem.
He also painted, and produced “works” that would be right at home in an exhibition of Lovecraft mythos artwork. He didn’t assist with suicide in order to end suffering; he did so because he loved to watch people die.
Respectfully disagree. As long as people agree with his sick and twisted philosophy of death, he’ll ALWAYS be our problem, in the deepest and most powerful sense of that phrase.
Goodbye to one more serial killer.
The Detroit Free Press investigated and found that dozens of the people Kevorkian killed either were not close to death or were perfectly healthy.