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Tänker du på oss 99,999% som kommer att överleva? Ja vi borde lära oss en del som vad som är värt något, om vi nästa gång multisjuka och 80+are som ändå ska dö ligger i farozonen ska göra halva jordens befolkning arbetslösa eller om vi ska acceptera att sköra och gamla dör förr eller senare. Kanske även att feta människor och rökare själva är ansvariga för sin hälsa. Kanske blir en rätt härlig värld där vi nyktrar till och förstår att ekonomiskt välstånd är det enda som är viktigt. Jag är inte ironisk.
Disgusting. To point wildly at the older generations and yell, “these ones first! My gods, they are ninety-plus!”
And so they die. Weak and fragile, alone and forgotten in their rooms. Gasping for breath as their carers inject them with heavy drugs to muffle their cries. But the hospitals are still full.
“But these ones next! They are also old, they are eighty-plus! Nobody can expect us to care for them!”
And so they die. Alongside the generation preceding them, they too are taken, gasping for breath as their carers fill their veins with morphine to ease their last hours. But the hospitals are still full.
“Now these ones. They are also old! Seventy-plus. Take them so when I get sick, there’s space for me!”
And so they too die. Alone in their homes, or with blood drowned in drugs. The weight of it all weighing down on society as one generation is struck down, then the next. But the hospitals are still full.
“This won’t do! The sixty-plus! They must also die! Anybody who stands in the way of a perceptual increase in my economy must die!”
And so they too die. Three generations peddled to the slaughter like sheep to an abattoir while the youth cry out like fattened wolves, “more death! more death!” — their fingers clutched around paper bills that we assign value to, numbers in a system we choose to believe. Yet the numbers in the system keep going down. The hospitals are still full.
One by one the Swedes look around to find their parents and grandparents gone, euthanized by a nation lost in broken principles. To sacrifice so readily for a defeated cause is admirable in war-time, but this is no ordinary war. This is the silent war. And as the dust settles and the fires waver, when the Swedes feel comfortable crawling from their houses in which they cowered — they look around the world. Counting on their fingers how many of their family they’ve lost, one - two - three .... counting how many friends have lost their parents .... one - two - three....
They rush to their bank accounts, smiles on their faces. But the numbers never increased. They realize in despair the country is poorer, their wallets depleted, their families gone. For the promise of little bills of paper and the biggest lie they’ve ever swallowed.