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Not only do I know Dr. Jack Kevorkian, but I know Neal Nicol, as well.

As a matter of fact, Neal sat down beside me in a theater in Kalamazoo, Michigan, to watch the socially evolved play, Good Death, that was created by the theater members at Western Michigan University, last October, and does a tremendous job at conveying the real Dr. Kevorkian to the public.

I had a bit of a problem with John Goodman in the role of Neal Nicol, due to the overabundance of belly and body fat the actor carries about. I was with Neal 15 years ago and 6 months ago, and, I can tell you that, yes, Neal Nicol is a big man, but he is not a big slump of fat like the actor who portrayed him.

I know a movie is a movie, but when the people are real and are the very people who helped my son, Nick Loving, escape the protracted suffering of Lou Gehrig’s and die a Good Death, the film is seen through a unique prism, one of actual experience.

By the way, Nick passed away on Neal’s couch in the living room of his lovely home, which had been used before and broken into by the police so many times that Neal put a sign over the front door saying, “Police Entrance.”

On Thursday, April 15, 2010, John Goodman was a guest on The View, following a discussion on the merits of assisted death, as a result of the HBO movie premier about Dr. Kevorkian.

Why John Goodman? Because he portrays Neal Nicol, Dr. Kevorkian’s friend and assistant, in the HBO production, You Don’t Know Jack, which premiered in New York on Wednesday night, April 14.

Thumbs down for John Goodman, who was so fucked up, on who knows what, that he failed to say anything about the movie. He failed to live up to his contractual obligation to PROMOTE the work. If I were HBO, I would sue him for breach of contract.

The showcase of John Goodman on behalf of You Don’t Know Jack was a promotional failure.

By the way, my beloved Nick left this world in the home of the REAL NEAL NICOL!

Good Death, the play brought to life through the collaborative gifted talents of the theatrical group at Western Michigan University and the esteemed Tectonic director, Kelli Simpkins, portrays the truth about Dr. Kevorkian.

Kalamazoo residents are just the first to see the doctor for who he really is, as a result of the most powerful ground-breaking play of the 21 century. Good Death is an electrifying work that will forever change the way this country looks at the doctor, those he helped, and the phenomenon we call death.

Yes, I said fuck Homeland Security!

It is nothing but a scam, one big giant scam. How do I know? Because I have just flown on Northwest Airlines to Kalamazoo, Michigan. My intention was to travel light, with one small bag to carry on the plane; but, oh my god, Gestapo stood in my way and made a big fucking deal over a few items in my very small bag.

Who the fuck did the brainless automatons, working at the twisted maze known as Sky Harbor Airport, automatons who force citizens to go through insane security measures, think this old lady was? A mad bomber? A would be assassin of a planeload of people?

Oh, good god, those who are paid not to think or use common sense must have felt victorious and powerful, when they rummaged through my bag and pulled out contents they claimed I was not allowed to carry on the plane.

What were the objects? You won’t believe it:  2 ounces of Oil of Olay, 1 ounce of Fixodent, 2 ounces of Vicks Vaporub, and, oh my god, 7 ounces each of shampoo & conditioner!

Jesus Christ, what has happened to this country?

The brainless automaton who pulled these items out of my bag (and would not let me touch them), said they were not to be carried on the plane. Hum, lets analyze this.

Did the Great Zombies of Homeland Security really think this little old disabled lady, seated in a wheelchair, on her way to Kalamazoo to see a play, intended to bring down the plane?

Did the brainless puppets of Big Brother think my PLOT was to ask the flight attendant to take my bag out of the overhead compartment, once the plane was in the big blue sky; so I could waste my Oil of Olay by mixing it with Fixodent powder and Vicks, in order to create a harmless chemical paste? A homeland-security paste threat?

Did they think I was going to spread the combined mixture on crackers, knock on the cockpit door, and offer the concoction to the pilot to eat? Certainly, the three items were not going to blow up the plane, separately or combined!

Maybe, they thought that I was going to waste my expensive shampoo & conditioner, by forcing everyone to clean their hair at my expense; and, then, while everyone was busy bowing to my command, they must have assumed that I was going to hijack the plane and fly it into a building.

Sorry, ma’am, you cannot take your property on the plane! You can throw them away or you can PAY $20.00 to check your carry-on bag and have it stowed in the belly of the plane. Oh! I see! My life-threatening property did not pose a threat as long as I paid an extra $20.00.

Here is where your TAX dollars are going America, to bring down little people like me!

Good Death is coming to Kalamazoo!

Theater students at Western Michigan University have  undertaken the task of presenting to you a comprehensive look at human mortality in society. Their original play is a collaborative work by the WMU theater students and members of the acclaimed Tectonic Theater Project.

Good Death is an original play based upon thought-provoking research and interviews on the topic Dr. Jack Kevorkian brought to light in 1990: death, dying, and euthanasia. It has taken 19 years to evolve to this point!

I look forward to the theatrical production and my trip to Michigan to meet with the talent dedicated to broaching the most important issue of human life: mortal certainty.

Not everyone gets hit with such a question, but, as someone who has had unparalleled experiences with death, dying, and euthanasia; I can tell you that such a question has never been posed to me before by anyone who has interviewed me, over the past fourteen years.

It is a very good question, indeed, with no simple answer. As I thought about the question, I realized that I could not provide a simple answer. There are many ways to define death, but I placed my answers on four different levels: a personal level, a family level, a social level, and a medical level.

Death on a personal level, the individual level, the mortal level.

Personally, I know my death will be nothing more than the process of divesting my long devoted immortal soul from my withered and tired temporal body; it is, after all, the only means of setting free my indomitable soul to take up residence in the next world.

I look forward to my own death in that I will finally be free from the insanity of this dark planet I live on, where evil grinds against good and the blind lead the blind. It is the process of death, in this country, that concerns me and it should concern you, as well.

Ask yourself:  Will I die in a STATE run, lock down, profit mongering, institutionalized facility, where I will have no liberty to act upon my own will or freedom to control and assert my wishes and desires regarding my very own life and final act on earth?

Why should someone even have to pose such a question?

When someone suffers from a terminal illness, death can be a process that is long, drawn out, and agonizing for not just the individual, but for the family, as well. Will speak of that later.

Last month, while I was taking a break from the strenuous activity of working on several projects, I was contacted  by a member of the theatrical group at Western Michigan University.

Working under the tutelage of a professional theater group out of New York City (Tectonic Theater Project), Western Michigan University will be putting together a socially significant production on the topic of Death, Dying, & Euthanasia, for the people of Kalamazoo.

I was interviewed and would like to share some of that interview with you. The first question posed is one of particular interest to me:  How do you define death?

I found the question to be provocative in the true sense of the word, stimulating!

The way people define death says more about the individual than the actual final curtain and the final bow we make before the curtain drops, and, I found that there was no simple answer to the complex question.

I will share my answer with you tomorrow!

Sorry I haven’t been with you for a while, been having severe trouble with my eyes.

I do see that the world outside my door is still a path of madness and contention. I must admit to you that the plight of Daniel Hauser and his family literally made me sick, the lack of freedom in this country has turned us into slaves to medical tyranny.

Enough said for now.

HBO is releasing a bio on Dr. Kevorkian in the spring of 2010, which I do not believe will do him justice from what I know about the production; however, it may be enough to spawn another movie offer for My Son, My Sorrow.

I will keep the sight up for another year and talk with you again.

Think of what it has to be like to run from your government, flee from your government because it has the power to create the worst agony knowable to any woman who is a mother, and that is to have your child taken away from you.

A unique form of State imposed terror and torment.

Think of what it must be like to be Colleen Hauser and know that if she does not flee, the State will take her son and place him in a State facility so the State can force him to undergo the detriments of chemotherapy.

Think about what it is like to have a felony warrant out for you, proclaiming that you are depriving the State from having your parental and custodial rights. My heart goes out to this woman because I know that she had no other choice.

The media is not going to report that the doctors overstepped their boundaries by bringing this matter of Daniel and his parents to court. The media receives its advertising money from the pharmaceutical industry! How can you get an impartial view? It is not going to bite the hand that feeds it.

The court is not impartial in this matter or any medical matter, it is imperial!

Rather than round us up and put us in gas chambers for our last breath, our government torments, tortures, and kills in the name of saving lives. Doubt not that there is documented evidence that marijuana is a healing property.

Do you think Hippocrates would heal Daniel by means of such coercive measures? I pray someone can guide Colleen and Daniel Hauser toward hemp oil and traditional Chinese medicine. I pray, also, that the tyranny brought about by the almighty power of the I-know-more-than-God doctor be brought to an end.

A family has been torn apart by the STATE!