Twenty-seven-year-old quadriplegic smokes pot to feel better, gets arrested because he has the misfortune to ride in a car containing a loaded gun and some cocaine, gets sentenced to ten days in prison. And dies, due in all appearances to negligence and callousness.
It boggles me that any human being can be as shielded from emotion as the judge who refused to put the boy on probation, the medical personnel at the hospital that refused to re-admit him when he needed it, and whoever the hell took hours to get him to a hospital from jail in the first place, when Jonathan was evidently in need of “acute medical attention.”
“A hundred thousand deaths and Completely ruined lives are worth it, as long as we save just one life” Seems to be what they are saying.
Ugh.