Peggy Noonan writes in the Wall Street Journal this morning about those who have “half fallen in love with death” in their enthusiasm for euthanasia, asking some very good questions about the consistency, certainty, and passion of the pull-the-tube advocates. I don’t believe that Noonan’s sobering conclusion is over-the-top:
Once you “know” that—that human life is not so special after all—then everything is possible, and none of it is good. When a society comes to believe that human life is not inherently worth living, it is a slippery slope to the gas chamber. You wind up on a low road that twists past Columbine and leads toward
