When it comes to the whole idea of “death panels” and euthanasia, I’m almost entirely opposed at the moment due to the sheer levels of hypocrisy and sadism that currently lies within literally every single Western government.

First off, from my understanding of British law, the whole decision-making process of letting someone who is terminal “die with dignity” does not lie exclusively with an individual or with family members, but rests in the hands of special panels of doctors/specialists who essentially base rulings on shekels and on whether continued care would burden a healthcare system already collapsing due to immigration.

And secondly, while some nations willfully put down little White children and sickly individuals, nothing is said about the financial aid and sustenance given to Third-World hovels in Africa, Asia, and other centers of heavy humanoid activity (the food, medicine, and technology given is essentially life support, for without it, The Reaper would arrive to claim millions).

For those reasons alone (emotion as a father is also a factor), I stand with little Charlie Gard against the twisted hate of the decadent and godless British authorities.

The Hill:

President Trump on Monday offered to help a critically ill British child who has become a flashpoint in the United Kingdom debate over whether the government should have a say in individual matters pertaining to life and death. Trump tweeted his support for Charlie Gard, a 10-month-old infant on life support due to complications from a mitochondrial disease. The controversy around Gard has engulfed the Vatican, which infuriated some on the right by not immediately siding entirely with the parents, who want to seek experimental medication in the U.S. or bring their child home to die. “If we can help little #CharlieGard, as per our friends in the U.K. and the Pope, we would be delighted to do so,” Trump tweeted. Gard’s case has created an international uproar and sparked debate over whether the government should be able to mandate “death with dignity” over a family’s wishes to seek out experimental medication for their sick child. Gard was born with a rare genetic condition and cannot move or breathe on his own. His parents want to bring him to the U.S. to seek experimental medication or take him home so they can spend their final hours together. The Great Ormond Street Hospital where he is staying has argued the child would suffer harm because there is no prospect he will recover. The British Supreme Court is backing the hospital, opening the door for doctors there to withdraw life support for the child. Gard’s parents will also not be allowed to take him home to die.

I have a four-month-old baby boy that represents the innocence, beauty, and pure happiness that has almost been extinguished from this world, and if I were in the position of little Charlie’s dad, I can’t say that I would be as calm and composed as he has been through this ordeal.

I would almost certainly snap – the issue would trigger the primeval rage that in this modern age has largely been relegated to the bond between child and loving parent.

And before anyone gets into a sperg rage over the idea of eugenics and defects, we’re not even talking about that issue – as far as I can tell, nobody with such an acute version of Charlie’s illness has ever survived into adulthood, and if there are some out there (less severe cases have a better prognosis), they are likely not in any shape or mindset to reproduce.

What we’re dealing with here is a deranged government (really qualifying as evil according to most definitions of the word) refusing to allow parents with money raised outside of the NHS to take their child to the United States for treatment already offered by those seeking to maybe buy Charlie a few more years of existence.

Even if the treatment fails to achieve a breakthrough, the most honorable thing (we know Jewed Cuck Island is anything but) would be for the State to back down, allow the Gard family peace, and let Charlie pass on AT HOME while being wrapped in his favorite blanket, surrounded by his favorite toys, and with his mother and father at his side.