Ode to Bitter Bob
He once had a life of fun
Now he's Bitter Bob
12 gauges are very messy, but an asshole like you has spent the last 20 years of leaving messes for others to clean up so why should you start giving a shit now?
My Exit Strategy is a 9mm (I'm giving my 1911s to relatives), some really good drugs (a lot of them), a light sleeping bag, granola bars and a canteen followed by a long walk in the woods. If mobility is a problem, I have two options; a kayak or an ultralight. Of course, just having an "accident" with the UL would do the trick in a pince too. Roll it on its back and spiral down full throttle. Much better than lying bed bitter and hateful.
Obviously that takes planning and not everyone has that option. A good friend of my,
Jess Shryack, a great pilot who kept teaching into his 80s, had a stroke. Instant grounding, instant immobilization. He was bitter too but I suspect he was pissed because they didn't let him die and forced him to live in a wheelchair with one side paralyzed. He lived like that for another 5 years or so, driving everyone away from him. In that case, having a secret stash of pills, probably opioids, would have been useful.
Dr. Kevorkian's "Final Exit" has been useful for many others. I can't find a free PDF copy, but here's a sample:
https://www.finalexit.org/final-exit...ion-sample.pdf
I'll acquire a copy for myself. A good Marine always has a Plan B. Sometimes a Plan C and Plan D.
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