Remembering Soylent Green.

Remember the movie, "Soylent Green"? It was an underway flick I saw on my first boat. Anyone familiar with "hacker cards" understands me when I say they would get double punched for this turkey.

For those ignorant of the term, underway movies on a sub were the worst you might find. I'm. Not. Kidding. We're talking so bad that no amount of T&A would redeem them even for a crew of testosterone charged twenty-somethings who had been at sea for a month or two.

So somewhere along the way, a crewmember on a boat started a contest whereby the contestants were issued cards to be punched after viewing especially bad movies. The really bad ones got double/triple punched. He who had the most punch marks on his card at the end of the run was the winner. I really don't know what the prize was, probably a gallon-sized bottle of Jack Black to help wash away the memories.

Thus was born the concept of hacker cards. My own most notable experience? That would have been watching all three of the "Toxic Avenger" flicks the same night. I only got one punch per flick. Bummer.

But let's get back to that masterpiece of cinematic excellence, "Soylent Green".

First let me say that Charlton Heston must have really needed the money. No two ways about it.

The most disturbing thing to me about the movie was it's casual acceptance of euthanasia, the shocker was supposed to be what happened to the bodies afterwards. I never really got that one, it seemed assbackwards to me. Part of being a cultural Neanderthal.

So now it appears the acceptance of suicide is being subtly forced upon the medical profession. Here's the story.

Even before turning back to religion some years ago I was against this crap. It's just too wide open for abuse. But as we've seen with the hysterically hyperventilating proponents of the culture of death , freedom of choice in this area only exists if you're choosing suicide. No prolife options allowed.

Once again, life is imitating "art" (God, that movie really stunk!!).