Rabies arn't funny

  The baby....the baby, the baby is dead there is no life in its eyes....lightened ...almost colorless iris's with pinpricks for pupils.  As we stand there in a horror movie of sorts.....but no its real life, coming to realize that God is a cruel cocksucker.  This baby is born without any brain activity....its a turnip and my friend for over 20 yrs is living in the middle of this freakshow and nobody is taking any responsibility.  The doctor....oh hes a crafty man....head of the bcma and a very likable guy...I want to be angry at him but i like him from previous encounters.....I need to be angry.....a person is supposed to be angry at something like this.  My friend and her husband are sad.....not angry like they should be but real sad sacks.....like this brain dead baby has sucked all the anger and fight out of them so I go into shock and stay out of anger.

  A week and a half go by and we wait in a church with all the other friends and family of this couple ...waiting for them to come home to port alberni from victoria....not knowing what to expect...will they bring the dead baby with them? we ask each other.  My friend she comes running in like a screaming banshee....."shes still alive....shes still alive"she wails like a siren.  We look a each other my wife and i with incredulity and disgust as my friend comes running into the church with the brain dead baby on her shoulder...I think to myself...what the f--k is going on?  Is there no sanity in this situation.....Then like a carnival show operator the preacher takes the turnip and holds it up to the sky and pleads..."God if its in your will breathe life into this baby" and well that takes the cake...my wife and i are absolutely stunned and completely disgusted in this display of vulgarity by a so called man of God.

  So another few days goes by and i go visit my friend and her husband to help be of some support and lo and behold the baby is still ticking.....there feeding it regularly and changing it...like a living doll ..no sounds ...nothing but breathing and wide  staring dead eyes...i make a quick departure....i cant handle it...I don't go back and see them until i know the dead baby is really dead... strange days indeed