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A brain dead Texas woman…hmm. That doesn’t strike one as particularly newsworthy. No. One more time: A Fort Worth hospital kept a dead woman on life support because she was pregnant. What a wretched case. Yesterday a judge put an end to the horror show:

The judge, R. H. Wallace Jr. of 96th District Court in Tarrant County, ruled that Ms. Muñoz, 33, who has been on life support at John Peter Smith Hospital since November and is now 22 weeks pregnant, was legally dead, agreeing with the family’s lawyers that the hospital had erred in its decision to keep her on life support. The hospital had said the Texas law addressing life support for pregnant women prevented it from granting the family’s wish, but the judge said the law did not apply to Ms. Muñoz because she is dead.

Pretty sound logic there. Ms. Muñoz is not a pregnant patient because Ms. Muñoz is not. She doesn’t exist. Sad but true, she is dead. I applaud the court for exercising its sharp legal mind. Readers of Ann Althouse, not so much:

So, the baby is abnormal according to the testimony of the husband’s lawyer. The hospital responsible for the child’s care has not spoken publicly of the baby’s condition.

Ann has provided the link at the top of the page. Has anyone bothered to click it? Althouse droogies, are you kidding?

The hospital acknowledged in court documents that the fetus was not viable.

Amazing. It’s not the facts of the matter that matter, only that the matter appears to support the facts. Their facts, which are all that matter. Those are excreted freely within the confines of Ann’s Outhouse, soft and below the belt, and flung carelessly, as needed. Very much as needed:

Either way, the judge has ordered the execution of the child. Perhaps only because it is unwanted or a burden for the father.

Certainly the malformed tissue has been sentenced to death. Oh of course the husband’s an asshole, you bet he is. Don’t take fact as any sort of convenience.

Moments after Judge Wallace made his ruling, Mr. Muñoz, 26, who had been sitting in a bench behind his lawyers, slumped in his seat and began weeping. He was embraced by his relatives.

“There’s nothing happy about today,” Ms. King said outside the courtroom. “This was a sad situation all the way around. We are relieved that Erick Muñoz can now move forward with the process of burying his wife.”

…and again all you had to do was read the article. Genius me, that’s what I did. That’s how I came to think that this Erick character might not be the Genghis Khan of Embryomeadow. But don’t let his tears stain the nobility of your politics. Right?

While the mother is innocent by virtue of her untimely death, the father is derelict in his duties and responsibilities for a human life that he participated in conceiving.


“When I bend down to kiss her forehead, her usual scent is gone, replaced instead with what I can only describe as the smell of death. As a paramedic, I am very familiar with this smell, and I now recognize it when I kiss my wife. In addition, Marlise’s hands no longer naturally grip mine for an embrace. Her limbs have become so stiff and rigid due to her deteriorating condition that now, when I move her hands, her bones crack, and her legs are nothing more than dead weight.”

Remember what they did to Michael Schiavo? The right to life crowd are such a respectful and reasonable bunch.

You know what kills me?

Most of the people baying for the death of this baby are the same ones who if it was a dog and puppies in this situation instead of humans, would be donating money to keep the dog alive until the puppies were born.

They’re really smart too. Remember the time they kept that pregnant dog’s body on life support for over a month to save all the puppies? No? Maybe it was an episode of “Dr. Quinn, Space Veterinarian.” I do get confused.