The sweetest words I've read in a long time must be 'Margo MacDonald's End of Life Assistance Bill rejected'.
Te Deum Laudamus!
This is the most positive move that the Scottish Parliament has ever made, denying MacDonald the right to increase the chances of the sick and weak being exposed to the risk of medical murder in order, in my opinion, to spare her husband, a totem cum sachem of Scottish civic nationalism, the indignity of being tried for her murder. While one must try to be charitable towards her, and charity is a quality I'm afraid I often lack, as a disabled person, one who would almost certainly have been put at risk by her law at some point, it is difficult to see her effort as having been one founded in anything other than almost monstrous conceit. I am sorry for her personally, whatever I might have written before now - in mitigation, it was written probably out of fear and a powerful sense of helplessness, itself a commentary on the Scottish Parliament's perceived competence - but I am glad she has lost, and I will always be glad if she always loses every round of this battle.
She's been reported as saying that if she's re-elected, she'll be back for another go. As those who love life, we should do everything we can to oppose her. This law obviously means so much to her that she's going to run again for Parliament in her '70's, while suffering from Parkinson's. Her commitment to this law is obviously deep. Our commitment to opposing her should be equally deep.