Nothing to do with voluntary euthanasia and the lack of checks and balances.

You asked for the name of a medical professional who committed murder, so I gave you one; don’t start shifting goalposts.

“Doctor” Harold Fredrick Shipman, for one.

According to the National Archives, she was renamed Dunkery Beacon, and registration ceased in 1955; they have something, dating from 1946-1955, but possibly not her wartime service.

Just like John Green, then.

Come on, admit it. He’s your dad, isn’t he?

My father died 20 years ago.

Did you miss post #262?

No, I simply ignored it.

What planet are you on?

I would be extremely loth to take English instruction from someone who 1/. uses “what,” when “which” is the correct interrogative pronoun; 2/. leaves out the major part, i.e. “living” from the phrasal verb “living on,” just to make some tortuous point, and 3/. sends me, for further instruction, to a writer who advocates the use of the ghastly “word” “gonna.”

Before the advent of the dinghy, pilots had the luxury of a sheet of rubber on top of the parachute, for which Al Deere, for one, expressed his regret when they lost it. The lozenge-shaped depression, in the seat, was supposed to take the compressed-air inflation bottle, though pilots said that it still did obscene things to their backsides.