Whatever happened to saving lives—as many as possible? This reminds me of the “Values Clarification” stuff that has been in schol; i.e. if you have to throw someone over from a lifeboat, who would you toss and why?
Yep, this really pisses me off. I’ve had quite a bit of “drink” tonight and my gf of four years left me. Still, though, I don’t like the thought of playing god with people’s lives.
Whatever happened to saving lives—as many as possible? This reminds me of the “Values Clarification” stuff that has been in schol; i.e. if you have to throw someone over from a lifeboat, who would you toss and why?
They are talking about during a pandemic. Sheesh you can’t save everyone and they are being responsible by discussing this now before all hell brakes loose and they don’t know which why to go because of chaos. This is good reasonable preparation. I hate to think that everyone can’t be saved but that is not possible if you have 300 million people dying. However, they will get as many as possible that is for sure.
Triage is all about saving as many lives as possible, in a situation where there are not enough medical resources to go around.
In a grossly oversimplified example, lets say you have 20 units of "medical resource", and 5 patients.
Patients A, B, C, and D each need 5 units and will die if given less than 5. Patient E needs 20 units and will die if given less than 20. How do you allocate your 20 units of medical resources to maximize the number of surviving patients?
In the above example, saving the one who needs the most units of medical resources means that the other four will die, so you save the four who need the least.
Pro-life bump!
The time to act is now, but the National Chamber of Commerce and the Farm Bureau Co-Op folks have joined forces with La Raza to prevent us from getting more medical personnel from abroad unless we open the boarders.
Save the water carriers, not the water drinkers.
I’d rather resouces be spent to preseve an octagenrian who has been productive their entire life, than a 20-something slob who’s destiny will include a stint on disability for some phantom back pain incured for being morbidly obese and protesting when his stupid factory gets shut down thanks to his knuckle-head union.