Sparks: ‘Life saving’ drug for people with opioid dependency to be pulled from Australia by end of year

The matter is this: you are told a distant board of directors has the right to decide whether you live or die, which is a tyranny more absolute than any crown ever dared to claim over a free people.

Victory belongs to the one who controls the supply of life itself, for by withdrawing from the field of mercy, the merchant forces the sovereign to surrender his treasury or face the chaos of his own abandoned wounded.

If a nation claims to value the life of its citizens while allowing the very means of their salvation to be bartered away by foreign interests, then that nation is a house divided against its own purpose.

The company’s departure was handled with the quiet efficiency of a butler removing a chipped teacup, leaving the guests to realize, rather too late, that the contents of the cup were the only thing keeping them from the floor.

We observe here a repetition compulsion where the state’s historical neglect of the disenfranchised returns as a corporate withdrawal, proving that the patient prefers the familiar sting of abandonment to the difficult labor of genuine protection.

You calculate the cost of a pill on a ledger and find it lacking, but in doing so, you have already murdered the soul of the man who needs it, proving that your cold arithmetic is the true demon haunting the world.

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation, but we have now reached a state of such advanced artificiality that even the tools for surviving that desperation are subjected to the whims of a commerce that knows nothing of the soul.

You boast of your liberty and your progress while you leave the dependent in chains of agony, proving that your mercy is as hollow as the promises of a master who sells his workers down the river to balance his books.

They watch the medicine vanish as if it were a falling leaf rather than a stolen breath, proving that the inhabitants of this iron house would rather suffocate in silence than scream at the hand that turns the key.