Chameleon Magazine

 🕰️👑💀While real people beg for autonomy in their final days, a velvet-robed theatre troupe known as the House of Lords is busy weaponising parliamentary procedure like it’s a sport. These unelected lifers can’t pass laws—but they can smother them under a duvet of “scrutiny” until the clock runs out. And when that bill is about assisted dying, delay isn’t just delay. It’s cruelty in costume.

🧓💼 The Eternal Life Club of Legislative Interference

Step right up to the House of Lords: where 783 unelected peers can outmaneuver the entire elected chamber like a bad Hogwarts subplot. They can’t formally say no, but they’ve mastered the art of saying not yet until “not ever” takes care of the rest. And on assisted dying—where timing is literally life or death—they’ve chosen the path of infinite amendments, procedural stalling, and good old-fashioned moral grandstanding.

Why? Because they can.

Forget democratic consent. These folks aren’t elected, can’t be fired, and don’t even need to pretend they’re representing anyone but their own conscience—or their party donor’s conscience, or their cousin’s conscience who once ran a hedge fund.

And spare us the fairy tale about them being “experts”. If by “expert” you mean a defeated MP, a billionaire’s golf buddy, or someone who once chaired a committee in 1997, then sure, it’s Hogwarts for Bureaucrats. But stop calling it wisdom. It’s insulation in ermine.

Meanwhile, terminally ill people with days, not months, to live? They’re told to wait. Wait for a roundtable of political retirees to stop waffling and let them choose dignity over agony. Except dignity doesn’t get a second reading, apparently.

💣 Challenges 💣

How long are we going to let unelected aristocrats decide when the suffering of others is sufficiently debated? Shouldn’t life-or-death legislation be in the hands of people who actually face voters—or consequences?

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