Our shop won't making "peeing Calvin" vinyl graphics because it's cheap, rot gut work not worth the trouble and it's not worth the legal risk either. I'll happily point those customers to the flea markets.
We kind of take things on a case by case basis for projects we'll refuse based on moral grounds. Some things just aren't a good look for a sign company. We won't make signs or graphics for hate groups or anything condoning violence or illegal activity.
The situation is not that simple at all. First, such an explanation is only logical when applied to someone who is thinking rationally. Many people dying by their own hand are suffering severe (and often untreated) mental illness. It's out of touch to apply one's own sane perspective onto someone else. No one truly knows what a suicidal person is thinking or what they feel. They don't have the perspective to make that call. It makes about as much sense as a man claiming he knows how labor pain and child birth feels.
The United States has a pretty disgusting track record of treating mental illness, both in actual government/business policy and our nation's popular culture. We seem to think telling people, "suck it up, Buttercup," is an acceptable solution.
With terminally ill people the situation is very complicated there too. No one wants a relative who is terminally ill to die. At the same time we don't want the terminally ill person suffering and those around that person suffering too.
I lost one of Uncles, my Uncle Jim who was my Dad's 2nd youngest brother, to ALS (aka Lou Gehrig’s disease) a few years ago. ALS is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. It took about 2 years from the time of his diagnosis for Jim to die of that horrible disease. The final few months were pure terrifying hell for both Jim and my Aunt Shari. At first the disease robs a person's mobility. Start with a cane, then a walker and then a wheelchair. As it gets worse basic things like being able to swallow food become impossible. Feeding tubes become necessary. The ability to speak slips away. At the end it becomes an all out battle just to be able to breathe. It's not a clean, neat exit either. There's lots of almost dying episodes. My Aunt Shari was so heartbroken when Jim finally died. They had been together since high school. But she also had this wave of terrible guilt due to feeling relief those years of crisis were done.
If I was diagnosed with ALS I'd very tempted to put a gun to my head. Having to die by becoming totally paralyzed and slowly suffocating to death is pretty terrible. I'm sure not going to cast any judgments against terminally ill people choosing assisted suicide as a way to go out with some sense of control and dignity.
We kind of take things on a case by case basis for projects we'll refuse based on moral grounds. Some things just aren't a good look for a sign company. We won't make signs or graphics for hate groups or anything condoning violence or illegal activity.
Johnny Best said:
The situation is not that simple at all. First, such an explanation is only logical when applied to someone who is thinking rationally. Many people dying by their own hand are suffering severe (and often untreated) mental illness. It's out of touch to apply one's own sane perspective onto someone else. No one truly knows what a suicidal person is thinking or what they feel. They don't have the perspective to make that call. It makes about as much sense as a man claiming he knows how labor pain and child birth feels.
The United States has a pretty disgusting track record of treating mental illness, both in actual government/business policy and our nation's popular culture. We seem to think telling people, "suck it up, Buttercup," is an acceptable solution.
With terminally ill people the situation is very complicated there too. No one wants a relative who is terminally ill to die. At the same time we don't want the terminally ill person suffering and those around that person suffering too.
I lost one of Uncles, my Uncle Jim who was my Dad's 2nd youngest brother, to ALS (aka Lou Gehrig’s disease) a few years ago. ALS is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. It took about 2 years from the time of his diagnosis for Jim to die of that horrible disease. The final few months were pure terrifying hell for both Jim and my Aunt Shari. At first the disease robs a person's mobility. Start with a cane, then a walker and then a wheelchair. As it gets worse basic things like being able to swallow food become impossible. Feeding tubes become necessary. The ability to speak slips away. At the end it becomes an all out battle just to be able to breathe. It's not a clean, neat exit either. There's lots of almost dying episodes. My Aunt Shari was so heartbroken when Jim finally died. They had been together since high school. But she also had this wave of terrible guilt due to feeling relief those years of crisis were done.
If I was diagnosed with ALS I'd very tempted to put a gun to my head. Having to die by becoming totally paralyzed and slowly suffocating to death is pretty terrible. I'm sure not going to cast any judgments against terminally ill people choosing assisted suicide as a way to go out with some sense of control and dignity.
