The person(s) who create and then modify the spec is ultimately responsible for the success or failure of a project, not the contractors. Blaming them is buck passing. If you were unable to understand that the contractor was overpromising, whose fault is that, really? Besides which, it's more than likely that the spec was like nailing jello to the wall until the last minute, that's what most projects are like.
When the bus is barreling towards you, throw them under it first!
More like "the government needs to put a gun to your head". Stalinist coercion is the reason R-12 died, not R-134 being "good enough". Besides which, that's a terrible example since R-134 is actually a more efficient refrigerant than R-12 was.
The way I see it, there's a big difference between prolonging life and prolonging death. In a lot of cases, it's the second one.
And, to be perfectly blunt, doctors need to stop hiding behind the 'do no harm' bit. Most modern medicine involves doing quite a bit of harm, to good effect. Do no harm? So much for surgery. So much for chemotherapy.
I get that it's scary to think that suddenly you are the chooser of the slain. I don't have a good answer for that. But something needs to be done; the system as it is is untenable.
Out of curiosity, what happens when a loved one contests those documents? What happens when your doctor decides that there's a five percent chance you could recover? One percent?
Why make the patient suffer for three days? Why not end it right then and there?
The difference between humans and animals is that doctors have industrial-strength pain-killers they will administer to humans. No matter how excruciating the pain, doctors can keep you drugged into a dream world, and can similarly keep you entirely unconscious for an indefinite period. If you could choose your method of departure, being drugged out of your mind on coke would be the near the top of most people's lists, so morphine or similar isn't a bad alternative.
Not so. My grandfather had an interesting thing happen, where his intestine started dying by inches. They tried excising the dying bits, but the rest kept dying too. So, palliative care.
They were quite frank about the fact that he was in enough pain that no painkiller they had would work on him. He was drugged into utter unconsciousness, yet still his face was spasming with pain. Yet when I suggested maybe they just up the dose, they said 'Any more would kill him.' 'Well, doctor,' I said, 'what are his chances?' 'None,' they said. 'He will die within a week. There's nothing we can do.' 'Exactly,' I said. And they looked at me like I was a monster, while they did everything they could to prolong his death. Not his life, his death.
Yet if I treated my dog that way, I'd be up on animal cruelty charges.
~ it's right up there with the theory of gravity. I want to see these bozos go roof-side and test that one out for us.
The High Prophet Tim Minchin said it best (NSFW).