LifeNews.com is reporting that the 2025 California assisted suicide report that was released in July 2026 indicates that there were 1235 reported assisted suicide deaths in 2025 which was up by 11% from 1113 in 2024.

This is not just a California problem. This is our country now.

You notice it first in the language.

They don’t say “kill.” They say “access.” They don’t say “end a life.” They say “reproductive healthcare” or “medical assistance in dying.” The words are soft, clinical, almost kind. And the people who use them always look very pleased with themselves. Sometimes the people around them even cheer. As if they’ve just solved a moral problem by changing the vocabulary.

When a government decides it has no interest in making your life better; not your job, not your family, not the town you grew up in, it discovers a much easier project. It simply makes death more convenient.

Abortion first. For decades the argument was that it should be safe, legal, and rare. Now, those same people tell you it should be celebrated, subsidized, and available up until the moment of birth. If the child is already outside the womb and somehow still inconvenient, there are people arguing that too can be arranged. They talk about “quality of life” and “dignity.” The rhetoric never acknowledges what is actually happening. It just insists that anyone who notices is a bigot.

Then comes the other end of the timeline. Euthanasia. Assisted suicide. Medical assistance in dying. In Canada they started with the terminally ill who were in unbearable pain. Reasonable, people said. Compassionate. Within a few short years the criteria expanded. Now you can qualify if you’re depressed. If you’re poor. If you’re lonely. If the housing market has priced you out of a future. The state will not fix the housing market. It will not restore the industrial jobs that used to give men a reason to get out of bed. But it’ll help you die. Efficiently. With a form and a syringe.

Look at the sequence. You can’t find meaningful work. The factories are gone, the small businesses crushed by regulation and remote monopolies. You’re depressed. Of course you are. So they give you pills. Antidepressants, anti-anxiety meds, stimulants, more antidepressants when the first ones stop working. The pharmaceutical industry is happy. The medical system is happy. And after enough years on enough chemicals, when the hope has been chemically sanded down to nothing, they offer the final service. Assisted suicide. A culture that no longer believes life is worth living will eventually make death the most accessible public service it provides.

This is not compassion. Compassion would mean confronting the reasons people lose the will to continue. The atomization, the economic despair, the deliberate destruction of the institutions that once gave ordinary people a sense of purpose. Instead the system offers a menu of exits. Abortion for the unborn. Assisted death for the already born who have become inconvenient. And a steady drip of pharmaceuticals for everyone in between so they don’t notice how quiet the future has become.

A society that stops producing children and starts processing its surplus adults into medical statistics is not evolving. It is circling the drain. Hope is not a feeling. It is the assumption that tomorrow might still be better than today, that effort still matters, that the people in charge have some residual interest in the continued existence of the country. When that assumption dies, the rest follows.

They will call this progress. They always do. The same people who cannot build a functioning border, cannot keep the streets clean, cannot teach children to read, somehow claim moral authority over the decision of who gets to live. Watch the language carefully. Whenever the government starts talking about “dignity” and “choice” in the same sentence as death, what they are really offering is an exit ramp from a future they have no intention of fixing.

A culture without hope does not need enemies. It simply stops reproducing itself. And the people in charge, the ones who could have chosen otherwise, will look at the empty cribs and the quiet clinics and call it healthcare.