They do. I all the time see churches and charitable organizations lined up around hospitals and doctor’s offices with signs reading, “Come on in! We’ll pay for your cancer treatment! Or your sciatica pain! Or your stroke rehabilitation!” I swear, all the time.
I may, of course, have these hospitals and doctor’s offices mixed up with Planned Parenthood. It’s an easy mistake.
Yeeeah, but if the government’s in on it too the poor aren’t desperate enough to suck your cock or even pitifully grovel for a heel of bread or half a coat, I mean, what’s the point ?
I am asking for a bit of assistance here. First, I cruised on over to the site of that guy who knocked off Cantor this spring, where he makes this claim:
So, huh? Does anyone know off-hand where this comes from? Is it whole cloth?
And I was trying to come up with the word for the malignancy that is besieging the party. I could only think of Teanoma. Anyone have a catchier construction?
No, it’s a small scrap of truth with a lavish ruffled flounce of misrepresentation stitched onto it.
The small scrap of truth is that the Obama administration did point out, in response to a February CBO report saying that about 2 million workers will choose to abandon or reduce their employment because they’re not dependent on their jobs for health insurance anymore, that it’s a good thing if people who don’t want or need to be employed are not clinging on to employment just for the sake of the health insurance. The “Obamacare job quitters” would be people who want to stay home with kids, or take early retirement, or start their own businesses, etc.
The bullshit part is the false suggestion that the Obama administration thinks that it’s a good thing for people to reduce their employment even if they want to be employed full time.
Not really. I mean, my life is pretty good, but not good enough that I use words like “blessed” to describe myself. Now if some god saw fit to finally bring into my life the nymphomaniac coke connection with a Ferrari dealership that I’ve been trying to meet for 35 years, then I might use the word “blessed”.
If I was a sad little Portugese Water Dog all alone (mostly) in a cramped cage in the shelter and a family came along and adopted me and gave me an enormous lawn to play on, I think I would almost certainly be very happy. I might not quite understand the concept “blessed”, though.
Sadly Bo is probably deprived of that most hallowed of dog rituals : frantically running after the mailman in a blur of teeth and barks. Which is what being a good dogge is all about. Ask any dog.
I should’ve given more effort to my phrasing. My attempted joke was that Bo himself was the White House resident who’d been an Illinois state senator, because it’s an easy gig with few demands.