Why are conservative jeenyusses trying to make an issue about whether Obama would switch himself to the government-run public option insurance, should one ever get formed?
Do they think they’re clever? Do they think they thought of a real hum-dinger that will put the godless liberals in their place?
For the love of fuck, he’s the god damn president. He gets a slight cough, the 12 best doctors on earth are flown in to take his temperature. He doesn’t “go to the doctor” and have “medical procedures” that need to be “reimbursed” by a “third party.” He has a special healthcare package known as “I’m The President For Christ Sakes, Fix Whatever The Fuck is Wrong With Me” (ITPFCSFWTFIWWM) plan. I don’t think Aetna has a comparable offering. The continuity of the entire goddamn planet rests on him being alive.
They keep a stockpile of his own blood. It’s in White House, it’s in Marine One, it’s in his car, it’s on his airplane. His own blood. Not donor blood, because with donor blood there’s a <1% chance of some kind of contamination. They take his blood, put it in containers, and leave it in strategic locations wherever he’ll happen to be, like breadcrumbs. If he gets shot, or gets a paper cut, they can have an IV in his arm or neck pumping his own damn blood into him within seconds.
Son of a god damn bitch. Have people just stopped thinking? Is the ability to put two brain cells in a row and bump them together a commodity skill these days?
Ooh, I got one! Since the government wants to socialize police forces, how about the president agrees to forgo his Secret Service detail and live like the rest of us, being only a phone call and a 30 minute wait from help at any time? God damn I’m brilliant. I’ll start the SPAM email campaign right now!
After thinking about it some, I think the problem is that some people are just incapable of understanding that other peoples lives are different from their own.
If they have a job, everybody must have one.
If they have insurance, everybody must have some.
If they go to the doctor when they’re sick, everybody must; President included.
If they wake up, make coffee, eat some toast, clean up the living room a bit, and then go to work, everybody must; President included.
I swear, some people think Obama does his own laundry, wonders what his wife will make him for dinner, and keeps a baseball bat at the top of the stairs in case there’s burglars about.
An inability to comprehend a lifestyle other than your own should be a DSM-categorized mental illness.
I was talking to my kind, sweet, loveable wife the other day when the topic of healthcare reform came up. I chanced to mention the somewhat perplexing arguments employed by those opposed to healthcare reform. My agreeable, darling wife immediately snarled at me, “I’m disgusted with us. Our country doesn’t deserve decent health care. We’re too stupid for it.”
“Um, sweetheart, you’re a doctor”
“Grrr.”
I think it was a passing moment. She’ll come around in the next day or so and go back to thinking that everyone should have healthcare. I’m sure of it.
Loved the OP. But that alone wouldn’t have caused me to join the love-fest. However, I must applaud your spelling of the Cletus laugh, “kuh’yuk”. Brilliant!
Can’t they put a tap on one of the girls? One of them’s gotta have his blood type.
Oh,what’s that? You just got an email forwarded from your step sister in law saying that his kids don’t have his blood type and YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!! How the hell do these rumours get started, I’ll never know
Because it’s misspelled or because it’s silly? It’s been my “username” since I was 12, could never drop it or find an alternative. Some of the names here have a unique style to them you don’t see too often. If I were to try to emulate it, I might go with Upside Down Geranium or some such.
The misspelling. It makes me do a doubletake each time as my brain insists on trying to read it as “wired.” And then I see my error and then I go grr. Don’t ask me if I’m grring you or grring me because I don’t know.
Happens. I think, in my tortured 12-year-old logic, there was some kind of hidden treat in that I spelled weird weirdly. Or you could say it’s a post-modern comment on the futility of the “i before e” rule. Or, possibly, I just couldn’t spell at the time. By the time I get to a new service, “weirdaaron” is usually taken, so I’m stuck with my wierdness.
It reminds me of back in 1973, '74 when we were experiencing the “Arab Oil Embargo” (which was really not happening but that’s another story and not important to this post).
I think it is was the Christmas holidays of 1973 and Nixon wanted to go back to California. There was all this hysteria about an oil shortage. To avoid negative publicity about wasting fuel, Nixon took a commercial flight. It was a big news story.
A friend of mine who was a flaming liberal and who hated Nixon and the federal government said to me something like, “For Crissakes, he the friggin’ President of the United States, he should be flying wherever he wants to go in his private plane.”
It turns out that, after Nixon got to California on the commercial flight, Air Force One flew empty to California to bring him back to Washington, DC. Big fuel savings that was.
Of course, the point is, the President is the President. The cost of running the Executive Office is pennies as part of the Federal Budget. It is in our best interests that our President is protected and, within reason, has his time and needs attended to. He’s one in 300 million, we can afford to accommodate him. The President should probably get compensated at least at the level of the 8th man of an NBA club.
