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Friday, July 24, 2009

"I don't care how they do it, I want it!!!"

Is it just me being mentally incontinent again, or are the Atlanta Braves suddenly showing signs of life?

From FOX News.com:

Obama was asked about Gates' arrest at the end of a nationally televised news conference on health care Wednesday night and began his response by saying Gates was a friend and he didn't have all the facts.

"But I think it's fair to say, No. 1, any of us would be pretty angry," Obama said. "No. 2, that the Cambridge police acted stupidly in arresting somebody when there was already proof that they were in their own home. And No. 3 — what I think we know separate and apart from this incident — is that there is a long history in this country of African-Americans and Latinos being stopped by law enforcement disproportionately, and that's just a fact."--Barack Oblahblah


Perhaps one of the president’s many handlers should saunter on down to the local Radio Shack and purchase a desktop police scanner, and then program the various police department frequencies into the thing and plop it down on his desk. Think of it as part of the president’s on-going education.

Besides, at the fast-increasing rate this profligate-spender-in-chief is spending nonexistent monies, what’s another hundred bucks going down the drain?

Now we’re vilifying doctors, too? Jeez, is no one safe from this bitter man’s unfair, unearned wrath? Boy, with this boob, if it’s got money, it’s a target for abuse. We now toil away in a capitalist system (hopefully) that is obviously despised by our anti-capitalist apparatchik-in-chief. How is that supposed to work?

Oh, please excuse my momentary lapse of clarity. Last I checked, less and less and less of us are actually working. Meanwhile, our attention seems to be focused on everything but the lack of work for Americans.

Sound like a plan?

"Right now, doctors a lot of times are forced to make decisions based on the fee payment schedule that's out there. ... The doctor may look at the reimbursement system and say to himself, 'You know what? I make a lot more money if I take this kid's tonsils out,'" Obama told a prime-time news conference. The president added: "Now, that may be the right thing to do, but I'd rather have that doctor making those decisions just based on whether you really need your kid's tonsils out or whether it might make more sense just to change; maybe they have allergies. Maybe they have something else that would make a difference."--Barack Oblahblah

Who knew? I say we band together and file a class action lawsuit against the scheming, profiteering physicians who wrongfully took our precious tonsils away from us. I demand satisfaction.

I feel violated. I am, I am…(sniffling)…a victim.

And as a victim, much like damn near everyone else, I think I deserve a monthly stipend.

I have a rather pointed question for the administration of the City of Wilkes-Barre. It goes as follows…

Where it is written that Latinos are exempted from securing building permits before undertaking massive renovations of aged homes? And as a follow-up question, why is it that city employees traveling here, there and seemingly everywhere on a daily basis never seem to notice said ‘illegal’ renovations as they are thundering on?

Are the zoning laws and requirements currently on the books Caucasian-specific? Or is it that they only need to be adhered to by blacks and whites? Greens?

Down on the corner, while all of the various and sundry city employees travel back and forth all day long, no one notices sidewalks being laid? Nobody noticed the concrete abutment to the home’s field stone foundation being hand-mixed on the front sidewalk and then poured? Not a soul thought anything of the gas-powered auger and how it’s use violates the letter of the “call before you trench, auger, excavate, drill or…” requirements that are law in Pennsylvania? The lack of a clearly posted building permit was not a red flag for anyone?

And this scene is recreated almost every day in some corner of this Nord End neighborhood. It is, in a word, rampant. Construction sans the posted permit seems to go unnoticed, depending on who’s doing the constructing.

What’s the scoop on all of that?

Even though it was completely unintentional, I think WILK’s Steve Corbett perfectly summed up the position of the leftists as far as this so-called health care reform plan is concerned. As he and a caller were agreeing that we all need another swelled government teat from which to hang, he said, and I quote:

“I don’t care how they do it, I want it!!!”

Yes, the three exclamations were completely necessary, since this guy seems to be burning at a much higher emotional temperature than us normal folk do. When compared to his inflammatory super nova act, we’re akin to over-watered plotted plants. You know, sane. Rational.

Truth is, there ain’t enough cocaine the entire world over to get me to hyperventilating the way he does. Ah, no matter. In due time, all super novas eventually burn out and turn into astronomical scars. So there is hope.

Anyway, isn’t that roughly what Barack Oblahblah has been saying to Congress? I don’t care how you do it, I want it! And I want it done in far less time than it takes to build a plastic model kit. I want it done so freaking fast, there won’t be enough time for anyone to digest it and then reflexively object to it. Now, now, now! Do it now, while they’re still busy doing summer! Now, I tell you!

With that sort of modus operandi--unabashed recklessness--you just know if it’s passed as is, it’s fraught with economic and socioeconomic perils. See cliff, jump off cliff.

What-effing-ever. 95% of us have health coverage, so why not turn the entire thing on it’s pointy little head for the ultimately destructive purposes of benefiting the 5% (potential democrat voters) that do not.

Corbett had me chuckling at his mental vacuity while discussing the future of manned space flight in general, and a manned mission to Mars in particular. Yeah, he’s against spending money on the exploration of space (go figure), while there still are so many politicized slackers still in need of government-supplied freebies. No Tang. No duct tape. Only government-supplied freebies.

And, predictably, being the easily-led “progressive” he purports to be, he engaged in a bit of groupthink (politically expedient babble) when he told a caller, “We are in the process of destroying this planet!”

Oh, okay. Since this place is doomed, why go and destroy another planet. Got it. I swear, I swear I’ve heard that somewhere before. The end is near. Why bother, we’re all going to be dead in a fortnight unless somebody takes what little is left of our fast-dwindling earnings. Keep burning fossil fuels, drink heavily and fornicate with everything that moves. Why not when this gig is just about up?

Pay up or die. That’s what it amounts to, this scam. Eat barbecued grass, drink grass juice, live under a grass roof, wear a grass skirt, drive your gas-powered kart, or die an excruciating death as Mother Earth does likewise. Bunk, I think they’d call it, iffin’ they weren’t all so easily duped.
In my less than learned opinion, this guy is a victim of thought apraxia.

And under the new Blue Oblahblah Cross plan, at his advanced age, the BOC review board will deem his needed care too prohibitively expensive to be economically justifiable. And as a result, he will be given a brightly-colored lollipop, a cassette of old hippie anthems and be immediately transported to a remote timeworn facility where the soon-to-be dying will go to die.

Yes, they'll sit in a circle indian-style, burn some incense, hold hands, think only the purest of thoughts as mandated by law and wonder how this could happen to them. They'll openly yearn for the days of Marcus Welby, M.D., and consider throwing themselves in front of a grass-powered bus.

Hey, you wanted a European-styled health care system. And if you’re not really, really careful, you just might get one.

Bummer, kiddies.


Yo, Mike,

If you’re reading this, know that I played the “Cindy M**** Alive!” cassette through, and it is a freaking hoot. And according to my dated scribbling on the cassette‘s now ratty housing, we (You, George and I) recorded it on January 1, 1976. Oh, and it includes a cameo appearance by my mom.

If and when you make it up here, we have to spin it together. Seriously, how often do grown men (myself excluded) get to listen to themselves while left to their own electronic devices when they were wild and crazy (myself included) teenagers?

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