Showing posts with label insurance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label insurance. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Cheney Down, Punching All The Way to the Canvas! Crowd On It's Feet!

Its not supposed to be nice to applaud someone's potential demise, unless its bin Laden, or Hitler, or some horrible miscreant who has sullied the human race's "good name" (ahem!). But I have to add the Dick-meister's name to that sordid list, if only for his, what in other times would be called, seditious speech and behavior. He is about one adjective away from calling for open insurrection, and goading on the more insane among the populace. When one looks at what the Tutsi's managed to foment against the Hutu's (or was it the other way around? No matter - they did the usual tit-for-tat, anyway), then it is not a far stretch from that to firing up the malcontents here in a country that has more armaments per capita than all the machetes in Rwanda, by about a 1000 to one ratio.

So the way I see it, chest pains aren't even close to what this cretin needs to feel, if in fact Darth Vader is even capable of feeling at all. Throat excision might be a reasonable start. "Oh", you whine, "so you are against free speech for the other side, is that it?" No, not so, except to the extent it is not considered free speech to shout fire in a crowded smoking tent. The Far Wrong has been trying to curtail free speech for decades, from textbooks, to library books (freakin' Huck Finn, for Chesty Morgan's sake!) to people who voted for Ralph Nader. OK, maybe not that last one, but still, the track record of the Wing Nuts on the issue of wanting others to shut the frak up is without peer. So my wanting the Dick-meister to shut the frak up is, I think, in the same spirit as the spewings from Tush Limpburger. Oh, don't get me started.

As long at the Repugnants insist on flaunting candidates like She-Rah Pail-In and an entire passel of no-nothing, see-nothing nut-jobs onto the world stage, well, I just gotta be greatful when the fickle finger of fate nails one of these cheese-for-brains and brings them down to the reality many are having to face every day - no jobs, no or far too expensive health care (protection racket) insurance, and a host of other base-line crapola. Maybe they would slowly start to change from the Party of No, to a party more concerned with people than with their corporate butt-buddies.

Me? I ain't holding my breath. Except when the stink is more than I can bear.

Besides - my stinkin' "insurance" company doesn't cover preexisting political disgust.

Toodles.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Daredevil Dems Dumb Down Derring-Do, Drop Dumbell on Own Feet. Duh!

Today's object of ire - Demoncrats. These folks are the world champeen of smackin' theyselves up aside they own heads, and then looking surprised with one of those "where the hell did THAT come from" looks on their duplicitous little faces. Here they have themselves a nice majority, not a big one, mind you, but still, they have victory in their grasp. So what do they do? Exactly what they ALWAYS do - they make another grand snatch at defeat. Seems no matter what lands on their doorstep, they just HAVE to trip over it.

Case in point - health care reform, er, sorry, insurance welfare. Lets see - the Repugnants keep slamming the car door on their silly little fingers, and what do these jokers do? They keep sticking them back in the same door. I dunno, maybe they have some kind of  S &amp M thing going here, who knows. Keep their coalition together to see this ugly puppy through to the finish line? Nah. Keep at least SOME of their promises to the folks what brung 'em to the dance so  they have a reasonable shot at going to the summer cotillion in 2010? Nah. Take the offensive against all the Far Wrong drivel and vitriol, lies and fear talk, so maybe they can show these baloney babies up for what they REALLY are? Hell, no!

Yeah, seems the Democruds just have some deep and abiding need to lose, again and again and again. See, wheelin' and dealin' and dickerin' over the niceties of horsetrading is all well and good. Unless, of course, your opening bid is to flop over on your back and ask the other side to please kick you, hard, and of course they can have what they want. Just how the hell do they expect to get any respect at all, whether from their opponents, or from their constituents? I guess a hundred swats on the fanny from a ping-pong paddle makes them feel like theys representin', or something.

Look, at this point, this so-called health-care reform is shaping up to be nothing more than a lock-down sure thing for the insurance companies, an option I swore was going to be the doing of the Repugnicans, given their long, languid sleaze dance with the Big Corporate Masters they've been sucking at the teats of for decades now. So I have to admit, this one took Notumbus completely by surprise. Seems the shill is on the other foot, now.

And just take a look at their bedfellows - Move On, etc. Urging Obama supporters to give the Prez his "victory" without once applying basic skeptical analysis to the language being foisted on the unwashed masses. Hell, it all but tells us they aim to give the insurance company's carte blanche over the entire country, with fewer safeguards than we have NOW! Why is this so hard to follow for these bozitos? Are they going on the simplistic notion that if Obama says it must be done now, then it must be "all good"? Or are they convinced of their own "specialness" for being on the "righteous" side of history? Well, that often IS the rationale of the Left Overs.

People, here's a little item you might want to mull over the next time you are stuck on the toilet for a while. Do you REALLY think, for even one minute, that the Repugnicans and the Demoncrats, by whatever standard you care to apply, are thinking they are helping YOU and ME with this serious boondoggle? Do you really think they will actually "rein in" those greedy bastards in the insurance (protection rackets) industry? You do??!!

I guess those sugar pills work just as well as the real thing,eh?

Where the hell is my Scotch?