I'd Toast to Your Health but I Don't Have the Bread
This is a prelude to why I haven't been writing about health care reform. Just never felt, uh, well about it. After all, the Dems can't seem to get stuff done without a 102-0 advantage in the Senate (they can't do anything until DC gets actual Senate votes), Obama talks pretty but all his lieutenants talk shit (gee, who would have guessed Rahm Emmanuel would have been the first person to sell public option out?), and the money was never on our side of the debate. We know Obama's on the money side--just ask Mr. Geithner. So how can we expect anything but margin-tinkering as something passed off as important?
So I will go hide and lead my little life with my music and food and beer. (I wish I could live it with baseball, too, but goddam those Mets--if anyone needed better healthcare.... Of course Reyes, Santana, and where-has-all-the-power-gone Wright anchor my fantasy team, too, so while I was in first August 4, I know reside in 7th in a 12 team league.)
Meanwhile the racists bray their anger, the religious wage a war against a dead man and the idea watching a movie about someone they don't like might hurt their precious faith (don't read that link's comment thread on a full stomach), people are itching to use those guns they feel such a need to defend, and the only people left with jobs soon will be the spell checkers.
Not that anyone will listen, as I'm sure writin' and grammerin' are going go the way of logic and science and math. And, of course, the faithful have made a god in their image and named it Palin.
(30 of 31 in the drive to 2500)