Brokeback Senate
Listening to the
loony fairies in the Upper Nuthouse lovin' on each other, and especially lovin' on their Good Buddy, the decaying corpse of Emperor Teddy.
Disgusting. Harry Reid, we don't give a flying fuck about your senile orgy. We just want to know what damage you've done to America. We just want to know how many trillions you'll steal from us and hand to your Big Boy Buddies in the Jewish Crackhouse aka Wall Street.
Harry Reid, you and your fellow loonies had the chance to do something right for a change. You had the ability to follow France or Australia or Taiwan, or any other civilized country with a single-payer plan. Instead, you've given a total and official monopoly to the insurance industry, with no limits on cost.
Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame.
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Well, well: we
are learning how much damage is done.
Now listening to the Upper Nuthouse clerk semi-competently reading the entire bill. For the last
20 minutes he's been struggling through a wildly detailed subsection, with all sorts of legalistic and medicalistic fine points, which appears to be a grant for asbestos "victims" in
exactly one Superfund project near Libby, Montana. In other words, this subsection is porking Max Baucus and presumably porking the asbestos lawyers. It has nothing to do with health care for America.
Bit later: To be fair, the clerk is now reading an equally long and detailed subsection that sounds generally helpful to Americans. An attempt to improve quality control and give consumers more performance information about hospitals and doctors. The latter is part of what
any government should do for any business, but has been notoriously missing in America.