Stop Me Before I Vote Again

Ya know, I'm having a hard time coming up with a way to describe this situation. The Pwogs, as mealy-mouthed a bunch of whining jellyfish as ever there was, are flailing about because they're not going to get a health care bill which was shit to begin with.

"I'm not going to kick you in the teeth." says God-Emperor Barak.

"But...but you said you would!" chorus his personality cultists.

"Git offa mah lawn!" shouts an elderly Bircher to a dozen or so network news crews.

How am I supposed to satirize something like that?

It really is too ludicrous. Even efforts at handling it straightforwardly get unnerving.

As Kevin Phillips notes, all empires go insane as their power structures lock up and collapse.

What other explanation could there be of the ultra-crazed bread and circuses before us?

Whole Fooders think they ARE the ruling class, and that choosing one's own lifestyle (something they also fancy themselves as doing) is the quintessence of modern power and democracy and merit-expression.

Beneath that veneer is a mass of middle-class fear and phony-baloney mantras sitting where education might have grown, if it had ever been sought or provided.

The sad, sad truth is that these WFers remain convinced that poor old Obie really wants to change things, but just can't find any allies.

Thanks for the link, brother. An additional irony, as if we needed it, is that Mackey's whacko plan for a national system of high-deductible insurance programs and interest-bearing HSAs would be far, far less friendly to the existing insurance industry than The Obama's. It wouldn't work, but insofar as it would more quickly and effectively steer the Titanic to the iceberg, it is worthy of our respectful consideration.

You're welcome. Hey, thanks for posting that. There's no end of jawbone-hurting hilarity in this. Within recent memory, there was a context in which anything remotely like this could be easily characterized as sell-out CEO-hugging. No anarchists, lefties or even the dinosaur New Deal liberals would touch it. But the hyperactive champions of the Overton Window, those sedulous progressive crackpots, have made incremental greater evilism their life's work.

Their next triumphant maneuver should include an effort to rehabilitate Joe the Plumber.

Or at least Joe Isuzu.

i grew up in a tough neighborhood, everybody wasn't dead was an insurance adjuster. we used to say, "don't hate the payer, hate the claim." word.

That must have been before the hipsters and shopping liberals and healthy young yuppies boycotted the insurance gangs and broke their power. But yeah, I can imagine it was tough. You don't mess around with people who can raise your deductibles. Much easier to target the boutique snack salesmen.

there was one bully used to boycott the weak kids' lunch money just like you say! she was an amnesiac in borrowed armor. every morning she'd come to school on a different white horse. she said it gave her a distinguished look. her insanity was the glue of our salvation and our ruthlessness -- in our day, we amortized the city....