The Senate’s Elefinks have released their double-secret “health care” bill, and it’s just about as bad as you might expect.
It boils down to: “Oi! You there! Sickies, crippies, olds and poors! Mind giving us a hand with this yuuuuuge sack of cash? We’re taking it over to the richies! Try not to sneeze or bleed on it, will you?”
The good news is, they won’t forget to put roses on your grave.
Oh, who are we kidding? Of course they’ll forget.
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BOHICA. It will be especially bad for any older person without deep pockets that needs long term care. Can’t pay the average of $55K a year? Go home and die.
It’s a mean old world and it’s full of Blue Meanies out to screw us all…
Are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses?
Boy, Charlie Pierce went from depressed to pissed in a hot Noo Yawk minute. I would not like to be his bartender at the moment. That would be too much like work, no matter how well he tips.
Kevin Drum is going through the thing, too, pointing out its many blemishes, chancres, fistulas and tumors.
Excuse me, folks. I’m heading down to the basement to self medicate. Who needs a bartender, when I have my own two hands? Please come get me when this fecal tornado has passed over. Should be done in about 2 years.
Dale, fecal tornado? That’s good enough for me to steal! Thanks.
Wowsah. That’s an image that will stay with me for a while. I think I’ve seen one a time or two working various copy desks on heavy news days as press run loomed.