A rose (grave not included).
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.
Tags: Elefinks, Health care, Rolling Stones
June 22, 2017 at 10:18 am |
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.
June 22, 2017 at 10:22 am |
It’s a mean old world and it’s full of Blue Meanies out to screw us all…
June 22, 2017 at 12:21 pm |
Are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses?
June 22, 2017 at 3:38 pm |
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.
June 22, 2017 at 3:59 pm |
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.
June 22, 2017 at 7:26 pm |
Dale, fecal tornado? That’s good enough for me to steal! Thanks.
June 22, 2017 at 7:56 pm |
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.