On the first day of July, the month named for Julius Caesar, the Senate bent to its dictator’s will and approved his giant, ugly-ass, abortion of a bill.
Susan Collins of Maine, Rand Paul of Kentucky, and Thom Tillis of North Carolina— who will not seek re-election after Orange Julius Caesar threatened to find someone to primary him — were the only Repugs to vote nay. All others assumed that fabled position.
Prince MAGAbelly had to cast the deciding vote, and now this huge, loathsome turd must float back to the House for resolution of the changes made in its version. A vote there could come as early as tomorrow.
Might there be a few hurdles involved? Hear ye, hear ye, from Ye Oulde New Yorke Times!
The changes senators made to a version of the bill the House passed in May have raised the cost of the package while also teeing up deeper cuts that would lead to more Americans losing health insurance coverage. That alienated both poles of the party — fiscal hawks concerned about soaring deficits and mainstream Republicans wary of shredding the social safety net — complicating its path in the Senate and threatening its prospects in the House.
It would add at least $3.3 trillion to the already-bulging national debt over a decade, the nonpartisan Congressional Budget Office said on Sunday — a cost that far exceeds the $2.4 trillion price of the version passed in the House. And it would result in $1.1 trillion in health care cuts, nearly $1 trillion of them to Medicaid, causing 11.8 million more Americans to become uninsured by 2034, the same office found.
Hurdles, you say? It is the hee, and also haw. The majority in the House makes the Senate look … well, senatorial by comparison. The Senate is up to its saggy tits in senile old hoors, to be sure, but the House is the political equivalent of a Bizarro World Alice’s Restaurant, where you can get anything you want, including Alice, her husband, Ray, Fasha the dog, the entire complement of the Group W bench, and maybe Officer Obie too, all rolling around in a half-ton of garbage, if that’s what blows your skirt up.
So poor people will starve, get sick, and die, rich people will get richer and write letters to their senators complaining about how they have to step over the stiffs on their way to the squash court, and Elon Spunk will start a new political party in a frantic attempt to … save us from ourselves? Nope. To put himself back in the news cycle as anything other than a bad joke, despised even by the people who bought his cars.
Better debug that exploding Starship stat, bruh. I hear OJC wants to claw back your subsidies and deport you to Mars, and for sure he’ll make you drive your own paddy wagon.
Mad Blog Media 
We’re gonna need a functional starship.
Happy Canada day! Looks like you’re having a few issues down there, so feel free to celebrate with us. The Orange arsehole might be trying to freeze us in the dark, but we’re used to the cold.
Beauty, eh?
Hey, Ira, Happy Canada Day back at you, from someone who was a kid in the shadow of the Peace Bridge, and who fondly remembers when you didn’t need a goddamn passport to go back and forth!
Lord, I miss Ottawa. Not the winters, but the rest of it. We visited Parliament while stationed there, sledded at the Experimental Farm, learned conversational French in kindergarten and grades 1-2, walked to and from school (uphill and into the wind both ways, plus snow up to your eyeballs, even in July). Got my first bike there. What’s not to like?
Two of my favorite places when I lived back east were Algonquin Provincial Park and the lakes way up north along the Quebec-Ontario border.
I couldn’t tell you exactly where along the Kipawa except the last town was Belleterre in Quebec. My best friend Kevin, whose parents were both immigrants from Montreal, knew the area well and was quite the outdoorsman, so all his best friends, including yours truly, would load up our camping gear, beer, food, fishing equipment, get up there to the outfitters, rent canoes, and get lost for a week or two. Amazing that a bunch of 19 year olds would make it back alive.
Wife 1.0 was more of a girl scout than Wife 2.0 so a favorite vacation was canoeing lake to lake in Algonquin Provincial Park. Was quite fun until she fired me. Wife 2.0’s idea of camping is the Holiday Inn.
I haven’t been to Canada or Mexico since the passport nonsense started. Possibly because I still don’t have a passport.
Thanks for the good will. We could all use more of it.
Yep. A Happy Canada Day to us all. It sure beats whatever the fuk oozed through the Senate earlier today. I’m disappointed in the Senator from the great State way up north. But she had to worry about crazies going all nuts when she doesn’t at least pretend to support the dog shit gop as it exists now.
No, they ain’t gettin’ Officer O’Be.
Stupid oughta hurt, and it’s going to. Some rural hospitals will be forced to close along with some clinics. Nursing homes in rural or impoverished areas will also close. If doge cuts to DoD civilians continue, Ft. Huachuca may also close during the next BRAC round. No worries, they will get over it.
“They will get over it.” You read that story quoting The Turtle too, hey? What a piece of work that dude is.
And to think we pay for the armed security these pirates enjoy. It’s like walking point for the dude who burgled your house.
I did. Nothing from mcconnel surprises me. You look up ” out of touch” in the dictionary, and you get his picture.
Vance had to break the tie in the senate. If he hadn’t done it, they would want to hang him, heh? Sorry Ira, couldn’t help myself.