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Going to Hell in Hand Baskets
March 23, 2010

My upbeat feelings expressed in yesterday’s post (which went over with readers about as well as dental surgery without Novocain based on the little traffic and zero comments it received) have passed.

Today, I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed by Obama’s smug smile during the ceremony where he signed the health care bill. I’m annoyed with Joe Biden’s smile. I’m annoyed with Michelle, who I’m sure was smiling, hideously, somewhere off camera.

I’m annoyed that Obama and his cronies in the Senate were able to cram their health care bill down our throats a mere two months after declaring during the State of the Union address that UNEMPLOYMENT was the country’s number one priority.

I’m annoyed that taxpayer-funded abortions inexplicably made it into the bill. This is inexplicable on so many levels. But beyond that, it’s vindictive. Now, not only do pro-lifers have to live in a world where the killing of unborn babies is legal, we have to live with the knowledge that our tax dollars help make it happen. What’s this? A paycheck? Nope, it’s my contribution to the killing of someone who could have grown up to do great, wonderful things. Thanks Obama. Thanks a lot.

I’m annoyed by all the people who somehow believe health insurance is your right as an American and that it’s the government’s role to ensure you have it.

I’m annoyed by the large segment of the uninsured who are this way due to their own doing. No one told you to get pregnant at 16 and marry a fellow high school dropout who is unqualified to ever secure a job with employer-sponsored health coverage. No one told you smoke for decades. No one told you to eat fast food and sheet cakes your entire life. No one told you to buy that motorcycle and shout “hey guys, watch this!” as you did an asinine stunt without the aid of a helmet.

I’m annoyed that anyone who reads this and isn’t one of my blog regulars will shout that I’m insensitive, mean spirited and so on. I ooze sensitivity, Jack. I just do not, AT ALL, suffer fools. And the fact of the matter is that everything that has happened in this country lately can be traced to fools or people who do suffer fools. And that, my friend, I cannot stand.

So yes, smile, Barack. Smile really big for the camera. I just hope you realize you won’t be smiling someday when Satan is poking you in the rear with his white-hot pitch fork.

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