Hey all you “real Americans”. How y’all doing today? Ya that Obama wants to change health care and do all sorts of bad things to us and our yungin’s. Just as Sara Palin Phd, MS, BS, JD,SOS,UB2,Nin-com-poop, IQ2, (I’m not gonna be gettin’ into all those honorary like dyplomas like MS in Whale Oil, Phd in Hair Tonics, Cellulite creams and Creationism) been talkin bout.
All right morons. Be quiet a moment and you’ll here something surprising. Wait!Wait! Quiet. There you hear it. It sounds, why it sounds like laughter doesn’t it? Yes it is! From the east,north,west and south! The whole damn world is laughing at us! I’m laughing too! Because I always knew that most American’s were somewhere intellectually on the same plane as kangaroos,buzzards and evangelical preachers. It is without a doubt the greatest show on earth. Hordes of our country’s citizens egged on by a gaggle of failed disc-jockeys stifling debate about something they have not the slightest idea about, namely HRA 3200(or for those of you more intellectually inclined Obama’s Socialist, Communist, Evil, Beezlebub’s takover of healthcare). A few things I’d like to point out to you Einsteins of the corn belt:
Did you full bred American’s know that under Obama’s plan bankruptcies due to medical bills would become a thing of the past?
There will be no denial of insurance for those with pre-existing disease?
Smaller businesses would be able to buy into health care plans because they would become part of a large pool of insured, thus drastically reducing price per policy?
Doctors would be reimbursed for discussing end of life issues with patients(such as living wills, health care proxies,etc..Why is this important? Lets say you’re 85 years old and down to 95 pounds due to some kind of illness. You’re in constant pain. your mind is alert but you body is shot. One day your in bed when you feel a warm glow coming over you, the pain starts to decrease, Ah! Rest! Finally rest! Next thing your waking up with a terrific pain in your chest due to some 250 pound paramedic pushing on your chest as if he was attempting to stuff you in a sardine can. “No!No!” you yell,”leave me alone I want to go back to that peaceful place”. But the words never cross your lips. You see you’ve had a severe stroke while you were out enjoying the scenery. Your conscious but you cannot speak, you cannot move. All you can do is lay there as the other medic yells”One!Two!Three!” and your shoved like a piece of rotted meat onto a stretcher for a long ride to the hospital where the half hour is spent made nauseous by the twists and turns the ambulance is making and the wretched smell of the garlic fries the medic gobbled down en route to pump on your chest with all his might. At the hospital you are scooted over to another stretcher where you are disrobed and grabbed and probed by at least 6 pair of hands. Their being convinced your stable you have now lost their interest. They leave you agonized by the constantly chirping alarm of the cardiac monitor that nobody ever pays attention to. Blanket! Not a chance. Shiver on the inside all you want no one is going to notice. Next to your surprise, a drunk is placed in the stall next to you who for the next 5 hours does noting but yell, threaten, piss and shit on himself. You are now ready to go up to you room. Your in the hallway when all of a sudden that peaceful feeling starts to come over you. “Thank God! I’m being released from this living hell”. ZAP!!! Not so fast. You were just brought back to “paradise” courtesy of 360 joules of electricity from a defibrillator that suddenly fills you with empathy for all those who have been struck by lightening or bit through live electrical cords. Thankfully that fat bastard wasn’t around to play Devil’s pattycake on your chest and belch garlic into your unprotected face. Ah, now you’ve reached the floor. Your bed. Here comes one of those angels of mercy to help with a young assistant in tow. “Another plant I’m gonna have to water for the next 12 hours”.” What plant could need 12 hours of watering?” you absentmindedly ask yourself. Then to your widening horror you realize she’s looking at you when she’s saying it. “Come on!” our Florence Nightingale recoils in disgust”she’s full of shit and piss. You know what, I get off in one hour. Cover her up and we’ll make like we never saw her”. Just then there comes that now familiar feeling of drifting away, of lightness, pain easing. Your on your way. Then you hear an electronic “Beeeeeeep” coming from the machine above the bed on your left. Immediately you see standing over you the big brother of the medic, 450 pounds of him with 2 electric paddles in his hand and then…..). This scenario brought to you courtesy of the Republican Party who want to save you from those death panels that will discuss living wills, health care proxies, and Do Not Resuscitate Orders with you.
Keep up the fight America! I haven’t seen such good comedy since Sanford and Son was canceled.