Gone, Gone, Gone…with Obamacare

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If you need help.  Your hope dangling by a string.  I will share in your suffering to make you well.  -P.Phillips

Sometimes, it is less difficult to connect the dots to the actions we must take, as to not offend, someone.  As it does to, offend.  I believe it is a personal mythical goal of mine, to upset as many persons, as possible, before my time is through.  Either here on earth, or down in the, oh, so wonderful, balmy, weather, of hell.

At first, my inclination, with Obamacare, would take aim, with pen and paper and keyboard, at, republican woman.  I wanted to know such things as:

Don’t we share the same reproductive organs?

Is it okay for Sally to give birth to a child at the age of 12?  That is, knowing that, Sally had been raped by her father.  Her father, who is a well known, crack addict and I.V., drug user?

Should I, and many female artists I know, not be paid the same wage for the same job?

Should I have to worry, along with finances, heat, food on the table and taking care of my disabled spouse, about medical benefits, that are due to my wife?

And,

finally,

What gives?  I paid into the system for over 35 years.  Social Security is not a privilege!  It’s my money!  Isn’t it?

After much consideration,

I decided that narrowing my editorial to just ‘evangelic, over zealous, white, upper middle class, women, would be an injustice.

Is Obamacare flawed?

Yes, indeed.  As is most, historical, unprecedented, government outreaches, are!  Should we attempt to fix an ailing but still quite, prolific, an workable, united health care system?

Shit, yes, we should.

Without much thought, I can count on at least one hand, families, that have benefited from a Universal Health care.  Families that were given the shit end of the shitty stick, just by being born.  Couples, individuals, and alike, who by simple proxy and alignment of the stars, have yet to pass GO and collect $200.

This is neither their fault, nor the fault of their up bringing.  They live in houses where heat is purchased at the local convenience store, at $10, at shot.  They cloth their children with other’s passed by clothing.  They sell family heirlooms, collectibles, and what not, to get thru winter.  Only to see that the beat up old Cavalier will not pass inspection in the spring.

Okay, JEB, Mr. Chris (I need a diet) Christie and/or the a sundry of other republicans, what do you purpose we do?  Take that cancer treatment away?  Cancer treatment that a friend needed but most likely would have not received.  Had it not been for mandated health care.

These are obvious flaws in the republican’s attempt at making nice nice with those who HAVE!  Honestly, they could care less about the have not’s!

So, I will attempt to spin this another way:

Coming up on Groundhog Day, 2016, I hope to have achieved something, my mother never thought possible.  I will, with the grace of a Higher Power, have 15 years of sobriety.

To put it bluntly,

“I woke up one day.  Saw my fucked up looking shadow…and, knew, I needed to quit drinking!”

We are in the midst of not only an epidemic of violence that far out reaches anything I witnessed as a child in the 70’s.  We are also, knee deep and in the thick of it, becoming a nation dependent on Heroin.

Back in the day, you could check in and promise to…pay it forward or pay it back, bit by bit, at rehabs.  That is before, rehabs became the trending topic of conversation.

It should also be noted, that when attending meetings, N.A. and/or A.A., it is typical to see, a housewife, a business person, a public official, etc.

I’m not great at math.  That is why I went into writing and psychology.  But, with that said;  how the hell do we take care of the growing number of addicts?  Who pays for their room and board?  Rehab and mental health counseling does not grow on trees.  And, even if it did, someone would have to pay for those trees!

It is obvious that to combat the on going crisis of addiction in this country, we must provide, healthcare coverage.  It is also evident that the way to stop addiction is by education.  I do not see removal of a Universal Healthcare coverage…as alleviating that issue.

 

 “My insurance will pay my primary care doctor more for a 10-minute appointment for the flu than it will allow my psychiatrist for an hour-long treatment session. For this reason, my own psychiatrist, along with many others, no longer accepts insurance.”

The situation is not good. In fact, it’s dire in a country where nearly 20 million Americans struggle with substance abuse and 42.5 million adults live with some form of mental illness, according to a Mental Health America report released in November 2014.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/sf/national/2015/07/25/and-then-he-decided-not-to-be/

This kind of situation should be rectified.  Not eliminated altogether.  In America, these days, it seems we provide the race, give you the sneakers in which to run in, but if you aren’t pass the halfway mark in record time…you become, eliminated.  In more ways than one.freedom

Distracted by Social Issues?

Canine Home Companion: Political Edition

4/18/2015

Nashua, New Hampshire

F.I.T.N . Republican G.O.P. Summit, stood host to America’s largest gathering of persons with…artistic licenses. Between Mr. Christie exaggerated ‘death’…

The New Jersey governor is down, but not out. He’s putting all his chips on winning the Granite State, and the positive reception he received here showed that it’s probably the best bet he can make with his limited options.

Read more: http://www.politico.com/story/2015/04/2016-election-new-hampshire-gop-summit-6-takeaways-117114.html#ixzz3XsgtZK2Q

And, George Pataki announcing the following statement to those who wave the Rainbow Flag…peppered with female symbols…

“These are the issues that matter most. Instead we’re debating social issues like abortion and gay rights. They are a distraction, and will only help elect Hillary.”

http://www.cnn.com/george-pataki-new-hampshire-ad

Between all the pomp and ‘I didn’t have anything to do with that bridge…’ circumstances. There had been a bright spot on the whole ‘blow hard blowing bullshit out their ass to constituents’ stage…a large box stamped…Rand Paul.

Along with the box, Paul and a few dings and dents…had been a very simple letter.

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Dear 1 Percent,

We found Mr. Paul along side a road, between Mr. Dixon’s farm…that has now gone into foreclosure. And, Grace Baptist Church…where the Johnson’s youngest is buried. He had been diagnosed at nine with leukemia but because Mr. Johnson worked for Mr. Dixon…there had not been enough money to cover some of the more important procedures…testing and diagnostics and what not. Well, no matter, there just ain’t been the right kind of weather due to the climate change that they say ‘we don’t gut’. The weather made them fields of grass into stadiums of dust and than the money to keep them damn sprinklers on went…well, the whole place went down the shitter. One thing turned to another and the Johnson’s son just didn’t get up one day.

No matter, you folks don’t need to hear our sob story. You got bigger fish to fry. Like pipelines going through Shirley’s Boutique. Shirley doesn’t mind giving up the shop but wished that the government asked first.

Oh, here I am going on and on and on.

Anyways, Mr. Paul was in a box on the side of a road. Don’t worry we put holes in it. For breathing and what not. Along with the box came a note. On top of the box were the words…tried to e-mail but they closed my account.

Hope all is well in New Hampshire. Ain’t never been there but I hear the winter’s are a bitch. Plus, I hear there maybe problems getting the old Chevy over sum bridge in New Jersey.

Thank You-

Gladys

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Dear F.I.T.N. N.H. Republican style-

We boxed up Mr. Paul in Kentucky. I had been hesitant to do so because social media has tagged him and asshole. Asshole or not, you people deserve him. So, I put the asshole in a box down in Kentucky and shipped him to New Hampshire.

I should let you know…when you go to pop the Jack Ass out of the box in Nashua, that my dear old grandma once told me a not so tall tale.

She said, “Hillary, you can put an asshole; all pretty and nice and with cowboy boots, in a crate. A box. A shipping trunk. It don’t matter. You can put that asshole in a box, stamp it and send it to Alaska or wherever. Just as soon as that asshole gets to where it’s going. Some poor unsuspecting voting American, will open that box up. And, you know what, Hillary? They get an asshole. It don’t matter if you start out an ass in Kathmandu, you’ll still be an ass in Anchorage!”

Needless to say, here is your asshole. I hope he arrives undamaged and ready for a good, clean, fight…where all issues matter.

Peace Out-

Hillary (Grandma) Clintonpigs

Thought for the day?

‘It ain’t ’bout who you love

…It’s all ’bout do you love!’

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