Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Man, it's so hot you could fry an egg on my face.

Off to the land of the hanging chad. See you in a couple of days.

Crazy, am I? We'll see whether I'm crazy or not.

If you've followed the dust-up over 12-year-old Graeme Frost and the rabid Malkinite swarm attacking his family for his daring to speak up for SCHIP, you're probably shaking your head over the whole thing much the same as I am. Is there a step beyond self-parody? Because it appears the conservative dregs of the blogo-sphere may have finally reached it.

Let's set aside for the moment the vicious, brownshirt-esque behavior by these "citizen journalists" and their repulsive cheerleaders in Malkin, Limbaugh, etc. just for the moment. The progressive net has already done a fine job of cataloging their inanity. Jackassases, the lot of 'em.

No, what I really find stunning about the whole affair is the complete and utter lack of logic behind the attack. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, to be gained by attacking this kid and his family. Indeed; for all intensive purposes they set their cause back with their actions.

The bottom line is that it didn't matter whether the Democrats put a personal face on SCHIP in the form of a twelve-year-old boy because the greater truth, the enormous, obese truth sitting on the face of the body-politic and singing "greater truths are here to stay" is that the system of private insurance in the United States is fucked-up beyond recognition. Broken. Pining for the fjords. And the vast majority of Americans know this.

It doesn't matter if we make $45,000, or $145,000, the reality is that all of us outside of the very, very rich are one accident away from financial disaster due to the insane costs of healthcare in America and regardless of what kind of insurance we have. THAT'S why SCHIP is a popular program whether or not we personally qualify. There for the grace of God go I.

These Freeper sociopaths aren't just out of the mainstream. They're out of their minds.

Monday, October 08, 2007

God, why do you hate me?

Not only do I pray for our troops to "win," but I also pray that Chris Wallace finally raises enough money to pay for that obstructive cranialcolonectomy surgery he so urgently needs.