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Barack Obama, Health care, Humor, Jay Leno, Sarah Palin, stupid Americans, The Contrarian, townhall meetings, Wingnut right
Step up, find a seat if you can, but get ready. As Bette Davis used to say, “It’s going to be a bumpy ride.”
I’ve been oh so introspective the last few days and frankly, I’ve come to the point that I bore myself, so I’m getting off the soap box of internal examination and hitting the low road of chuckles and rant. To make it as schizophrenic as possible, I’ll try to go back and forth.
First off, listen in on this priceless look at my world from last night. While munching on popcorn and relaxing with a show I don’t like “The Philanthropist” but which the Contrarian does, he begins: “This has been kicking around in my head for a while and. . . .” Now this is a warning that I am probably not gonna like what’s coming next. It is after all, after 10 pm, I’m beginning to long to stretch out in the bed, I’m yawning. These all signal that I am not in the “let’s discuss Aristotle” mode.
“I’ve been watching some of the space program footage these past days. One of the astronauts that didn’t land on the moon was circling the moon and wondered to Mission Control, ‘Do you guys ever wonder how this all got here?’ ” MC apparently suggested that they were not there to answer such questions, and deleted his question from the official tape.
The Contrarian went on: “I think it would have been a good idea if some of the astronauts had been philosophers and poets. It would have served us well to have had their reaction to being in space.” “Yes,” I replied, “You’re right.”
“Of course I am,” he announced. Now you can only imagine my eye-rolling at that. “What’s wrong?” he inquired ever so innocently. “That’s a bit of a show-stopper there dude,” I answered. “But you always agree with me, except on the rare occasion when you can’t grasp what I’m saying.”
I screamed some obscenities and he burst into gales of laughter, and we returned to the TV. It’s always a hoot in Parkersylvania I tell ya.
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Ya gotta admire the chutzpah at least. If you used that word to our Sarah, she’d not have a clue what you were talking about though.
It appears it isn’t enough to tweet, she Facebook’s too. (I wonder if her and ex-almost son in law are FB friends?)
Anyhow, the queen of duh has of course made a great too doo about “leaving her family alone!” That’s cuz she needs to use them herself.
In her latest FB remarks she jumped on the anti-health care wagon complaining that the mean old Democrats would be killin’ off her parents and denying care to her newest son, Trig or whatever, whom we are not supposed to talk about cuz that would be unfair.
She is a gem ain’t she? ( I’m undecided whether I should “befriend” her just to get on there and make a few comments? eh? what think you on this?)
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We never watched Jay every night, since we are confirmed Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert watchers. But we always taped Mondays for “headlines” and were always more than pleased to catch a “Jay walking” episode. We only watched those opening segments.
We don’t watch Conan, who simply doesn’t strike me as very funny. I like the Brit guy a lot better, can’t remember his name. Anyway, we are getting anxious for Jay’s new show since it promises to keep some of those great segments.
The promos for the new show have been focusing on Jay walking. While the level of stupidity in the American republic is stunning, and thus frightening for the continuation of species Homo sapien sapien, still you have to admit it’s funny. Here are a couple of the promos that I found knee slapping, side splitting, fall off the couch funny.
Jay: Who lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue?
Bimbo-ette: I really don’t know.
Jay: Who lives at the bottom of the ocean in (I don’t remember the rest, cause I don’t know the answer)?
Bimbo-ette: (Grinning with pride) Spongebob squarepants!
Sigh…enough said
Jay: (Showing a video of the American flag) How many stars are there?
Bimbo-ette 2: I don’t know, I can count them because it’s moving!
Swords to commit ritual hari kari are available in the lobby.
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Far be it from me to make analogies to Nazi Germany. But I will, since it so reminds me of exactly what was going on in Pre-Hitler Germany in the late 20’s and 30’s. (Hey it was WELL before my time, but I read!)
Our town hall meetings have been reduced to an ugly version of the Hitlerite “beer hall putsch.” Things are not quite that bad yet, since there has been little violence, but if things don’t calm down, violence can only be a short ways away.
Insurance companies under the guise of front organizations with names like “Citizens for Good Care” and crap like that, are infesting meetings and screaming down anyone who asks a question that suggests interest in the bill itself.
Armed with a list of phrases, these brain-dead shills rant with slogans and wave signs that make it rather clear that their main impetus has little to do with health, but reflects their blatant racism. They are wont to scream in one breath, “No government sponsored option,” followed in the same breath with, “Govt. keep your hands off my medicare!” Uhuh, right little automaton, let your battery wind down and fall over in a useless heap please.
It is insanity itself to conclude that the President intends to kill old people. Thanks to Foxy Noise, a small but sadly uninformed group buy this crap. A smaller group, the “I want my country back!” simply is racist. The country, my dear bigoted idiot, hasn’t gone anywhere, and hasn’t changed in any appreciable way I can discern. Enlighten me on what has changed. Take your “patriotic” rhetoric and hit the outhouse and get rid of some of that shit you’re carrying.
Oh my, that was a bit much, even for me! It’s a subject that rankles. Health care is a right owed to everyone in any society that wishes to call itself civilized.
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Well, I’ve run out of room to go on, so tomorrow we can continue. I have at least a couple more subjects to cover. I’ll save you a seat on the aisle, but please don’t leave your popcorn boxes and sippy cups on the floor. The stickiness is a mess to clean up. Now get out of my head!