Posts Tagged ‘health care’

The Fahrenheit 217

May 4th, 2017

Today, the House of Representatives voted 217-213 to approve H.R. 1628: The American Health Care Act of 2017. The repeal and replace of Obamacare and the attempt to institute Trumpcare.


Imagine replacing a car that needed maintenance with a car frame that looked great but didn’t have an engine at all. That’s essentially what you got with Trumpcare now. It will go to the Senate. I’m not positive that the Senate Republicans will vote this down. They might decide to throw a lighter into a jet engine and blow the whole thing up.


I’m too pissed off to actually give cogent analysis. So I’m going to just snap on the 217 assholes who decided to hurt their own constituents.

  • Brett Guthrie, I will vote against you in 2018. I will donate money to your general election opponent. I will piss in your boots if I see you. You are a partisan hack. You have no courage. You should be ashamed of yourself.
  • Andy Barr sounds like “candy bar” which is something a diabetic shouldn’t eat. I hope your cock gets gangrene, you future eunuch.
  • James Comer’s name is close to James Comey, the FBI director who feels mildly nauseous about having any impact on the 2016 election. I hope you feel nausea every time you try to raise campaign funds. I hope you vomit on the shoes of a Koch Brother.
  • Hal Rogers represents Harlan. I hope you get arrested for sex crimes.
  • I want to credit John Yarmuth and Thomas Massie (a Republican, nonetheless) for voting against this bullshit bill. 
  • Larry Buschon of Indiana. I hope you have to live in Indiana for the rest of your life.
  • Trey Hollingsworth of Indiana. I hope you die like a character in “Children Of The Corn”.
  • Steve King of Iowa. You’re one of the lowest form of life in Congress and that says a lot considering who your contemporaries. Nearly every time there’s a piece of garbage racist law brought up in the House, you either brought it up or co-sponsor it. I hope you fall into a paper shredder, and your remains are turned into low-grade toilet paper to be bought and used by the poor.
  • Mark Sanford of South Carolina, you know this bill is shit and you voted for it anyway. You should have stayed in Argentina with your mistress. Pull an Eva Peron and pass away prematurely.
  • Joe Wilson of South Carolina, you’re the guy who yelled “You lie” at Obama. You should have been kicked out of office years ago. You lie every day. I hope you get a kidney stone every day.
  • Jason Chaffetz of Utah, you are the lowest of the low. The biggest hypocrite of the bunch. You just had leg surgery. A pre-existing condition. And you voted to take away that protection for Americans. I hope you o.d. on pain meds, you big bag of oatmeal.
  • Paul Ryan of Wisconsin, the Speaker of the House. You did this just to save your job. You miserable prick. If we’re not all dead by 2018, you will be gone. I will donate to your opponent too. It won’t take much, which is a sentence you’ve probably told your wife plenty of times. You needledick, wannabe frat boy fuckboy. I hope you get a metal rod rammed up your pisshole.

You are the Fahrenheit 217 now. And you are going to be wiped out. If we still have elections a year-and-a-half from now. Maybe Dear Leader Trump will ban elections. I wouldn’t do that if I were him. We may just march on Washington, drag the bastard out of the White House and eat him alive. Just a fair warning.

A Short, Stupid Story

December 20th, 2016

A few days ago I posted about the weekend’s protests and vigils. There was the Stand With Aleppo rally at U of L campus (which was cancelled on account of weather), the Hamilton Electors/Unite For America rallies at statehouses across the country (which yielded a whopping two GOP dissenters) and today’s Health Care Speak Out at the Government Building in Owensboro. That last one is the one I made it to.


I needn’t have bothered.


I found out there would be an event at Sen. Rand Paul’s office in Owensboro and would be coordinating it. So I decided to add my name to the list. I get an e-mail this morning.



Time, address, the whole thing. I go to 423 Frederica Street in Owensboro. It’s a government building. They won’t even let you bring your cellphone in. You have to leave it in the car. So no Facebook Live for you, nuh-uh charlie. The guards make you put your stuff in the plate and walk through the metal detector. You’ve probably been through this stuff one way or another, going to airport or junior high school.


I got there about twenty minutes early and told the guards I was there for the big health care speak-out. This is Senator Paul’s office, is it not? Well, yes but the Senator has never been to this office and his representative is only here sometimes if there’s an appointment and do I have an appointment today?


I don’t have an appointment but I’m with someone who does. Someone from, and I realize I’m here a bit early. So the guards let me sit in a waiting room, without my cellphone which is in the car.


I figured Senator Paul wouldn’t be there. He lives in Bowling Green. That’s fine, I would be just as happy talking to his assistant or representative or whatever. But the guy didn’t show up.


You know who else didn’t show up? The guy. Never made it. I sat in the waiting room for about a half-hour. Sitting there like a big galoot. The guards had no idea what I was talking about. “Speakout”? What’s that? They didn’t know from adam. Nobody else showed up, either. I was the only one determined to speak my piece about how Obamacare is flawed but it’s better than revoking Obamacare and Medicare and Medicare and so forth. You know, I took time to do this. And the point man who I thought would be here to organize it. . . I don’t know.


So I left sometime after eleven when it was clear that nobody was coming and I had wasted my day. But it wasn’t a total loss. I got to sit in a government building waiting room for almost a whole half-hour. That was. . . meditative.


Dear, what the fuck is going on over there? “Well we didn’t save Obamacare, and the Republicans managed to privatize both Medicare and Medicaid. BUT. . . we did waste that one guy’s afternoon in Owensboro. So it wasn’t a total loss, right?

Thank You For Speaking

June 29th, 2016

“Thank you for speaking.”

I heard those words a few times Tuesday afternoon.

If you have read my post from a few days ago “I Go To Confront My Enemy” then you know that I had something in my heart and on my mind. I had to go to Bowling Green to comment on the governor’s disastrous health-care proposal.

I really thought I would be one of maybe a few who spoke up against it. Had to be ready to accept snickers from the crowd (laughs, not candy bars). Imagine my surprise when I was the first called to speak.

I was nervous but I got out what I needed to get out. I ended up being recorded by WBKO, interviewed by someone from WKU Public Radio and someone from the Louisville Courier-Journal. The meeting was streamed on WKU’s website. That was all very cool.

“Thank you for speaking.” That makes me feel good because other people felt the same way I did and were grateful that someone went up to say it. I’m proud of myself.

I’m also proud that as the meeting went on, every speaker that went up spoke against the proposal. It was an ill-conceived, poorly-thought out plan that wouldn’t help Kentuckians, take health care away from them and cost the state more money in the long run.

People from all walks of life. People who depended on medicaid and medicare, eye doctors and dentists, private care practitioners, private citizens, non-profit workers who work with mentally ill, homeless and victims of domestic violence. People who had not been considered by Matt Bevin’s new health care proposal.

It’s hard to stand up in front of a lot of people and admit to being vulnerable. To admit to needing help. I need help. I need medicaid and medicare. I cannot work. I’m not even close to good health and it would be a long road just to get back to a place of fair health. I’m just trying to maintain and keep my head up while politicians keep tinkering with my health care and every time they do it people like me have to pay.


This is about the state trying to curb spending and fix the deficit, but I can’t think of a more important thing to spend money on than the health and wellness of its’ citizens. Taking from low-income families is not a solution. Shaming them into giving up on receiving health care is a Scrooge-type twist of the knife.


So I spoke up. And after the meeting I heard it again and again. “Thank you for speaking.” That means a lot to me. A lot of good things were said and intelligent points were raised at the meeting. I’m proud of that moment in my life. No matter what comes of it or of Bevin’s proposal.


Later that day I called my mom and we talked about what I did because I hadn’t told her about it. I don’t know why I hadn’t mentioned it to her. But I went and she said “thank you for going”. She was glad I stood up and spoke, too.

I Go To Confront My Enemy

June 25th, 2016

I didn’t think I had any real enemies but I do. The governor of my own state is my enemy and he has a hard-on for making me and my fellow Kentuckians miserable. Perhaps he has it in his mind that he can turn the state into a giant smoking crater between now and 2019, the year where he will (hopefully) be voted the hell out of office.

Moments later, the cat was appointed to UL Board of Regents

Moments later, the cat was appointed to UL Board of Regents

This is irrational. Matt Bevin doesn’t hate me, does he? He doesn’t know me. And yet by tinkering with health care in Kentucky he keeps messing with me. I can’t help but take it personally even though it affects over a million other people.


There’s a public hearing on Tuesday in Bowling Green. I am going to address the changes Bevin wants to make to health care in Kentucky. The auditorium where the meeting is being held has capacity of about 160. It’s being held at ten in the morning. One of three meetings being held in the state, along with Frankfort and Hazard. He should have a meeting in Louisville as well but I doubt the University of Louisville would be hospitable after he fired the University Board of Regents and replaced then with his own handpicked stooges.


This will be a moment when I make my voice heard. I will have to stand up. I can’t stand up very well or for very long but I will stand up and I speak my piece. I may start shouting and cursing. He isn’t me. He doesn’t know what the average Kentuckian goes through. His life has been one of overwhelming privilege and now he tries to save money by punishing the poorest citizens while giving $18 million to some creep to build a fake Ark that won’t even float.


I have written from the safety of my home, on this website, on social media. I’ve made numerous phone calls to Frankfort. It’s not enough. I have to stand up and be counted as someone who said “no” to all this shit. No sideline garbage. I am the man for my times whether I want to be or not.