See ? I told you so.
During the Obamacareless debate, I screamed from the roof tops that this was one humongous step towards socialism. The Tea Party folks understood, of course, but the American Idol watchers that comprise a large chunk of the population thought I needed to up my meds. The Progressiveviks, like the Human Rat Keith Olbermann, said people like me were selfish. If one were to ask the Congressional Village Idiot Alan Grayson, he would gladly tell you people like me helped kill the mythical 45,000 per year who die every year from a lack of insurance. Needless to say, dissent, back then, was not the highest form of patriotism.
Recently, a woman whose entire body is made from plastic and botox came to my rescue and proved my point. That woman is Princess Nancy, Ruler of The People's Republic of Pelosi.
Recently, she had this to say about Obamacareless, as reported by the Daily Caller:
“We see it [Obamacareless] as an entrepreneurial bill, a bill that says to someone, if you want to be creative and be a musician or whatever, you can leave your work, focus on your talent, your skill, your passion, your aspirations because you will have health care. You won’t have to be job locked.”
That's right. If you want to put a Crucifix in a jar of urine or put elephant poop on a statuette of the Virgin Mary, We The People will pay for your health care, and give you a generous NEA grant to boot. Out of normal, healthy curiousity, isn't that what socialism is all about ? Taking money out of the hands of others and handing it to someone else ? That's exactly what Princess Nancy is advocating for in the above quote, isn't it ? Or should I up my meds so I can understand the quote more clearly ?
I understand the artsy-fartsy crowd better than my fellow Conservatives. I am a writer after all, and nothing would bring me greater pleasure than not having to do anything but perfect my craft. At the same time, I'm also a realist. I understand I may be the next George Orwell or Jonah Goldberg, but I have to pay my dues first. That means having to work to support myself as I try to reach my goal. That means pounding out a column when my brain is fried from a ten hour work day. That means working in some cases at 3 AM on my column, but having the energy to do what I need to at work. No, it isn't pleasant. I daresay it down right sucks. In the end, the struggle will make my success all the more sweeter, that is, until Michelle Obama's fatty task force outlaws sugar.
See ? I told you so...and on that note, I say...
God help us all.