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I wrote these three posts over the past month...
30 million people owing their souls to the insurance company store...Thu Dec-17-09 09:32 PM
:rant:
Sure, you don't have to buy insurance, but we will make your life miserable if you don't.
This is what we get with no public option.
I was once a member of that 30 million, now I have a grind the wheat worker bee job with insurance rates rising each year.
I know how much it sucks if you have something wrong with you and you can't afford to see a doctor. And going to the ER isn't an option because they don't treat the symptoms.
If this pile of tripe passes, life for 30 million people gets that much harder and that much more controlled.
Didn't pay your forced payment for insurance? Well, pay this fine! What? you can't pay the fine? Well, then, here's your orange jump suit to work with your fellow non-payers.
WTF?
The Insurance corps new motto: Squeezing more out of the poor than ever before!
we went from single payer to public option to buy into medicare to this colossally huge stinking pile of bullshit.
It's always been about making the insurance corps compete. Period. If those bastards have no competition, we the people, get nothing. NOTHING.
I'm beginning to think that that secret agreement that the "gang of 10" made was more bullshit and puffery to try and convince and already skeptical public that they are actually doing something.
Nothing, a big fucking zero came out of that "secret meeting".
I'm not quite done with these morons just yet, but, damn, I'm getting pretty fucking close.
:rant:
And...
The main reason what we are watching is nothing more than kabuki charade is...Thu Dec-17-09 10:27 PM
Come their "holiday recess", they will all suddenly stop, smile, pat each other on the back, wipe faux sweat from their brows, hoist a few and go home.
The ones that are supposed to "give a damn" will help roll up the carpets, put away the chairs and join their brethren in some holiday cheer.
Where is the out rage? Where are the acts of defiance?
Those things, my friend, are written in the pages of Hollywood scripts. Where good wins out over evil and the little guy catches a break. That's why those movies sell so well, because they are written whole cloth from the minds of fiction writers.
There will be a few that will mumble and grumble as to "why aren't we doing the peoples work?", that unnamed senator, representative will shout!
But when that gavel falls, they all, even the grumblers, will gather their papers and go out to the masses to weave tales of how hard they really "tried".
They will be in their warm homes, eating their gut busting meals and knowing that their health plan will take care of them if they choke on a bone from the roasted beast.
And within any direction of a dozen or less miles from that same little Hallmark moment gathering, there will be people, we the people, struggling to pay bills, deciding whether to eat, pay the mortgage/rent, the medical bill or keep the heat on.
While they make their plans for reelection, we make our plans to survive and live.
I'm tired of it all. I really am. I'm sick of these thieves, sycophants and glad-handers that masquerade as people representing out "best" interests.
I will be impressed, really impressed of one of these store bought tools actually shows a little guts and keeps congress in session into the holidays.
THAT would spark, in me, a flame of hope. That would show me that someone anyone cares about we the people.
Alas I feel as I am reading that script from Hollywood again.
Sigh.
These are, indeed, the times that try ones souls.
Finally...
One hour after the bill passes...Fri Dec-18-09 05:56 PM
Agent: so Mr. Doormat, here is your policy...
Mr. Doormat: I need to read this first.
Agent: naaa, you don't want to do that...
Mr. Doormat: why not?
Agent: well, to be perfectly honest, you will be come depressed and because the pre-existing thingy was taken out of the final bill, well, I won't be able to approve you.
Mr. Doormat: wha???
Agent: Just sign in blood on the dotted line...
Mr. Doormat: what's this? Line 5, subparagraph G, Roman numeral VI, subsection D, "The insurer (WEFUCKYOU, INC) has the right to deny the insured (You, the worthless gullible scumbag public), insurance for any reason we feel like, even if we think you are just weird".Subsection E: Pertaining to Subsection D: we can still charge you even though we have canceled the policy."
Agent: Huh, you must have pretty good eyes, that font was unable to be read by a hawk in our lab studies.
Mr. Doormat: What kind of bullshit is this?
Agent: sigh, see? you are getting depressed, what did I tell you?
Mr. Doormat: I'm not depressed I'm fucking pissed off!!!
Agent: Sigh again, sorry denied.
Mr. Doormat: (confused) why? I said I'm not depressed.
Agent: according to our studies the test monkey's in our lab would first get pissed then sad when denied their treats. So, it's that pre-existing thingy again.
Mr. Doormat: fine, fuck you. this policy was a worthless piece of shit anyway!!!
Mr. Doormat storms out. The Agent calls after him!
Agent: don't forget to pay your premium on the way out!!!
P.S. the Insurance corps waited a whole hour because they had to finish celebrating first.
>We, as they say, have been played like a harp<
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