Oh, what a tangled web he weaves
So, let me see if I have all this straight: Obama is going to cut health care costs — which, according to him, are destroying that small portion of the economy not already totaled by his “stimulus” scam and the nationalization of various enterprises — with a “revenue-neutral” program which will actually cost more than a trillion bucks. He’s going to “keep government out of health care decisions” by increasing government’s role in health care to a hitherto unimaginable degree. He says “this isn’t about me,” but whines that they’re “going to destroy my presidency.” He accepts responsibility for the economy he crippled, but still wants us to remember that it’s all Bush’s fault.
He’s “saved or created” about fourteen and a half jobs while destroying millions more. And oh yeah, those jobs are all temporary, part time, or both, and they’re gonna cost about eight hundred million apiece to “create or save.”
He says he’s not going to blame Republicans for certain Democrats’ hilariously chaotic intransigence on ramming the Big Con through by August, right before blaming Republicans for certain Democrats’ hilariously chaotic intransigence on ramming the Big Con through by August. Oh, and…by August? Umm, never mind.
He admits he doesn’t know the first damned thing about the actual Gatesgate facts, then slams the racist cops, one of whom conducts racial-sensitivity training seminars, for acting “stupidly,” thereby stupidly declining to issue the only correct followup to his admission of ignorance: “I have nothing more to say.” Then, he issues an insincere mea culpa wherein the mea was never culpa’d, and the media was blamed for the whole thing, which makes a nice change from blaming Bush and the Republicans, at any rate. After that, the post-racial pResident says he’d be delighted to have Sgt Crowley over to his place for a beer and a cheap, ass-saving photo op. Crowley doesn’t seem all that interested, probably feeling that one condescending lecture this week from a race-baiting Marxist is quite enough, thanks.
He said it was absolutely critical that we get the troops out of Iraq so we could focus on the “real” war on terrorism in Afghanistan, which he now says we can’t possibly win. The F22 is a horrid waste of money, but the useless Porkulus liberal wish-list project is crucial, even though it’s only making things worse. Besides, we don’t need the damned F22s anyway; presumably, the mere sight of all those thirty-year-old F15s sitting on the ground will be enough to frighten into docility those US enemies who don’t seem all that interested in unclenching their fists no matter how much he talks at them, or how many All Apologies world tours he embarks on.
None of us will pay one dime more in taxes, according to him. Well, except “the rich,” the definition of which has now been made expansive enough, last time I looked, to include chimney sweeps, kids operating lemonade stands, and the guy selling cheap cologne in the titty-bar men’s room.
Oh, and the trouble with health care isn’t the distortions in the market caused by a meddling, intrusive, too-powerful government; it’s those bloodsucking doctors.
Y’know, there are some who say the Boy King is a greasy, lying grifter who, as Treacher said a while back, is willing to say whatever he has to to get himself through the next five minutes.
And just this once, there’s some merit that tired rhetorical tic of his. Because I’m one of them.
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