Sometimes we wonder if Mittens ObamneyBot is trying his damndest to get us to refuse to vote for president at all in November.
Case in point: Tonight’s debate. Yes, we know that the MittBots at Hot Gas are jizzing all over themselves about it, claiming that their Golden Idol Mittens swept the floor with that hideous Newt, but that’s not at all what we care about. What we did care about was this four minute exchange between Mittens the Mandate and Rick Santorum:
Done? Good. Watch Santorum determinedly skewer, dissect and atomize Mittens’ flat out lies about how RomneyCare and ObamaCare aren’t one and the same, particularly when Mittens tries to claim that forcing everybody in Massachusetts who has a pulse to either buy insurance or pay a fine is somehow different from forcing everybody in the nation who has a pulse to either buy insurance or pay a fine.
Other than “Massachusetts” =/= “nation”, they sound pretty similar to us, and obviously to Santorum as well.
But even that is not what made us want to shoot the TV. No, watching that pompous, preening, Obama With Better Hair son of a diseased bitch Mittens state that mandates weren’t something to get angry over was what did it for us.
It isn’t, Mittens Ogabelini? It isn’t?
Well, unlike your privileged, insulated arse, His Imperial Majesty actually lived under and worked within a government mandate healthcare system, and let us tell you: The results ain’t pretty. Rationing boards, waiting lists as long as months for simple procedures like a CT scan, people overrunning the ERs with routine issues because they can’t get an appointment with a doctor since there aren’t enough of them, three government bureaucrats for every actual healthcare professional (useless bureaucrat swine who, aside from doing absolutely nothing to improve healthcare also cost at least three times as much as the “Indians” providing the actual care), you name it. Your “perfect” model has it. In spades.
Because we know it, we lived it and we worked in it. So don’t tell us otherwise, you ignorant fuckweasel.
How about overworked, underpaid providers being forced to use sub-standard equipment (we’ve got to take money from them to keep the useless 1,000 government suits in the administrative annex fat and happy, y’know) botching up routine surgeries to the point where they reduce otherwise healthy individuals to massively brain damaged vegetables or nearly take their eye sight away? And we’re only talking about examples from our very own Imperial family here. Don’t even get us started on the disasters that we witnessed every fucking day working the floors that were the results of putting the same wastes of protoplasm that gave us the DMV in charge of healthcare.
Ever had to keep a patient in ER from bleeding to death by employing combat field medicine because the only surgeon the government would allow us to keep on staff had been working for 36 hours straight and needed a nap? I fucking well have, and it wasn’t even my job! I just happened to be the only guy around who happened to know how to do it.
Want more? I don’t really fucking care if you do, I’m going to give it to you anyway: How about having a fifteen-year-old kid literally die in your arms because nobody on the floor he coded on knew how to operate the damn crash cart? There just weren’t any “funds” available to do so, probably because some obese, suited government fuck needed another Mercedes. I thank G-d for the fact that I just happened to be on the floor when it happened because I at least knew enough to keep him viable until the cardiologist could get over there. Yes, he survived in the end after having been clinically dead. But no fucking thanks to nationalized medicine. You want to hear the punch line to that one? The same government administration who couldn’t find the pennies to keep the staff trained on handling codes somehow found the funds to offer everybody who’d been there to witness the results of their inexcusable fuckup “grief counseling.”
Needless to say, I told the fuckers to fuck the fuck off. I may or may not have said something about hanging the empty suits from the nearest lamp post being the best “therapy” I could think of at the moment, I don’t remember it all that clearly.
And all of this is “not worth getting angry over?”
Fuck you, Mittens. Fuck you and the GOP Establishment you rode in on. Fuck you with the three-headed fuckstick of Ba’al until your innards trail out of your arsehole like tattered, bloody sail ticklers on an ancient, worm-ridden wreck. Fuck you and the entire Establishment with the manic determination of a thousand sex-starved crackheads on a metric ton of crystal meth. Fuck you so far up the arse with a barbed-wire adorned fence post that your eyes bulge out. Fuck you right the fuck to fucking death and please, please G-d, allow us to watch all of it in HD.
There. That’s it. If anybody expects me to pull the lever for that fuckstickle in November, you need to up your meds. I WILL vote, I WILL show up to vote for every single position down ticket, but I won’t lift a finger for that diseased chancre on the body politic. That fucking does it. The only, ONLY issue on which he hasn’t been on all three sides depending on what suited him at the moment happens to be a hill that I am more than perfectly willing to die on because several people I love and care about came quite close to dying because of it. And now the arrogant, pissy, preppy silver spoon cocksucker is telling me that “it’s not worth getting angry over?”
So yeah, RomneyBots, go right on riding your pony to the nomination. Best of fucking luck getting us to lift a finger for him. We WILL vote, no sense whatsoever in depriving perfectly good down-ticket candidates of our support just because The Stupid Party once again managed to fuck up a simple job, but if you think that a slime sack who supports everything that we hate and despise is going to get our support, you’d damn well better think again.
And if he somehow does manage to win the nomination and the general election, do him a favor and prepare him for the least funny four years of his life, because I do solemnly swear that I will do everything that I legally can to make his life everloving fucking hell from day one.
That. Is. ALL.