Right, quickly because I have other things to do. A point on the Sebelius testimony: how painful was it watching a woman so trained to cover that in order to get her to admit that her boss does indeed hold at least SOME responsibility for the f**k-up that is the Obamacare website, she had to revert to being a 12-year-old girl losing an argument. “Whatever.” I half expected her to hold up the W fingers, or the loser L to her forehead.
On that note, someone was trying to insist to me the other day in a Facebook argument (gloriously free of any approach toward Godwin’s Law) that the insurance companies helped write the Obamacare law so they wanted that sucker (and presumably all the lost revenue they’re now facing), and that “making” people make better choices is good for them because they were being gouged by the evil cube dwellers of insurance land. Thank God someone I went to school with was all, “Consumer controls are not consumer protections so just stop.” Also, sure, some bureaucratic heads of insurance trade orgs repped the lot and promoted the plan. Wonder, like so many others, if they regret that now. Also, because the Obamacare “marketplace” is bound to be pretty small — just a few big vendors ultimately, assuming it ever actually gets off the ground, which I remain skeptical about — so sure, some providers will be groovin’ on all the new business for a little while. But I’m not sure it’s accurate to say that the entire industry WANTED this mess. I know, for example, doctors are freaking out. And patients will be, too (h/t Jaseliberty). And it’s just so hard to square the idea that this thing — sorry Facebook arguer — is in any way a good thing when there was so much lying about it in order to get people to be even moderately comfortable with it. We’re not children taking yucky medicine. Most of us are able to rationalize what works with our financial situation and the general economy, and what doesn’t. Except the over-educated liberals who, I’m assuming because it means they get a seat at the big table, trumpet this kind of thing. The more I think about it the more I think it’s almost an imperative that this thing be stopped, either completely or with some kind of reform. It’s just so, so bad. And I’m not even talking about how creepy it is to be in yet another federal database…just waiting for my barcode tattoo…
My Mom and Sister-in-law both posted this and, since Halloween is officially over, we can start looking to December I guess. This seems like a really, really good thing to do. I plan on it.
On a similar note, this is a fascinating story for anyone who likes military strategy, unsung heroes, little-reported history, or photography. (h/t George)
But before we leave Halloween behind completely, I have to share this because it made me laugh so hard. This is one of my dance teachers at the High Heel Drag Race this past week. It’s a DC thing. Google it.
And then there’s one of my favorite scenes from a Halloween movie. I can so relate to Morticia here. Do what you gotta do to keep your man ladies, but there’s absolutely no reason to be tacky. (I’m only half joking)
Also, because I know some of you are down there right now, help look after the place. It’s a good thing to do.
Okay boys who like to cook. Don’t say I never gave you anything.
I’m more of an auburn but I’m pretty sure it counts. Numbers 11 and 15 appeal most to me. I like Elizabeth’s style — many lovers, never tamed. Not saying I emulate it, just that she lived life on her terms. And that’s pretty tough.
Speaking of sassy broads… (h/t Turk)
I shall employ these beauty tips while wearing this fabulous dress:
I’m just going to say it — I think women have a higher tolerance for pain than men. I do. And maybe it’s because that stereotype that we’re all over the place (some call it crazy but I don’t listen to them) is why. Don’t be scared fellas. Love us for our strength. And our crazy.
And speaking of pain. No judgment, but is generally why my running is limited to a few miles. Because, yeah, no.
This was an interesting piece. I think one great mistake those who don’t believe make about those who believe is that we don’t understand the psychological implications of the mystery of faith turned into stories that our human brains can understand and make sense of. We know.
Speaking of God. Beautiful.