What is up with the protesting about health care reform? I'd think that people like me, who really need this health care reform to occur, would be the ones out there protesting. Are these protesters just plain stupid? Are they really so greedy that they'd get violent just to keep their taxes low? Pathetic!
No, this country will not become a facist state for goodness sakes! This is America not Nazi Germany! Get over yourselves. Do you really think that the goverment even CARES to decide who does or does not get surgery? Honestly. They don't even have the over-sight.
Maybe these health care reformers need to take their crazy pills and deal with it. No, the goverment is NOT out to get you. Yes, the goverment DOES want you to function, so take your g*d d*mn pills and get over yourselves.
If you guys keep protesting, than I will organize a protest. A PEACEFUL protest. (So as to show the world that hey, we're not unmedicated crazy paranoid republicans).
This makes me so mad. Do you know how many people get more and more sick, every day, simply because they cannot afford medication? And the more sick these people get, the more they are going to cost the entire society in the long run because they will need that much more in the way of services in the future.
Unless republicans are so heartless that they'd rather see such sick people just die homeless on the street. But Oh yeah, I forgot, they don't believe in Darwin. (And logically you'd think that would make them care more about the poor and sick. But no, for some reason, the left wing democrats, who believe in Darwin, CARE more about the average as well as the unlucky person.)
No, Republicans (not all, but the extreme in particular) are heartless, greedy bastards that care only about their own welfare- OR they are mindless sheep that blindly follow their extreme right masters- without question.
Think people! Even if we do get a National Health insurance plan, do you really think we'd let it be as bad as everyone seems to think Canada's health insurance plan is?
I hope I'm just preaching to the choir.
I don't think there is an issue that I feel more strongly about. Maybe you (extreme right wings) don't understand the fear that I have when I realize, I can't ever live without some form of insurance if I want to live. And how will I afford it if I can't get anything but a part time job? This economy (btw, this economy is your fault too... LOOK AT HISTORY, every time things are DEREGULATED this happend!) is going to make it very hard for many people to find or keep jobs. Including me. Including you.
Thank goodness that we do have Obama in office. He really did avert another depression (I guess extreme right wing republicans wouldn't know this- do they even GO to school? Or are they too stupid?) but historically, every depression that has ever occured in history occured right after numerous banks failed. The great depression was only the worst of those.
Anyway, perhaps the REAL problem is that, if we get universal health insurance, these paranoid extreme republicans (who associated the U.S. with facism or Nazis) will have to take their medication and finally be normal again. Ohh, we don't want that. People who are mentally healthy walking around? No, no, we certainly can't have that!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Why I am Creating This Blog
I was on the subway in NYC a couple of days ago and I saw a familiar sight. Everyone in NYC has seen this. Late at night, it seems to be worse than during the day. There was a begger going around, asking for money.
I was with a friend at the time and we (or she) was talking about something or other. Normally I'd be talking too, and perhaps just like her I'd pay little if any attention to the begger. But perhaps it was the vow of silence I'd taken for that week, or perhaps it was something else. Either way, something just really hit me hard in the heart about this guy. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't wearing any shoes, and that half of the toes on his foot were missing. Or maybe it was the desperate look in his eyes and the way everyone completly ignored him. I don't know. All I know is that I realized, I don't want to become a hard New Yorker who ignores the pain of others. But what can I do? Most likely, any money I give this guy will not really help him. Often homeless people use money for drugs, or things they don't really need. (Once while in Boston, I saw a begger come out of a store with a squirt gun. The same guy had been begging earlier in the day when I passed him.)
I've thought of other things too: What about giving them maps to the nearest shelter or food pantry? That is something I might still do.
So the point of this blog, then, is to make a difference. I don't know if this is something I will keep up with on a regular basis, but I will see what happens. Writing can change and influence people. This is just a simple blog and my voice is little, but perhaps something I write will affect someone somewhere.
I say, lets stop pretending that homeless people and beggers are beneath our compassion. Even if there's little we can do to help them, sometimes just opening our hearts to them is enough.
I was with a friend at the time and we (or she) was talking about something or other. Normally I'd be talking too, and perhaps just like her I'd pay little if any attention to the begger. But perhaps it was the vow of silence I'd taken for that week, or perhaps it was something else. Either way, something just really hit me hard in the heart about this guy. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't wearing any shoes, and that half of the toes on his foot were missing. Or maybe it was the desperate look in his eyes and the way everyone completly ignored him. I don't know. All I know is that I realized, I don't want to become a hard New Yorker who ignores the pain of others. But what can I do? Most likely, any money I give this guy will not really help him. Often homeless people use money for drugs, or things they don't really need. (Once while in Boston, I saw a begger come out of a store with a squirt gun. The same guy had been begging earlier in the day when I passed him.)
I've thought of other things too: What about giving them maps to the nearest shelter or food pantry? That is something I might still do.
So the point of this blog, then, is to make a difference. I don't know if this is something I will keep up with on a regular basis, but I will see what happens. Writing can change and influence people. This is just a simple blog and my voice is little, but perhaps something I write will affect someone somewhere.
I say, lets stop pretending that homeless people and beggers are beneath our compassion. Even if there's little we can do to help them, sometimes just opening our hearts to them is enough.
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