I hope all you Obamacare supporters are happy with your new premiums
Your finally seeing a personal stake in your vote after the years of supporting it. But don't despair, when you get your new job at 1/2 the pay, you'll get a subsidy!
Let's here it for Barry! Hoop, hoop, ha rah.............hoop, hoop ha rah!
If it makes you feel better, after Jan, Barry will post tear jerking article of all his people who were saved by your donation to their HC. ( although we all know hospitals cannot turn a sick person away. And any balances due after treatment won't be paid, by them anyway.
As the Greatfull Dead once sang:
Red and white, blue suede shoes, I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do?
Gimme five, I'm still alive, ain't no luck, I learned to duck.
Check my pulse, it don't change. Stay seventy-two come shine or rain.
Shine your shoes, light your fuse. Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth, run your life, steal your wife.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
Following are the first few verses of "Re-enlistment Blues" written by James Jones in "From Here to Eternity":
My hitch was up Monday
Not a dog soljer nor more
soljer no more.
They give me all that money
So much my pockets is sore
pockets is sore.
More dough than I can use
Took my gelt to town Tuesday
Found me a big double bed
big double bed.
I'll find a job tomorrow
Tonight I'll maybe be dead
maybe be dead.
Ain't no time to lose
There are probably a couple of hundred more verses of this soulful ballad, many not clean enough for polite society, reflecting the plight of the pre-WWII Professional PFC GI awaiting the really big war.