I don’t really have that much to say about anything today. I just feel bored, and kind of bloggy, so here we go…
I guess the biggest thing that is going on right now is the whole health care reform business. I’ll admit right off the bat that I don’t know that much about it. If you know me, you know that I am so left wing I wont make a right turn; so I listen to our democratic political leaders for their viewpoints. I also have to weigh the moral issues as well. What would Jesus do if he was presented with this health care bill? Would he say “You mean I have to give part of my meager but hard-earned living as a carpenter so sick people that I don’t even know can get help?” No, I think not. The picture of Jesus I have in my head would probably remind you of the story of the good Samaritan.
Will some people take advantage of this? Absolutely. But most of these people who will benefit from this reform actually need it. The proof of this can be found at the actual signing of the bill. Most probably noticed that there was a boy present. He was there representing the people who need this health care reform.
His name is Marcelas Owens, and he’s eleven years old. He lost his mom to Pulmonary Hypertension when she was only 27 years old. She was a shift leader at a Jack in the Box restaurant, and ended up being let go because she started missing work because of her illness; and therefore lost her healthcare. This hits way too close to home for me, because the same thing happened to me. My illness isn’t life-threatening by any means, but it affects every aspect of my life. So much so that Social Security considers me disabled. This shouldn’t happen. Ever.
I think what chaps my ass so much about the people that oppose this is that they are, or claim to be, staunch Christians. I thought Christ’s golden rule was to love your neighbor as yourself. What happened to that? I know I’m guilty of not following this rule all of the time, but I try not to make a public display of it.
I’ve seen this as a status update on FaceBook several times already.
“We’re going to be gifted with a health care plan written by a committee whose chairman says he does not understand it, passed by a Congress that hasn’t read it but exempts themselves from it,to be signed by a president who also hasn’t read it and who smokes,with funding administered by a treasury chief who didn’t pay …his taxes,to be overseen by a surgeon general who is obese, & financed by a country that’s broke”.
I have two problems with this.
1) I smoke. A lot. I know it isn’t healthy, but it’s my decision, and it’s my business. It brings a little happiness to my little world. If you don’t smoke, I respect you and don’t smoke around you. So leave it the hell alone. If you feel the need to criticize a smoker, why don’t you shove another cheeseburger in your face and shut the hell up. Same damned thing.
2) I’m a chunky girl. I’ve been that way for twenty years now. On behalf of all the overweight people of the world, shut up. You have no business criticizing a person who has been through decades of higher learning and practice for being overweight. You’re just scraping the bottom of the insult barrel, and it doesn’t make you look good.
This last section wasn’t very nice, I know, but someone had to say it.
. . .and yes Joe Biden, it is a big fucking deal.