Metaphorically speaking, of course. The real war may come later, or not. Time will tell.
I am frankly astonished that the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, John Roberts, bought the bull***t [6] about the ObamaCare individual mandate being a tax, and not a tax, or both being a tax and not being a tax, or some such confusing nonsense. It reminds me of the joke about how many Zen Buddhists it takes to change a light bulb. The answer is four: One to change it, one to not change it, one to both change it and not change it, and one to transcend the experience.
That’s sort of funny. But this ruling is no laughing matter, because there is no way to transcend the experience.
In case anyone was wondering, and I am fairly certain you weren’t, I won’t be purchasing “comprehensive” health insurance. I will continue to purchase my “Hail Mary” policy, now called something else to skirt the BarryCare rules. I will continue to pay for my Pap smears and aspirin and occasional stitches out of pocket. And I won’t pay the damned tax penalty for managing my health care in the way I see fit.
Yeah, you heard me, Barry. F*** you and your tax that isn’t a tax but also is a tax. (Explain to me again why the Anti-Injunction Act doesn’t apply if the tax that isn’t a tax is in fact a tax. That seems odd.) You’re as confused about that as you are about your “date rape” mentality that assures you that doing things to people that they do not want done is totally okay.
If this piece of dreck is still in effect in 2014, when the penalty for wanting to make my own health care choices and not pay for everyone else’s kicks in, I will have removed the bulk of my assets from the United States. Good luck finding and fining what’s left, dickbrain. I won’t be alone in that. I know a lot of people with considerably more wealth than me who are evaluating their options.
BarryCare doesn’t have to still be in effect in 2014. This is where the people come in. You know, that whole “government of the people, by the people, for the people” deal. The people didn’t want BarryCare. Barry and Harry and Nan said we didn’t know what was best for us, but they sure did. They stuck us with something that’s excruciatingly expensive and entirely non-functional. When you think about it, that’s sort of like Obama himself.
If this isn’t the move that pisses jet fuel on the campfire of a change in Washington D.C., then change will never come. If you don’t feel personally violated by this crap, you are either dead or in a coma. Dead is probably better, since your comatose self would have to listen to government minions converse about how soon they can pull the plug on you.
Get off your ass, people. Exhibit some mighty conservatism in November. Vote against every knucklehead that supported this 2,000 page horror novel, top to bottom. I don’t care if the opponent is Donald Duck, or PeeWee Herman. ANYTHING has got to be better than the idiots who made BarryCare the law of the land.
Be angry, and stay angry until your freedoms are no longer under assault.
War’s on, bitches, and we’re coming for you at the ballot box.
