Tonight America may change forever. In a few hours the house will vote on whether to send the senate version of the healthcare bill to the President’s desk. If it passes, a few hours later, they will vote on the ‘fixes’ to the senate bill that will be sent to the Senate for a vote. We sit upon the edge of a great abyss, and we feel the Nietzschian compulsion to throw ourselves in.
Somewhere behind us lays the ravaged body of the American dream, murdered by soothsayers with fallacious promises carrying bludgeons of false liberty. Below us ‘overprotective mother’ welcomes our fall with open arms, wanting to carefully nurture every waking moment of all of her children: ensuring all are equally fed and none is allowed to enjoy what another cannot. Ahead of us lies a lifetime of slaps on the wrist, timeouts, and punishments for wanting something more.
Beside mother sits the proverbial pie. No longer do we have to struggle to get our share, the pie has already been evenly divided so that we might each have a piece, we only have to give up everything we’ve worked for to get it. Just staring beneath our feet, the boredom of our future life already begins to sink into our hearts. No longer will we enjoy the freedom of the chase, the sheer joy of coming out triumphant after battling to survive. No more rainy days: only the sunny. No more snow: only summer.
Should we jump, no one will ever again live the American dream of rags to riches. There will be no more bedtime stories of pioneer heroes, adventure, and hardships overcome. Everyone will be sustained, but no more. The pie has only so many slices, and everyone must get one. read more »