Time to invoke the 25th Amendment.
It’s all been said already. The GOP bill, TrumpDoesn’tCare, sucks. And frankly, I am unable to find the funny in the fact that the current leaders just sold us down the River Styx, on our way to hell.
I feel it personally, deeply. I honestly fear for the future of myself and everybody like me with a preexisting condition. Everybody with a chronic condition that requires expensive medicine. Mine costs $26K every six weeks. Over the 5 years of the “pool” the GOP added to the AHCA, I’ll use $1 million just by myself. Because of poop problems.
Folks keep telling me that I’m over-reacting, that this bill will never pass the Senate. And that’s true. But I have no faith that the Senate version will be much better, only different. After all, it is run by the folks who literally stole a supreme court seat. Does anybody really believe that these guys will do the right thing?
So clearly there is only one response that I have to Donald Trump and the House GOP.
If you hear about somebody doing this at the White House or on Capitol Hill, just pretend you don’t know me.
Earlier today, after spending hours trying to digest/swallow Putin’s President’s nominee for the Supreme Court, I tried not to vomit. That continued as I tried not to go ballistic over the fact that the Senate Finance Committee cheated by changing the rules for reporting nominations out of committee and sent PRICE — nominee who wants to gut Obamacare, Medicare, Medicaid and Social Security — out for an up or down vote on the senate floor. You see, in the real world — pre-Trump — the Senate had rules. They followed those rules. And things worked out OK.
Now? Not so much. Things don’t seem to be going quite so well.
So naturally, I thought of poop. And my friend Nikki/Jordan provided the backup for my concerns. Sloths.
So I’m figuring that the Trump Administration is a collection of sloths, all holding in their shit for a week at a time. And that explains how miserable they are. Constipation doesn’t make for happy government nominees.
This explains everything.
OK, so I’m quoting Rick Perry here. I don’t often do that.
But I need to set the record straight. I made a mistake. I screwed up. I led you astray.
Of course you read my last post. That’s a given.
You did read it, didn’t you?
Well, in that post that you read but forgot, I suggested that during Putin’s President’s inauguration, that you deny Trump TV ratings by tuning your TV to another channel.
Ummmmm. Well, perhaps I might have done some more checking. Because I learned that I am wrong. It’s not true. It’s an urban legend. It doesn’t pass the snopes test:
So apparently we don’t have to worry about where our TVs are tuned during Putin’s President’s moment in the sun. Errr rain... That means, of course, that tomorrow we can all Tune Out.
Thanks to Jana of Stop Me If I Told You This who let me know that I had a Rick Perry moment. As much as I dislike being wrong, I really appreciate being set straight!
If he did it in a vacuum, it wouldn’t matter. If nobody listened to him, it wouldn’t matter. If nobody took it upon themselves to act on his comments, it wouldn’t matter.
But people do. When Donald Trump Tweets, others act.
And it’s never pleasant.
We’ve all heard the stories. Most recently it was this one:
Chuck Jones, who is President of United Steelworkers 1999, has done a terrible job representing workers. No wonder companies flee country!
What happens after Trump Tweets?
Threats. In phone calls, on social media, in the mail.
Trump himself doesn’t threaten. Like the folks who clean his toilets, he has people for that.
“Cyber Brownshirts” will do the dirty work.
I know he’s a Hitler Youth, not a Brownshirt.