“I am Jack’s raging bile duct.”
Recently I’ve developed a new appreciation for the movie Fight Club. Thanks to the wonders of basic cable, I’ve seen the edited version sans profanity and subliminal junk shots (<==8) several times. One of these days I would imagine I’ll put forth the effort to read the book. Given my commitments to the web, the fabric covered box in which I plant my Business Analyst spread at the auxiliary office, and assorted fatherly stuff I do for a couple of teenagers, my ability to just sit down with my hyperopic shortcomings to read small print in a book has become limited over the years.
I tell you this as a caveat to everything else you are about to read here. Understand my dear reader that since I haven’t read the book, any reference I make to Fight Club is solely based on my interpretation of Hollywood’s interpretation of the book. That means that if the main roles were completely miss-cast, or if Meat Loaf’s character didn’t have a big ole set of moobs (*/*/) in the book, I’m ignorant of that particular assault on literature so common to film adaptations.
You’ve been warned. You should probably watch the movie if you expect to understand what I discuss here. My disclaimer is now complete.
Speaking of raging bile ducts, let’s talk about Obamacare. Unlike the early days of TharpSter.Org, I haven’t exercised my verbal brilliance on that particular subject matter to any great extent in quite some time.
So here’s where we stand right now. U.S. District Court Judge Roger Vinson ruled the individual mandate within the legislation to be unconstitutional. Since the savants in the 110th Congress were unable to attach severability to the law, the whole damn thing is in the crapper. It’s all or nothing baby.
That’s the good news.
The bad news is that the administration has chosen to ignore the ruling since it’s pending an appeal which will ultimately be heard by the U.S. Supreme Court.
Let’s hope that a) no other judges retire / expire between now and go-time leaving a vacancy for another wise Latina or some other ill qualified candidate, or b) Justice Anthony Kennedy doesn’t mix his Red Bull with Nyquil on the day he casts the swing vote.
Even still, steps are still being taken to implement the law. I should reiterate that the law has been ruled to be unconstitutional.
The state of Alaska is looking to return the federal funds which have been passed out to implement, and the Obama thugs want to bring the courts in on that decision too.
Congress is doing what it can to repeal and/or defund Obamacare. Sadly the Senate and White House hold the same machinations about their precious tyranny and continue to take the necessary steps to stop the efforts of Congress to stop the insanity.
All the while, Obama and his minions have lied through their teeth about Obamacare. Take note that I no longer refer to it as universal healthcare. The concept and practice of universal healthcare as we know it today is already a nasty premise, but it fails in comparison to the colonic extrusion which was passed into law this last year. The back door deals, the Louisiana Purchase, the Cornhusker Kickback, the generally unaccepted accounting practices, and the empty promises provided a brilliant collection of single helix DNA for that law which just made it bad from day one. Call me crazy, but I’m not of the thought that you should put a fire out with gasoline.
“I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise.”
In the fall of 2008, we as a country had grown tired of the way things were being handled. We had a President who had been rendered ineffectual as a result of a bad mid-term election in 2006. That of course was brought on by a combination of a media who hated him and didn’t hesitate to say anything about him, regardless of whether it was true. We had an economy in the middle of a collapse. Said collapse was due to the perpetual do-gooder efforts of the guys in the other party over the last twenty years to make part of the American dream a whole lot easier to obtain. They fought back hard when the President tried to fix the growing problem. They called him racist and uncaring.
In short, the electorate had become an insomniac riddled with all sorts of psychosomatic ailments which cast us on a trail to ruin. The American people had tried everything they could think of to cure itself. It attended a wide variety of support groups and looked for other means to feel better again. Nothing worked.
And then, America snapped.
Traditional means weren’t doing the trick, so the country stepped out of the box and found a cure in the presence of one Barack “Tyler Durden” Obama.
Early on in the relationship with our new friend, he offered us a new way of approaching things. His message of hope and change made us all moony eyed over what could potentially be.
But then, things started taking bigger and bolder jumps out of the paradigm of sanity. Hope and change redubbed themselves as “Project Mayhem”, and Obamacare ensued.
Only in the last six months have we taken real steps to stop Tyler from carrying out his plans. The only problem is that he’s not that easy to stop. Things were far to gone before we realized that Tyler was nothing but an empty suited manifestation of the deepest of our anxieties.
This isn’t something we can just snap out of. Hope and change aren’t going to solve our problems, and Project Mayhem is only going to make it worse.
“What’s that smell?”
I would suggest to you that Tyler asked that same exact question when the results of the 2010 mid-term elections came rolling in and revealed that the Americans who exercise their suffrage rights rejected Project Mayhem on a national and state level.
Even still, the damage born of Project Mayhem continues to be put into place. Even though we understand that it’s wrong, we still have to take some extraordinary steps in order to get it completely out of our lives. We don’t have much time to do it either.
“On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone turns to zero.”
