Affordable Care Act vs. Obamacare, which will be the winner!

Lots and lots of people are for the Affordable Care Act, especially when it’s broken down logically.

But Obamacare, that there’s a socialist path to death panels that is getting stuffed down the throat of Americans.

Obamacare is proof that people are a good mix of mindless sheep and have the mental capacity of a three-year-old who can’t share their toys.

One of my proudest to be an american moments was when I read this response on a friend’s facebook today:

Hey at least someone is standing up for the american people so we don’t get unwanted healthcare shoved down our throats.

“Unwanted healthcare.”

As in, when I want healthcare — as a poor, disease ridden homeless man — I’ll fucking get it. Until then, get that shit out of my butt throat!

As in, when I want healthcare, as a life-long diabetic with a cancerous tumor in my left breast, I’ll freaking buy it.

Preventative health care is bullshit. Helping people find healthcare that might help them live a healthier life now will save us all money in the long run. That’s just simple logic.

And it’s NOT fucking free. So let’s all get behind the Affordable Care Act, dump Obamacare, and get on with our lives.


Writing a letter to my 14 year old self



I’ve been seeing a therapist for the past month. It’s something I’ve been meaning to get back into, and financially, it seemed too burdensome.

Self-employment comes with its benefits, but damn,  the insurance sucks. We have a incredibly high deductible making it almost impossible for people like us to buy/purchase services that people with better insurance might have an easier time with.

Back when we went through fertility treatments, our friends used their insurance to cover the entire cost of their treatments. While we paid cash, out of pocket.

Some things have been happening lately to test me to the core. And my responses to these situations haven’t been savory.

Although, in my defense, I haven’t been entirely at fault by feeling angry. And I resent that other parties involved have recommended to me that see someone. Nothing like having to carry the burden of guilt when there are multiple parties involved.

But who am I kidding? I’m the faulted party here.

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