Yesterday, Pat Robertson went on the air and was cock sure God would give republicans the votes necessary to overturn the Affordable Care Act.
Said Robertson, “They’re going to give it to the president. Mark my word: it will pass. They will get those extra votes. It will go through. They’re going to work together to give us tremendous health care.”
Whelp, Robertson was wrong. Does that mean God and he don’t have the relationship he thought he did? Does that decrease Robertson’s ability to listen through his tender ears and whether or not he listens to God (or Satan) … or his own hopes like the rest of us, believers included?
It won’t matter to Robertson. It won’t indicate anything new to him. He’ll continue going on air with hyperbolic remarks, many will include his so-called connection to the so-called creator of the universe. And for that reason alone, it gives him the right to say appalling things, because something invisible speaks to him and his supremacy to all sentient beings trumps all other logic about human sexuality, human welfare and human happiness.
Speaking of Trump.
Yesterday Trump and his zoo of bananas not only failed to overturn ACA, he had the gaul to blame it on the democrats. The democrats, the party that holds no majority anywhere in United States Politics.
“We were very close, it was a very tight margin. We had no Democrat support, no votes from the Democrats,” says Trump with more confidence than a coked-up drunk picking up women in a bar in Chicago’s Viagra Triangle neighborhood.
“We were very close…” Like Russia’s very close to the United States.
“We were very close…” said the long-lost family member about the recently deceased rich grandfather.
“We were very close…” said the basketball team that got trounced by 100 points.
I can’t get my head around arrogant confidence.
He also said, “I guess I’m here what, 64 days? I never said repeal and replace Obamacare — you’ve all heard my speeches — I never said repeal it and replace it within 64 days.”
That stands in stark contrast to EXACTLY what he said on the campaign trail: “When I’m elected on November 8, we will immediately repeal and replace Obamacare.”
He didn’t say “eventually” or not with in 64 days … he said, “immediately.”
Or go here where he said that repealing Obamacare will be SOOOOOOO easy.
What is the fucking problem with admitting defeat? And if you don’t want to admit defeat, just say, “Huh, it looks like we need to revisit this legislation to cover our bases and really provide to the American people what they deserve, what we promised …” and move on? What’s the problem with that?
What conceit is necessary to bald faced lie about why the legislation failed to pass. “The Democrats” got in the way. I mean, “The democrats, many Republicans, and 83% of the American public … they got in the way.”
Let’s fight for the majority and not the elite select few who already have amazing healthcare, great incomes, amazing access to a network of possibilities.
Trump also wants the ACA to explode/implode/die a fiery death. I hope to hell that the millions of Americans who voted for that monster Trump and are benefiting from the ACA are hearing this, taking note, and will revise their voting strategies in the future.
I can say, as a subscriber to the ACA, that I’ve seen the slow demise of its offering. It’s awful. And from what I can tell, it’s the Republican’s fault for pushing ill-will on the legislation so that it worsens. Because AARP, the American Medical Association and the American Hospital Association are all standing behind ACA.
My hope is that those who stand behind it, which seems to be a lot of influential people with hopefully some deep pockets to, gosh, invest into this marketplace, will help turn up the nosedive and help the ACA succeed. Because too many people stand to lose when their healthcare is ripped out from under them, and we should be putting American’s health first. If not first, in the top five of American ideals.
As for everything else Trump wants to do to destroy America and this planet by defunding the EPA, the NEA, PP, NPR, PBS, et al … let ’em. It’s that he’s acting like he’s got a boner for superfluous war that’s got my panties wadded up.
But then again, this old man speaks to America as if we’re all toddlers, because he himself is a big baby riding in a big chair, pretending to be a leader, shamelessly having blow out temper tantrums every time he can’t get his way.
When I was a child … I spoke like one, too. I was cocky. I was confident. And almost all the time, I was and am now … wrong.
Grow up, Mr. President. It’s damn time.