What's Wrong With This Picture

As the Congress and President Obama dilligently go about their business forcing through a government takeover of the American health care system (roughly 1/6 of our economy), most of the major news outlets (TV networks, cable news, newspapers) would rather talk about the latest Tiger Woods floozy. Where are our priorities? What has happened to this nation? Wake up people, unless of course you want your taxes to skyrocket and to have some government bureacrat telling your doctor whether or not to treat you based on some assinine arbitrary cost/benefit analysis scale set up by the government. Then by all means, stay blissfully ignorant. Just don't come crying to those of us who tried to warn you when Obamacare says that your parent is too old for treatment... painkillers are their only option. It's coming... if Obamacare, or Pelosicare, or Reidcare, or whichever mutated, bastardized amalgam of the three is allowed to pass congress and become law, then the days of rationed care will be upon us. I've said it before and I'll say it again; you can believe that health care reform is necessary and still not support these bloated, embarassing, usurping bills pending in the house and senate. It does not follow logically that because a system may need reform, any reform is good reform. These bills STINK!! And nothing can be done to improve them. They need to be voted down with a resounding No. Call or write you congressperson and tell them that anyone who votes for this UNCONSTITUTIONAL travesty will be voted out of office at the first opportunity. Let your voice be heard!! Take our government (of the people, by the people, for the people) back!!

The Weekly Erinism- December 15, 2009

Driving home from Laur's parent's house today, Erin and I had the following conversation:

"Does Miss Dolores ever get mad?"
"Oh yes Dadoo."
"Does she ever have to yell?"
"Sometimes she does, but not at me."
"Oh no? That's because you listen to her directions, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, why does she yell at the other children?"
"Ummmm, I don't remember."
"No? Is it because they don't listen?"
"Sometimes. Mostly its when they run. I don't ever run."
"Oh. So they run when they're not supposed to, and get in trouble, but you never run, so you don't get in trouble."
"That's right Dadoo. I don't run because I can't run."
"Right, because your not allowed to. Except on the playground, right? You probably run around on the playground."
"Nope. I'm not allowed to run on the playground."
"What?!?! You're not allowed to run on the playground?"
"Yep. Sometimes I run downstairs, but never on the playground."
"WHAT!?!?! You know you are not supposed to run down the stairs!"
Erin let out a disgusted sigh.
"Dadoo, I said downstairs, not down THE stairs." Erin's school has an indoor play area in the basement in addition to the outdoor playground. "Sometimes, when I'm walking to a car, there are kids coming on bicycles, and I have to run to the car." This indoor play area has a large selection of big wheel-style tricycles (the bicycles in Erin's story) and ride on toys (the cars she was referring to).
"Did you have to run to a car today?"
"That's a good question."
"OK, so what's the answer?"
"Next question."
"You haven't answered this question. Did you have to run to a car today?"
"That's a good question Dadoo. A good question. Next question, please."
"But Erin..."
"Next Question PLEASE."