Uhhhh, isn’t that what we contract for?

We bet that we will have the diseases that are listed in the fine print and the insurance company bets that we won’t. If we do get the diseases the insurance company buys the medicine we need.

“Dinner with Obama”

Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a free country. There’s nothing that the government can do to me if I’ve broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner. The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.

“Sorry about that,” said the President. “Andrew is very hungry.”

“I don’t appreciate…” I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty.. It was just a dinner roll. “Of course,” I concluded, and reached for my glass. Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.

“And his brother Eric is very thirsty..” said the President.

I didn’t say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I will play along. I don’t want to seem unkind. My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.

“Eric’s children are also quite hungry.”

With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood,brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.

“And their grandmother can’t stand for long.”

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President.

“Their grandfather doesn’t like the cold.”

I wanted to shout – that was my coat! But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn’t moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

“Andrew’s whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven’t planned for retirement, and they need a house They recently defaulted on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do.”

My hands were shaking. I felt faint I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine.

I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.

“By the way,” He added, “I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories. I’m firing you as head of your business. I’ll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There’s a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can’t come to you for jobs groveling like beggars.”

I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his creme brulee. He drained the last drops of his wine.

As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us. What had I done wrong?

As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.

“You should have stopped me at the dinner roll,” he said.

As soon as the government ESTABLISHES such a tradition they can begin continuing it.

All I can say to those who propose such a diabolical plan and to those who would blindly embrace this health-care-reform hoax is, ‘You first’.

Looks like Dr Kavorkian got out of jail just in time to make a Billion or so himself!

As to the lies…
“Obama has pledged that “health insurance reform will not add to our deficit over the next decade and I mean it,
I guess this means we don’t have to worry about a thing…He said “and I mean it”…so that is settled…uh…right!

“I think we are going to get some skeleton plan that will be the seeds of the destruction of the private health care industry and will usher in taxpayer funded abortion. “

You have it pegged neocon mom. Incrementalism is how anything can be eventually jammed down anyone’s throats and most don’t even know what is happening. One step at a time.

This is exactly how the commies sell their policies and plans. Exactly how they “re-educated” our children for the past 40 years…plant the seed…and nurture and cultivate…Eventually the harvest will follow.

My friends we are living in their harvest time. And more is yet to come.

If they get this thing through there WILL be abortion on demand (even late term for convenience) and there WILL be rationing without appeal…;and there WILL be euthanasia of the old, and handicapped and mentally challenged. A bit of re-education and a bit at a time and it will all go down so easily!

Makes me sick at what is happening. We must stop this. Really hit your reps while they are home! Call, write…go visit in person.

When what Obamy says is cited as “the facts are”, you know you are truly in Orwell-land. I guess they are right when they cite something The Liar in Chief states as a “fact”. The “fact” is that he is once againg stating another outrageous lie.

I could write a 200-page book about this shameless piece of down-your-throat propaganda, but I’ll restrict myself to one additional comment. It turns out that suicide counseling will be voluntary. Isn’t that great news. Gee, I wonder if 85-years old will be studing the fine-print to discover that when the government suicide enabler comes calling.

The lapdog media will never turn their backs on Obama. He could start sentencing them, one by one, to death by guillotine and they would still fawn, maybe even more than before. They are spineless, mindless, gutless; there are no faculties to “wake up”.