RINO Kay Bailey Hutchison helped Harry Reid expedite health care bill to its passage

A modest proposal. Instead of killing the unborn, let’s kill the uninsured.

“For preventing the children of poor people or the poor people themselves in the United States from being a burden on the taxpayers of said country, and the hospitals that presently cannot cast them aside or asunder when medical care is their necessary and needed service, I do hereby forthwith and in good and considered conscience and with the sole and solitary intention of unburdening a tax laden populace, respectfully ask, request and inquire why we can’t Swiftly end the suffering of the medically uninsured before their futures bringeth to them any more pain, hue and cry. In other manner of speech, let us bid them adieu from the world of life and limb demands.” Or not.

Good, kind and compassionate Democrats, I ask thee, thumbs up or down? 
Well, cats be nimble, I’ll bet every Congressman, and this includes Nancy Pelosi, wants the uninsured to live and let live. Isn’t that special. Let’s let the uninsured breathe on and seek for themselves the American dream and perhaps find it. Let us raise our glasses to their health. For they are our brothers and sisters and we wish them nothing but well. They truly are. We really do. Okay, Rachel’s cool with that. I’m very comfortable driving down that road. In fact, Rachel, obviously, was pulling your leg, tugging your chain, taking the road less traveled, pulling a Swifty; not considering seriously the actual implementation of an end of life decision that neither Rachel nor a governmental panel, under man’s law possesses. But here we come to a fork in the road. And don’t forget what Yogi said.

So what about the other side of the coin, the north end of the south bound question, the dependent clause of the proffered, preposition-inhabiting proposition? Pelosi, Reid, Barack, I’m speaking most directing to these three. If they were reading, I’d say “Don’t look away. Look me straight in the eye and say so I can hear clearly that disposing of unborn inconvenience, ripping brains from bodies like wrapping from presents; “well, yes, I’m comfortable with that.” Yet, how can that leave you at peace?


Is not an unborn life as valuable as an uninsured one?

The unborn life could grow up to find the cure for greed and corruption; or, for that matter, some other awful disease. Likewise, the uninsured could conceivably do the same. However, one of these groups the Congress as a body values; the other is taken out with the trash. 
Pelosi, Reid, Obama and every other one of you who just couldn’t resist keeping your precious abortion language in your insane, uncouth, unacceptable and unconstitutional, bleeping StealthCare Bill, I’m here to say in no uncertain terms, you make every serious life taker preceding you in death look like the choir boys at St. Anne’s church in Fairlawn, New Jersey. If I weren’t so lady like in manner and way, I’d call you three lost leaders from the local five and dime pompous, pig headed, excuses for civilized life. I’d deplore your zest and zeal for baby butchery in spades. I might even grab the heavy artillery and call Pelosi, Reid and Zero, Tom Hanks in disingenuous disguise. I can’t say how others feel, but you’ve killed my last nerve in the abortive attempt to dress up your actions to unbeat the hearts of the unborn in the attire of “caring for women’s rights.” No such right exists speaketh the United States Constitution. The right to life and liberty trumps the right to jive with the Slaughterhouse Three whose overriding concern is caring for themselves.


When that Stimulus money is taken, and vote friendly pals are paid off with jobs and whatnot born of unspent Stimulus funds, people smarter than I will follow the money; track you down and bring you down. As George said, “Nothing but scurvy spiders weave their webs of deceit until the People stand up and say enough’s enough”. You do what you will. You go on and tell yourselves the ends justify the means. But they never have and never will. You have a right to your opinion, but not to the truth. If this Bill is the abortion I think it is, the people behind it and the ones who sell their souls and votes to the Devil, are infinitely and interminably worse. What’s ahead for them?


The irony of all ironies. Pelosi, Zero, Reid, et al could have lived out their natural lives in the lap of luxury, and been eternally at peace. But when they started picking off the unborn like the soldiers of Japanese descent hiding in the Guadalcanal palm trees picked off the Marines, well that’s a game changer. The Almighty deal breaker. For as wonderful as all their days turn out, there is one that might not work out quite as well for the Pelosi crew. Everybody, even hapless Harry with his multi million unborn kill rate, can figure out where this is headed. It’s where the James Earl Jones voice is heard. It’s not a Friday. Or Monday. Or even a Sunday. Trust me. You don’t want to go there.


(Respectfully I cite Jonathan Swift, 1729, A Modest Proposal for the idea of the entire piece), (It’s a Wonderful Life, writers, Philip Van Doren Stern and Frank Capra, for the great quotes) and my mother and father who always encouraged me to travel my road, even if at the end of it is a brick wall. (And Arthur Herzog who reminds me that truth doesn’t need an exclamation point.)