Failure is an option as long as the insurance companies get the blame



Meet your Robertscare rollout team

 

King Dip$h!t says he fumbled the Robertscare rollout.  Jonah Goldberg laughed at the term “rollout”.  It has to roll to be a rollout.  The Robertscare fiasco is like the Three Stooges trying to roll a grand piano through a peat bog.  Yesterday King Douche said he fumbled Robertscare.  Hmm, then he recovered his own fumble and ran it into the wrong end zone a la Minnesota Viking’s Jim Marshall’s famous blunder which remains a highlight on every NFL “unbelievable plays” highlight reel.  Then King Sierra Foxtrot Bravo spiked the ball for good measure.

 

At his lie conference yesterday, our benevolent king says one more time, if you like your healthcare plan you can keep it, ah for one year then you have buy mine.  But you can’t.  It’s against the law.  Some insurance guy made the point last night that King Incompetent and his court of jesters had three-and-a-half years, 600 million dollars and a virtual army of pizza fed Red Bull driven 20 something to 30 something know-nothings to launch Robertscare.  In less than a month – I’d argue less than 10 minutes – the thing has fallen apart like a Jenga tower constructed by the three geniuses in the Brosurance ad at two in the morning after finishing the keg.

 

Now King Dope tells the insurance companies they can ignore his stupid law.  It’s too late King Dumbazz.  But fixing the problem he created is not what King Vacuum Skull is interested in.  The only thing this arrogant pant load is interested in at this point is shifting blame.  So SFB goes out, Emily Latella style, and tells the insurance companies, “never mind.”  You can sell those policies I told you that you couldn’t.

 

Now when the insurance companies say WTF?  We couldn’t do that before Dec 31^st if we wanted to, and besides it’ll cost us 10s of millions of dollars to participate in the do over King $h!thead is proposing.  Unlike King Effwad, we do not have the authority to print the money required to do what the king is asking.

 

So when the insurance companies cannot comply with the king’s idiotic mandate, King Azzbag will blame the insurance companies for all of his problems.  He’ll go so far as to say, “See, ah, I told you, ah, that these, greedy insurance companies were the ah, problem all along.”

 

Even if the “fix” works consider this.  In 1955 Tennessee Ernie Ford topped the charts with the classic hit Sixteen Tons.  In the chorus is the classic line, “Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go, I owe my soul to the company store.” The “company store” is what mining companies used to keep miners in debt and unable to quit or complain about working conditions.  How is what the government is doing now with regard to healthcare any different from the debt bondage mining companies engaged in during the 20th century?

 

You have to buy King Jug-ears’ health plan.  Then he decides how much it will cost you and if you will be allowed to use it.  Imagine if you were required by law to buy a pallet of Coke every month, but the government mandated that you pour all but a six pack down the drain.  Then the government brags about “giving” everyone as much Coke as they could drink.  That’s Robertscare.

 

So how did we get in this mess?  I believe it has to with segregation.  Yeah segregation, I’ll explain Monday.