Forgive my lack of manners, but IMHO
the current occupant of the Oval Office is an arrogant SOB. He seems
to have not yet learned that all things in politics are negotiable:
here, if he takes one step back, he goes twenty-three steps forward.
He reminds one of a spoiled adolescent: he cannot understand why he
simply cannot have his way. He is driving the car off the cliff,
figuring he can blame the steering wheel for not obeying his verbal
commands.
I say, let us teach this teenager a
lesson. In the words of the script of The China Syndrome:
scram the bastard (I paraphrase). It is time he learn his precious first step towards "single payer healthcare" (read: government will control medicine 100%, including doctors, your insurance and co-pay, and at what age they will no longer be willing give grandma a hip replacement) has to take a significant hit. In other words, do exactly what he
fears and do it in spades (reference to the card game Bridge; Google
it). If Republicans worry about the negative PR, then run a commercial: a young girl in a pretty dress and a ribbon in her hair, saying "Pwease Mr. Pwesident, sign the bill? Pwetty Pwease?"
Yes,
yes, I know: wailing and gnashing of teeth. Global death and
destruction. Volcanoes will rise and flood our amber waves of grain
with molten lava, and skeletons will rise from the grave and steal
the “Michelle Obama” school lunches from our hungry children. Frogs will rain from the sky, and the locusts will darken the sun. There will be a global financial panic, and we will be using
chocolate donuts as currency.
C'mon,
gimme a break.
In
fact, forcing a default by the US Treasury should be a good exercise:
what will happen, exactly? No one seems to know, but everyone is
predicting doom and gloom.
OK,
let us find out.
Are
you game, Barry?
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