How many of you remember the old “Exedrin headache number XX” ads, examples here and here?
Or the “spicy meatball” ad?
They remind me of how I feel every day in this dystopian political age: That’s not a smile on my face, just the grimace of constant borborygmi.
The endless left-turns of the Democratic candidate clown-car (NASCAR should sue!) continued Friday, November 1, when Fauxcahontas Elizabeth Warren, of the now (finally!) winnowing field of stupefyingly vacuous Democratic candidates, released her much-anticipated plan via a post on the Medium platform (that’s another topic for another time), on how she will pay for her $52 (or is it 59?) trillion Medicare for All plan.
I challenge you to read it for yourself, but be forewarned that the post states it will take approximately 37 minutes to read—long by Medium standards—if you make it to the end. It took all my intellectual fortitude to read through this political fiction without wanting to laugh out loud. I think I gave myself a concussion from reflexively slapping my forehead about a hundred times. With that disclaimer, read it here.
Or, instead of wasting 37 minutes of your life you will never get back, you might wait for all forms of media to tell us what it all means. It didn’t take long for the commentary from all the usual players to begin.
Politico warned of dire consequences. But I waited, holding back the belch building within my gut until I read how Vox—as only Vox can (and thinks they must)— ‘splained the plan for us.
Even Nancy “We have to pass the bill so that you can find out what is in it — away from the fog of the controversy” Pelosi, number three in line for the Oval Office, felt the need to say Warren (as well as her out-of-control brood generally) is on the wrong track with this approach.
No one knows what they’re vaping in their editorial offices over at The Intercept, but whatever it is, it apparently makes them hear ‘voices’ as per the topic heading for their article, “A Massive Win for the Medicare for All Movement,” which is just more of their characteristically crude adolescent cheerleading being fobbed off as “courageous, quality reporting,” and “fearless, adversarial journalism” that is “essential to democracy.” I hope “Team Warren,” and by like-mined extension, The Intercept crew, get long-overdue medical and psychological treatment, or better, simply euthanize their few remaining actively synapsing brain cells by switching from sniffing unicorn farts (as speculated here) to direct-huffing model cement.
Her many “plans” are examples of the super-smart chattering political class going around in leftist circles. I hope the cliff appears soon and Dems have their inevitable ultimate Thelma & Louise moment. I don’t know how much more borborygmi I can take.
Until then, from a cultural perspective, let Russ Ballard explain the Vox ’voices’ and what to do about them. Chuck Negron, one of the members of Three Dog Night, looking appropriately like Charles Manson, did a cover.
