A few years ago a worthless bitch moved to Nashville from Los Angeles.  It’s been wandering around the streets attacking other dogs it considers too blue.  It snarls at passers-by.  It gnaws on anything resembling civility.  Now it wants to pretend like it has a heart.

That Sarah Palin, though.  She really yanks it’s chain.  She didn’t abort her baby.  She doesn’t want some star chamber deciding who gets their ration of healthcare and had the temerity to say so.

And now, Sarah Palin’s mother must die:

You are young. Your parents are still alive. You don’t know enough to take any of this seriously. It’s all an exercise in political theater for you. But that will change. We all get older. The time will arrive, someday, when you are tasked with caring for someone you love who is seriously ill. You will be ushered in to that sterile hospital conference room with an administrator you do not know, where you are told to “make plans” for a day you never hoped to see. And then you will get your education.

This little turd Mrs. Zito excreted out on the lawn of the blogosphere is getting all sorts of cheers from her fellow disease-ridden Leftists like baby’s first poop.  It’s a shame that I’m not on the government panel to put them out of their misery.

You have no idea what it’s like to be called into a sterile conference room with a hospital administrator you’ve never met before and be told that your mother’s insurance policy will only pay for 30 days in ICU. You can’t imagine what it’s like to be advised that you need to “make some decisions,” like whether your mother should be released “HTD” which is hospital parlance for “home to die,” or if you want to pay out of pocket to keep her in the ICU another week. And when you ask how much that would cost you are given a number so impossibly large that you realize there really are no decisions to make.

Boo.  Frickin’.  Hoo.   A histrionic rant and cryin’ ’bout mama just gets ‘em all tore up inside.  If only she’d  had the government to give her some RU-486 you wouldn’t even have to be suffering like this.  Little mistakes will happen.  Could you have sold your house in Green Hills if it meant that much to you?  Yea.  I didn’t think so.

We love you and all, Mom but not enough to make a personal sacrifice.  That’s Uncle Sam’s job.  Or my neighbor’s!

You think you’re the first person who’s ever had to sit in a room when a life-ending decision was being made?  That you could spend $50,000 and the person would live as a vegetable for as long as you can pay the electric bill?  Grow the fuck up.

All pie-eyed, “Now that the gubmint is in the healthcare bidness, we’ve conquered death!”

Everybody dies.   You can try to fight it.  You can try to prolong it.  But it’s coming and there’s a price tag on that bloody shirt you’re waving.  The government can’t pay to save the life of every terminally ill patient at least not without bankrupting the Treasury. Though like-minded Leftists bow and scrape before it, the United States government is not god.

This argument is about who gets to decide – the individual, their family, or  a doctor answering to a government bureaucrat.  Especially when the bureaucrats have a history of making statements about eugenics and cutting corners.

Some people would rather eschew that responsibility.  They’re very pro-choice except when they really have to make a choice.  Then they’d rather punt the old mom and pop they shuffled off to a nursing home to be dispatched by the fine people who can’t run the cash-for-clunkers program.

We’ve seen it in Tennessee.  TennCare has been and continues to be rife with fraud.  From the people receiving it to the people billing it.  Every MCO that touched it was bankrupted.  and even the people who receive it for free sue the program into the red because they claim it doesn’t cover enough. By itself, it is now as large as the entire state budget was just a few years ago and has attracted deadbeats from every one of the states that touch us.

By all means, vent your spleen at Sarah Palin though.  When it ruptures one day, we’ll write it off as a lifestyle choice and decline the surgery to save a few bucks.

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