I have long maintained that Rand Paul is a useless sack of crap topped by a bad toupée, a category of individual which seems to be all too prevalent in our government these days. My contempt for Paul has only increased with his weaselly response to the Michael Flynn meltdown. Apparently, the distinct possibility that the White House is compromised by the Russian government is no big deal, because it would reflect poorly on Republicans:
"I just don't think it's useful to be doing investigation after investigation, particularly of your own party. We'll never even get started with doing the things we need to do, like repealing Obamacare, if we're spending our whole time having Republicans investigate Republicans. I think it makes no sense."
Contrast this with the endless series of investigations into the Benghazi consulate attack, the blame for which can be partially laid at the feet of Republicans, who are still reluctant to fund embassy security.
The GOP is now clearly putting party interests over the interests of the nation. In light of the constant litany of incompetence and corruption emanating from the White House these days, this is unforgivable. I sure hope the Democrats remember this sort of bullshit when it comes time to vote on pretty much everything the Republicans propose.
As an added source of annoyance, the drive to repeal Obamacare is something that will benefit none of the voting public, even the stupid teabaggers. I am posting uncharacteristically early today because I just got out of our annual meeting regarding employer-provided health insurance. We get decent coverage, but non-emergency care is limited to a certain geographic range, and we are supposed to consult doctors within the 'preferred provider' system. I know Obamacare was a flawed bill, but goddamn it, a national health plan would make life easier for everyone outside of the insurance industry. To hell with Rand Paul and his whole corrupt cadre of hacks.
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
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There's this great one-hit wonder song from Ides of March that sums up Trump's appeal to glibertarians/GOPstapo types like Rand--
I'm a friendly stranger in a black sedan
Won't you hop inside my car.
I got pictures, got candy
I'm a loveable man
And I can take you to the nearest star.
I'm your vehicle baby
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go.
I'm your vehicle woman
But I'm not sure you know
That I love ya
I need ya
I want ya,
Got to have you child,
Great God in heaven you know I love you.
Trump needs toadies and can promise literally anything. He can tell Paul Ryan he has never been so hard as when he's thinking of starving grannies. He can tell Rand Paul he would easily kick poors out of hospital beds for eating crackers or even being crackers. (I'm pretty sure some of Paul's Kentucky kindred believe that the ACA is for whitefolks and Obamacare is for otherfolks--Rand Paul knows better and is just the right Hypocritic Oaf to vow to do no harm, and not any good either without seeing the color of yo money, honey.) Rand Paul can pretend he cares about freedom all he wants, but I bet he read Daddy's newsletters and deep down wants a vehicle to make grasping wanting humanity taste a boot for thinking government, that harrowing body that protects the patrimony of haves against the horde of have nots, ever had anything to do with settling society's contents for the benefit of its discontents.
If only more folks in KY recognized Rand Paul is "a man of the people, just not yours", they'd be on to something.
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