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Yes, Again, Sarah Palin was Right About Obama’s Deathcare

Yet another respected pundit, Andy McCarthy, adds his support to Sarah Palin’s criticism of Obamacare: Palin Was Right on the “Death Panels” — A Dissent from Today’s NRO Editorial

An excerpt:

I don’t see any wisdom in taking a shot at Governor Palin at this moment when, finding themselves unable to defend the plan against her indictment, Democrats have backed down and withdrawn their “end-of-life counseling” boards. Palin did a tremendous service here. Opinion elites didn’t like what the editors imply is the “hysteria” of her “death panels” charge. Many of those same elites didn’t like Ronald Reagan’s jarring “evil empire” rhetoric. But “death panels” caught on with the public just like “evil empire” did because, for all their “heat rather than light” tut-tutting, critics could never quite discredit it. (“BusHitler,” by contrast, did not catch on with the public because it was so easily refuted.)

The editors implicitly concede that Palin is on to something. Indeed, from an Obamaesque perch, they find themselves admonishing both “Sarah Palin’s fans and her critics.” With due respect, there’s a right side and a wrong side on this one. Above the fray is not gonna cut it.

Sure, the editors acknowledge, there’s lots of reason to be worried that we’re speeding down the road toward euthanasia and that Obamacare could make things worse. But it’s somehow “to leap across a logical canyon” to suggest that death panels are imminent or that they are what Obama wants.

On the latter, who cares what Obama personally wants? I don’t see why we should play into the personality cult that the Left is hoping will overcome the deep substantive flaws in the president’s policies. I happen to think that something like death panels is exactly what is desired by Obama — who is an abortion extremist, who supported a form of infanticide when he was an Illinois state legislator, and who has wondered aloud about the value of end-of-life care provided for his own grandmother. But Obama’s personal feelings are beside the point. What matters is what’s in the bill.

In suggesting it’s hyperbole to say death panels are — or were — in the bill, the editors engage in a little hysteria of their own, describing the function of such panels as “deciding whose life has sufficient value to be saved.” But few people worried about death panels think the process will be anything so crude. It will be what Mark Steyn described in his column this weekend: the bureaucrats won’t pull the plug on you; they will gradually restrict your access to various forms of treatment while you wither away prematurely. Maybe if Palin had called them “Dying on the Vine Panels” our opinion elites would have been more understanding — though I doubt it, Palin derangement syndrome having proved itself more infectious than Bush derangement syndrome.

The editors further suggest that Palin could be wrong — not that she is wrong, but she could be. After all, they reason, “it may well be that in a society as litigious as ours, government will err on the side of spending more rather than treating less.”

Really? First of all, there is no more to spend. Second, the editors themselves admit at the very beginning of the editorial that “rationing is inevitable in medicine. Not everything that might be in a patient’s best interest can be done in a world of finite resources.” The whole point of health-care “reform” is to enable something other than the combination of individual liberty and market forces — namely, government bureaucrats — to do the inevitable rationing. Third and finally, as I discuss in my column this morning, the Obamacare proposal has a remedy for “a society as litigious as ours”: it systematically cuts off access to the courts so that the decisions of the executive branch are final. The bill is designed to insure against litigation pressure to spend more rather than treat less.

I think Palin was right to argue her point aggressively. Largely because she did, a horrible provision is now out of this still horrible Obamacare proposal. To the contrary, if the argument had been made the way the editors counsel this morning, “end-of-life counseling” would still be in the bill. We might have impressed the Beltway with the high tone of our discourse and the suppleness of our reasoning, but we’d have lost the public. I respectfully dissent.

I don’t respectfully dissent at all. The elitists at NRO can go chuck themselves. They are what is wrong with politics today. Their elitist nonsense is the prime reason I stopped reading their site over a year ago, after having been a daily reader of The Corner for years. Mark Steyn, Mark Levin, Victor Davis Hanson and Andy McCarthy are pretty much the only pundits making that place worthwhile anymore.

August 17, 2009 , 1:31PM Posted by | Barack Obama, Death Panels, Healthcare, Sarah Palin | Comments Off on Yes, Again, Sarah Palin was Right About Obama’s Deathcare

Smile … You’ve Been “Community Organized”

Absolutely excellent article about the absolute derangement of the “progressive”, Obama-worshiping Left: George W. Bush-by-Proxy Syndrome

Here’s an excerpt, but you definitely should read it all:

Now that Mr. Bush is quietly going about his retirement, this strain of rage – the GWB43 virus – has spread like wildfire, finding unsuspecting targets, each granting us greater perspective into what not long ago seemed like a mysterious phenomenon isolated only on our 43rd president.

The first person to catch the virus was Sarah Palin, whose family also was infected, including, unforgivably, her children.

Then it was Joe the Plumber, for asking a question.

Next were the Mormons.

Then it was Rush Limbaugh – who hit back.

Next, tax-day “tea party” attendees were “tea bagged.”

Then there was a beauty contestant.

And a Cambridge cop, too.

And now we have town-hall “mobs.”

Smile … you’ve been “community organized.”

When put on the media stage, these individuals and groups have been isolated for destruction for standing in the way of a resurgent modern progressive movement and for challenging its charismatic once-in-a-lifetime standard-bearer, Barack Obama.

This is their time, we’ve been told. And no one is going to stand in the way.

The origins of manufactured “politics of personal destruction” is Saul Alinsky, the mentor of a young Hillary Rodham, who wrote her 92-page Wellesley College senior thesis on the late Chicago-based “progressive” street agitator titled, “There Is Only the Fight.”

Mr. Obama and his Fighting Illini, Rahm Emanuel and David Axelrod, have perfected Mr. Alinsky’s techniques as laid out in his guidebook to political warfare, “Rules for Radicals.” In plain language, we see how normal, decent and even private citizens become nationally vilified symbols overnight – all in the pursuit of progressive political victory.

As I said, READ.IT.ALL.

August 17, 2009 , 1:00PM Posted by | Barack Obama, Bush Derangement Syndrome, Communism, Fascism, Liberalism, Marxism, Saul Alinsky, Socialism | Comments Off on Smile … You’ve Been “Community Organized”

Ding, Dong the Wicked Snitch (e-Mail) is Dead!

Via Ace at Ace of Spades HQ: White House Admits Mistakes Were Made (By Someone Else, Natch) on Spam Email List

As I guessed, they’re blaming this on their overly-enthusiastic cultists, claiming they did nothing wrong, except trust too much.

Advocacy groups and partisans, they claim, were signing up emails not their own.

We only have their word for that. There is a chance they had an email vaccuum fishing addresses out of their fishy-reporting snitch headquarters — grabbing the emails of everyone there, including emails forwarded as “fishy” — but of course they’re not going to admit that or allow us to inspect their story.

Now, this makes me very suspicious: the flag@whitehouse.gov address is now non-funcitonal. …

It seems odd to me that if phony sign-ups were indeed the problem, they have so far added nothing to prevent this, and furthermore, whatever new protections they plan on adding could have been added to flag@whitehouse.gov.

But they were not.

Which makes me suspicious that the problem here was flag@whitehouse.gov, all along, and that they are not busy disabling and deleting its functions. Why is the snitchline being changed at this moment if it has nothing to do with the spam?

Ace also did a test to see if the technology geniuses in the Obama Administration bothered to fix the supposed error:

I signed up as “Xtian Xtremist,” with a false city and so forth, and the message “Please harrass me with your propaganda. I love it.”

No confirmatory email, asking me if I really want to be harrassed. (In fairness, I already claimed that’s what I wanted.)

They’ve really tightened up the system. It takes three seconds to get a confirmatory email from everyone else, but apparently they’re willing to take my interest on faith.

Kind of like they were willing to take it on faith that all those millions of donations coming in from overseas were really from American citizens, who just happened to live in France, Pakistan, and Saudi Arabia.

Heh.

August 17, 2009 , 12:01PM Posted by | Barack Obama, Fascism, Healthcare, Liberalism, Socialism | Comments Off on Ding, Dong the Wicked Snitch (e-Mail) is Dead!

Out of Gas

I’m listening to 97.1FM The Ticket here in Detroit-area, MI this morning and Doug Karsch & Scott ‘The Gator” Anderson are talking about ‘running out of gas’ stories after Jimmie Johnson ran out of gas this weekend in NASCAR. Well, here’s my ‘run out of gas’ story…

1998, I am working an engineering internship in Kansas City, MO. I had gone home to Chicago to visit family for Independence Day and decided to stay with family as long as possible and did not leave to go back to Kansas City (8 hour drive) until 8pm Sunday night. I figured I would drive through the night, less traffic, etc.

Well, I’m about half-way through the State of Iowa along I-80 and I am just DEAD tired. In order to stay awake, I put the radio on full volume, I rolled down all the windows for more annoyance. I tried everything. Didn’t work. So I’m nodding off going 75mph on I-80 West in the middle of bumfart Iowa.

Miraculously, after one of my jerk awake moments, I happen to look down at my gas gauge and the little light has come on saying I need gas. Well, this thing must have gone on about 20 miles ago and I didn’t notice, because the needle is riding close to empty. Well, that realization that I am about to run out of gas in the middle of bumfart Iowa on I-80 West with no cars or civilization in sight woke me up pretty darn quickly and got me to start paying attention for some gas stations.

Luckily I came across a gas station about 2 miles down the highway. I thank god for the luck and pull in. DIESEL ONLY. FRACK!

So, move on down the highway, praying for another gas station before I run out of gas.

About 4 miles down, there is a sign for a gas station 3 miles ahead. YES! I’m saved! But DRAT, I look down and the needle looks like it is past E now, so I am running on fumes. I plead with my Jeep Cherokee to just putter on for 3 more miles.

Alas, my pleading did not work. About a mile on, my Jeep starts shaking like it’s having a seizure. I pull over to the shoulder, put it in park and yell out a few expletives. I then face my fate and realize that I need to walk along the highway here, in the middle of bumfart Iowa the last 2 miles to the gas station.

Oh, did I mention that it is now 1:30am, pitch black dark, no lights along this stretch of I-80 in bumfart Iowa? Yeah, fun times.

So I’m fast walking along the road, cursing my stupidity of allowing this to happen, once in a while trying to flag down a trucker who goes flying by, which feels like a freaking earthquake when you’re standing on the side of the road. When, all of a sudden, a thought strikes me that I have seen a lot of dead animals along the side of I-80 West here in the middle of bumfart Iowa and, at one point in time, these animals were probably ALIVE.

Well, I have no intention of wanting to come in contact with some live nasty animals here with only my car keys, wallet and White Sox hat as my defense, so I start jogging. When I remember some of the bigger dead animals I have seen, my jog turns in to a run. Luckily, I was in the best shape of my life at this point in time, so I was able to comfortably run (as comfortably as one can run down a highway road in the middle of bumfart Iowa at 1:30 in the morning in pitch black darkness with only the sounds of strange animals and insects as inspirational background sounds) the remaining 2 miles to the gas station.

But, the story does not end there. Upon arrival, I have to ask the attendant for a gas can (as I didn’t have one with me at the time, the last time in my life I ever have driven anywhere without a gas can in my car) and then ask if there is any way he could have someone drive me back to my car. He provides me with a gas can, but says that he is the only one working so I’d have to ask a customer for help if I wanted a ride back.

Well, luckily, despite it being 1:30 in the morning in the middle of bumfart Iowa, there are actually a few different people at the gas station getting gas. I work up the nerve to ask some scruffy-looking hick guy if he could help me out. After hearing my situation, he says ‘sure, let’s go!’ For as scruffy-looking and somewhat scary this guy is, he was really nice. We chatted the whole ride back to my Jeep, but the only thing I remember is him sharing with me the reason why he was out getting gas at 1:30 in the morning: his wife was giving him shit for something and he wanted to get the hell away from her. heh So him doing this good deed for me was just another great excuse to stay out the house away from his wife. Hey, thank god for bitchy wives huh? heh

Anyway, we finally spot my Jeep sitting lonely on the side of the road along I-80 going West in the middle of bumfart Iowa. He uses the emergency turnaround to get to the other side of the highway (it’s 1:30 in the morning with no one in sight, who’s gonna know?) and brings me up to my car. Unfortunately, I only have $2 left on me after getting the gas (plus I’m a poor college student who was not carrying around much money with me at the time), but I offer it to him anyway, apologizing that I can’t offer more. He refuses to take anything and says it’s not a problem and actually thanks ME for giving him a reason to stay out later. heh I thank him, put the contents of the gas can in my tank and then drive to the gas station to fill up and return the gas can.

Quite an embarrassing experience. But, I definitely did not get anywhere near falling asleep the rest of the way back to Kansas City. And, I always carry a gas can with me now. Lesson learned.

August 17, 2009 , 11:06AM Posted by | Life | Comments Off on Out of Gas