On what would normally be a day where I’d be out frolicking in the sunshine, sipping an Arnold Palmer (a combination of lemonade and iced tea) and trying to get the lovely and talented Ollie Clay (otherwise known as Mom) out on her deck to enjoy the sunshine, I instead found myself inside typing on my computer and watching television.
Why? Because today was Goodbye Rush Limbaugh Day and I didn’t want to miss a minute of it.
Now what made today a day where those of us who are tired of being forced to listen to drug addicted blowhards who have to order their women through a catalog dance a jig?
Well, I’ll tell you.
Today was the day that moved America one tiny step closer to no longer being the only industrialized nation that doesn’t provide health care to all of it’s citizens. The House of Representatives voted 219-212 to pass health care reform.
While the bill wasn’t my favorite because it creates far too much new business for insurance companies, didn’t include a public option (or better yet, single payer insurance) and is about as anti-choice as possible due to Michigan Congressman Bart Stupak, his fellow anti-choice Democrats, and the executive order they extracted from President Obama that disallows women who want to use their federal assistance to buy insurance that may include abortion coverage, I still had to support it because it was a start toward making health care more of a right and less of a privilege for Americans like myself who are (a)freelance writers and (b)diabetics.
I spent most of the day on my Facebook page listening to both sides of this debate. I even invented a drinking game based on the number of times that we heard certain phrases while watching the debate on C-Span. So if you heard “death panels”, “socialism”, “1700 new IRS agents”, “federally funded abortions” or any of the other oft repeated terms that the Republicans used during the debate, you were to take a drink. Since they got repeated a lot, my suggestion was that you played this particular game with non-alcoholic beverages.
What struck me about the day-long (and I’m not kidding, it took all day) debate was the tone that it took. It was closer to the UK’s Commons Question Time than it was to a normal day at the House of Representatives. You had people shouting, interrupting, and even calling folks names. I should have made a bet on whether or not someone would shout out something rude during the debate, because someone ended up shouting “baby killer” at Congressman Stupak.
(Considering what he forced Obama into to get his vote on the bill, I’d say that the screamer was far from accurate.)
By the time that the vote actually happened, I had conservative Facebook “friends” telling me that the United States was headed for ruin while my liberal “friends” were damn near turning cartwheels.
Now what does this have to do with helping Rush Limbaugh pack his stuff so that he can take his sorry ass to Central America?
You see, Rush Limbaugh knew that the Democrats had the votes to pass health care reform. This knowledge so incensed Mr. Limbaugh that he threatened on his radio show to move to Costa Rica should health care reform pass. Don’t believe me? Here he is saying it:
Well, dude. They passed it. By this time next week, it should be all nice and signed into law.
So now it’s your move.
Do we help you search for a property or have you or one of your mail order brides got that covered?
And do you know that Costa Rica, the nation that you want to run to so that you can get away from all of that nasty health care reform, has had national health care since, well, forever?
That’s the part that’s been cracking me up the most about the whole health care debate. Everyone that’s against it has one thing in common: they all have health care. Folks yelling “Keep your hands off my Medicaid” have Medicaid to work with. Folks with insurance plans from their jobs have health insurance to work with. Folks who are on their parent’s insurance have that safety net to fall into.
In other words, the hypocrisy has flowed like a mighty stream on this one.
So since the only thing that seems to bind health care opponents together is the need to make sure that they have what they need while the rest of us don’t, I’m glad that these folks are being made to grieve the loss of their built-in inequity.
But back to Limbaugh. He said he was gonna leave if health care reform was passed and I’d like for him to be a man of his word on this one.
So here’s what I propose…
Since he seems to love the sound of his own voice, my suggestion is that everyone take the time to give him a call and ask one question: When ya leavin’?
I’m serious. Rush Limbaugh needs to know that we all heard him say he was leaving and that we care enough to give him the best of all possible going away parties.
So here’s Rush’s number: 800-282-2882. Call him between noon and 3 and ask him “When ya leavin’?” Tell him we’ll even hold a bake sale for him if it helps.
Bye Rush! Won’t miss your sorry ass!