There have been some desperate reactions to the Supreme Court’s affirmation of the constitutionality of the Affordable Healthcare Act. This would be one of them. Here’s the take-home from the 5-4 decision, I’m told:
Ann’s Omelet Recipe
1. Gather every egg in your kitchen. Throw them all down the garbage disposal. (This omelet is going to be so good. Trust me.)
2. Go out to your breaker box and turn off the electricity to your entire home. (No, really. It’s going to cook up better than anything you’ve ever had before.)
3. Burn your house down. (This omelet is going to be delicious. You’ll see.)
4. Find a handgun. Load it, cock it, put it in your mouth, pull the trigger and blow your brainstem to kingdom come. (Can’t you almost smell how delicious this omelet is going to be?)
The ‘Ann’ in this recipe for healthcare a la Cobain is Ann Barnhardt. She’s not your typical wingnut. No. This one is extra spicy buffalo.
I will not be celebrating Independence Day tomorrow, because to do so would be utterly hypocritical and a lie. The First Republic is dead, and to pretend that it isn’t only feeds and enables the usurpers and tyrants who are desecrating its corpse in order to give themselves the appearance of legitimacy. If I live to see the establishment of the Second American Republic, THAT date will I observe.
She’s having a bad day. Which is silly, isn’t it? It’s a perfectly good Wednesday. A holiday, dammit. And now a few more of us, someday, will get to see the doctor without having to pay thousands of dollars for the luxury.
. . Chief Justice John Roberts emotionally operates on the same level as the average twelve year old girl, and just sold out not just the Republic, the Constitution and the entire American populace, but really the entire planet, because now that the United States is no more, the forces of evil will run absolutely rampant over the rest of the planet.
But the government attempt to keep its citizens from needlessly wasting away and dying is too much for Ann to bear. I have no idea why this puts Earth in a concentration camp, but I have to take Ann’s word for it.
. . we are either going to have to have a junta, or an all-out hot civil war. I strongly, strongly advocate a junta at this point. A junta would be, by far, the least bloody solution. Sadly, there are no men of integrity left in the flag officer corps to do it – the U.S. military is populated by vile, power-hungry, money-grubbing Marxist degenerates just as much as the three branches.
You can’t tame the crazypants in this one.
I’ve heard of people prostrating themselves before god every day and offering up a prayer. You seen anybody make their blog do it? This bananas muffin does that. Every day. You get the feeling she grabs the dog and the cat by the back of the neck as well and gets them down on all fours. You think you’re angels, Mr. Scruffers? Pumpkin?
For the piece de non compos mentis, I add this. Here Ann reads Patrick Henry’s famous ‘Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death’ speech. This is what the Founding Fathers would have done if King George had offered them affordable alchemy. Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war. Bonus points for Barnhardt. She combines bug-eyes and glass-eyes into a mania all her own:
She reminds you of whom? In the pop culture world, that is. Rasputin after they pulled him from the river? No — Julia Louis Dreyfus. This Elaine would have killed George and worn his skin.