Last night -- somehow -- in the process of putting both my feet beneath the coverlet on my bed as I retired for the evening, I injured my right ankle. Imagine! Just the gentle movement of getting under the covers left me lame. What, pray tell, does this portend?
No doubt great things.
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Does it bother anyone else that the year may end -- or next year might begin -- with a law dropped upon us from on high that everyone in the United States must have health insurance? Where, O, where are the radicals of the 1960s who helped shape me from my mother's womb? How is it that conformity -- by law -- to the "establishment" and its government is now seen as progressive? Where is the rebellion from authority? Where are those who urged me to live my life unfettered from authoritarianism; to "be my own person" at all costs? Where are those who shouted from the rooftops that the government had no right in our bedrooms, that it had no claims on our bodies?
Apparently they are in the United States government and its fawning class.
("You can't legislate morality." Yes we can!)
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2 comments:
It's a shame when violation of the Tenth Commandment becomes institutionalized to the point where its violation is deemed virtuous. For that, is what we see with this health care business.
Dear R.,
You, my friend, are a heartless, uncaring soul.
Or so 'they' will say.
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