I don't care if the HCR that finally passes and is signed into law is garbage or heaven filled with flowers, sexy people, and lots of healing chocolate, but I just can't take any more of this repetitive drama. I mean, this makes Francisco Franco's interminably long coma seem like a short nap. Struggling garage band musicians with 2 used synthesizers, take note, Franco's Coma would make a good name for a pretentious but clever synth pop post punk band.
So I'm asking, pleading, begging, for no more HCR diaries until HCR passes and is signed into law.
Please, if you hate the mandate without the public option, just take a deep breath and a stiff drink, and go walk the dog, or build a model airplane.
If you're worried about what this prima donna Senator or that primary motivated suck up Senator says he's going to do about reconciliation, don't diary it, just get some watercolors or pastels and do a free form action painting of how you feel about it. It'll likely be a lot more enjoyable to do it, see it and share it.
Another thing. By this time, everyone here has made the same arguments on HCR issues, same comments, clarifications, flames, and whatnot about at least ten gazillion times. Something about all that repetition is known to be responsible for repetitive motion injuries, head trauma, and psychological torture. Not trying to minimize what some of us have been through with such conditions, not at all, just trying to avoid creating more of them.
This whole HCR drama down to the wire has become so anticlimatic-- I mean does anyone really doubt right now that the final product will look a whole lot different than Obama's final proposal the other day? Please, get real. If there really was much in doubt, yeah drama might be warranted, but manufacturing drama is better left to experienced actors like Robert DeNiro, Richard Dreyfus, Meryl Streep and great directors like Robert Altman and Stephen Spielberg.
This latest ruse and final push for the public option is more farce than tragedy at this point. I mean, I'm all for organizing and pushing for it, don't get me wrong, but the gnashing and wailing of teeth is done better by imaginary beasts in mythic stories or biblical visions that no one really understands but gets that the beasts involved are scarier than gargoyles with giant dragon's teeth.
So, please, no more.
And in that spirit, I'm done for the evening myself. I'll just won't even be here to respond to diary comments. I've got better things to do tonight. Like organize what re-licensing credits I'm going to take, clean the bathroom, and pay some bills. Sorry, I love daily kos and am addicted to it too, but I have a life, and I have to start setting some kind of good example or else this snark rant will look like hypocrisy.
Oh, just one exception to the no HCR diaries until it passes and is signed into law rule, if it's an action diary to help get the public option or a final bill passed, that would be acceptable.
Otherwise, please go clean the kitty litter, I hear that there's a new sitcom on TV that's kinda good, and get to that term paper you've been putting off, and stop saying ok, dear whatever you say honey to your partner while burying your face in daily kos, they need some attention. And your teenager-- take him or her out for a cup of coffee and a movie, you might be sort of pleasantly surprised to find out they're smoking weed instead of meth, disappointed to find out they already had sex but glad they used a condom properly and decided to wait until they get married to have a baby.