On his way to a Sacking of a socialist politician’s home whose name he cannot remember, he limps out of his crumbling house, untreated plantar warts flaring, steel pipe in hand.
He coughs up some brownish phlegm, then lights a Winston. Several uneven moles cover his tanned arms. He has not had a physical since he was booted out of his parents’ insurance plan more than twenty years ago. As an independent plumber, he cannot afford health insurance but makes just enough to not qualify for Medicaid.
LATER, AT THE SOCIALIST’S HOME
The activist shatters a window with his pipe. The Sacking’s organizer – a rich and bored crazy person wearing a colonial wig and costume – cheers him on. "You are a true patriot!"
The activist responds. "Hells yeah, man! Serves him right for getting his commi government hands all over my Medicare! Say, are you stupposed to be one of the Stooges?" The activist is too young to qualify for Medicare. He continues, "Palin for President! Abstinence is the only way!" Then, whispering to the colonial rich man, "Heh heh, except for her daughter, she’s pretty cool."
The rich man smiles, glad that he motivated to organize the successful Sacking. But then his face reddens, remembering the taxes his accountant told him he will have to pay out of his trust fund next month.