President Trump has nothing but contempt for Republican senators, on account of their inexplicable failure to repeal and replace Obamacare. He points out how for years now they have been promising to pass legislation the instant they can hand the bill to a Republican president for his signature.
Trump says he's been standing by with pen in hand, itching to sign, but those rascals can't seem to get the job done. The President is stumped by this failure. He has to wonder: Have those guys been lying all this time? Large numbers of Republicans campaigned on the promise to put a bullet through the heart of Obamacare. Don't they fear their constituents? They're all going to get un-elected!
But folks like John McCain say they don't want to rush into a one-sided agreement. They want to involve the Democrats in this deal.
So here's what I propose:
Get together a coalition of Republicans and Democrats to retool Obamacare and fix the problems with it. (This is what the majority of Americans want to happen.)
Begin the bill with these words: "The Affordable Care Act (AKA Obamacare) is hereby repealed, to be replace by the following measures."
Then drop in a big-ass slab of amended Obamacare.
Call it the American Health Care Act, or some such thing, and you're done: Obamacare is officially repealed and replaced. Suck it, Barack!
Republican Congress-critters can wave this piece of paper (or more likely, a massive paperbound book thousands of pages long) in the faces of their critics back home. "I said I'd do it and I done it! Obamacare is no more! Break out the champagne!"
Detractors may point out there's a heck of a lot of Obamacare underpinning this new legislation. So what? "It's a healthcare bill, okay? You have to expect some overlap in the details! If we're going to dump Obamacare, we can't very well replace it with an aardvark smoking a cigar. We need to replace it with more healthcare stuff!"
Hey, it might just work.
Saturday, September 23, 2017
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
DRIVEN TO LOVE GOD
I'm not built right, and now I know the reason why.
In his book, The Purpose Driven Life, Rick Warren insists that God conceived a plan for my life long before he created the world. In fact, God slapped the universe together just so I'd have a place to stand while I performed my holy duties.
I won't keep you in suspense (you're in this, too): God created human beings so we could love him. The big fellow needs a crap-load of love, see? So he whipped up a bunch of folk to do him the honor of making a fuss over him.
But something must have gone wrong in my case. I'm just not that much into him.
And that has to be God's fault, right? He must've jacked it, been too sparing with the pixie dust or something, because—believe it or not—I don't want to adulate the guy.
(Worse, I think the case for his existence has been criminally exaggerated.)
But according to Pastor Warren—and he gets his evidence right out of the Bible, the only source of information you'll ever need—the fix is in. We have to love God, just as he intended. We can't NOT love God.
You may have heard this: The modern description of hell involves no caverns of fire or pitchfork-wielding imps. Hell is simply the absence of God. Which means going to hell can only be the crushing blow it's designed to be if all we want out of life is to cozy up to God and count the ways we love the guy.
(Adoring God 24-7 [or however time is kept in heaven] is the only activity on the schedule. Folks in hell are apparently free to do whatever they want.)
Rick Warren says we should demonstrate our overpowering love for God with every thought and action of our lives. Forget asking, "What would Jesus do?" Ask: "How can I make the Big Guy smile?"
God gazes lovingly at you as you sleep—like parents with their children, except he's in the room all night long, every night, staring at you with a big goofy grin on his giant face. I tell you, it's worse than Shirley MacLaine's loving assault on Debra Winger in that movie.
The Purpose Driven Life has got to be one of the most depressing books I've ever attempted to read. If the Bible is to be believed, we're nothing but love slaves, caught in an out-of-control Stockholm Syndrome.
God holds us captive—and demands we love him as much as he loves us.
Warren seems to have no problem with this sickening concept. And the fact his book is a bestseller suggests a lot of people are eager to come on board.
Riding the back cover, notable Christian authors slather on the praise:
"Make sure you're not missing the point of your life—read this book!" says Billy Graham and Franklin Graham.
"Give this book to everyone you care about," says Lee Strobel (author of The Case for Christ).
"A masterpiece of wise counsel," says Max Lucado (author of Traveling Light).
"Rick Warren's new, groundbreaking manifesto will set millions of people free to live the lives God intended," says Bruce Wilkinson (author of The Prayer of Jabez).
That's right, boys and girls, get yourself free so you can join the army of God's love-addled drudges. Fall in line with the holy truth. Literally nothing could be more important. As far as you're allowed to know.
Like they say, a man never stands so tall as when he gets on his knees to provide God with a happy ending.
In his book, The Purpose Driven Life, Rick Warren insists that God conceived a plan for my life long before he created the world. In fact, God slapped the universe together just so I'd have a place to stand while I performed my holy duties.
I won't keep you in suspense (you're in this, too): God created human beings so we could love him. The big fellow needs a crap-load of love, see? So he whipped up a bunch of folk to do him the honor of making a fuss over him.
But something must have gone wrong in my case. I'm just not that much into him.
And that has to be God's fault, right? He must've jacked it, been too sparing with the pixie dust or something, because—believe it or not—I don't want to adulate the guy.
(Worse, I think the case for his existence has been criminally exaggerated.)
But according to Pastor Warren—and he gets his evidence right out of the Bible, the only source of information you'll ever need—the fix is in. We have to love God, just as he intended. We can't NOT love God.
You may have heard this: The modern description of hell involves no caverns of fire or pitchfork-wielding imps. Hell is simply the absence of God. Which means going to hell can only be the crushing blow it's designed to be if all we want out of life is to cozy up to God and count the ways we love the guy.
(Adoring God 24-7 [or however time is kept in heaven] is the only activity on the schedule. Folks in hell are apparently free to do whatever they want.)
Rick Warren says we should demonstrate our overpowering love for God with every thought and action of our lives. Forget asking, "What would Jesus do?" Ask: "How can I make the Big Guy smile?"
God gazes lovingly at you as you sleep—like parents with their children, except he's in the room all night long, every night, staring at you with a big goofy grin on his giant face. I tell you, it's worse than Shirley MacLaine's loving assault on Debra Winger in that movie.
The Purpose Driven Life has got to be one of the most depressing books I've ever attempted to read. If the Bible is to be believed, we're nothing but love slaves, caught in an out-of-control Stockholm Syndrome.
God holds us captive—and demands we love him as much as he loves us.
Warren seems to have no problem with this sickening concept. And the fact his book is a bestseller suggests a lot of people are eager to come on board.
Riding the back cover, notable Christian authors slather on the praise:
"Make sure you're not missing the point of your life—read this book!" says Billy Graham and Franklin Graham.
"Give this book to everyone you care about," says Lee Strobel (author of The Case for Christ).
"A masterpiece of wise counsel," says Max Lucado (author of Traveling Light).
"Rick Warren's new, groundbreaking manifesto will set millions of people free to live the lives God intended," says Bruce Wilkinson (author of The Prayer of Jabez).
That's right, boys and girls, get yourself free so you can join the army of God's love-addled drudges. Fall in line with the holy truth. Literally nothing could be more important. As far as you're allowed to know.
Like they say, a man never stands so tall as when he gets on his knees to provide God with a happy ending.
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