March 23, 2010: Vice President Joe Biden introduced Barack Obama to the adoring gathered media, grabbed a handshake, lit up his biggest goofy grin, and told the President, “This is a big fucking deal!”
Yeah, Joe, it was. It still is.
Four years later, citizens still scramble to make sense of it all – to try to save some scraps of access to quality health care in the age of ObamaCare – over 11,000 pages of intentionally obtuse regulations – a stack of paper over three feet high, and growing – a set of laws that no longer resembles the one passed by Congress – shuffled almost weekly by politically-motivated Obama imprimaturs – a Reid/Pelosi head fake toward the ultimate goal of national health care.
There are few winners, many losers, and a rush-hour freeway full of people who are just totally baffled. As the (extended) enrollment deadline of March 31 approaches, American families are coming down to crunch time. How the hell are we going to have health insurance that we can afford, and that actually works? And what will be the cost to a nation already punch-drunk from the economic fun-house imposed on us by a Peter Principle community organizer with no clue?
Like all Americans, my wife and I are on the front lines in the ObamaCare battle. I don’t want to bore you with details – each of us has his own sad ObamaCare ballad to sing. In short: our policy was cancelled because it was not ObamaCare compliant. ‘His Eminence’ declared we could “keep our insurance” – then we could not – then we could. When we finally could, the premium was nearly double. But as responsible conservative Americans do, we bit the bullet and paid the freight. Then, a few months later, we moved to another state and found we had no choice but to buy into ObamaCare.
The Health Care dot gov website, although somewhat functional, was replete with errors and inconsistencies. The deductible is $500. No wait, this page says $5000! That page says our doctors are in the network and will be paid by insurance. But wait! This page says they are not in the network and there will be no reimbursement! Phone calls to the insurance provider go directly to voice-mail hell. The one “advisor” who eventually called me back was at the end of her rope – apologetically as baffled as the rest of us.
Having lost our grandfathered policy, we had no choice but to enroll for coverage on the “exchange” and accept whatever the government decided to give us – aka the ‘Soviet’ position. Yes, the taxpayer-funded subsidy makes our premium attractive. But we don’t know if we can keep our doctors and top-notch local hospital. We are pretty sure we won’t have access to the premier cancer and heart clinics that are the best hope of those most in need of God’s medical mercy. There are 11,000 pages of fine print that are way beyond our control. It feels like we have been sold a ten-dollar buffet lunch where a dollar’s worth is about all you can stomach. Worst of all, we – for the first time in our lives – are ashamed to be forced into leaning on the hard-working taxpayers of our once-proud country. Except for my Obama Phone – but that was just to make a point.
Yeah, Joe. ObamaCare is a big fucking deal. You guys screwed the country out of the best health care system in the world. It’s a big, sad, fucking deal.
Tom Balek – Rockin’ On the Right Side
A spelling test compliments of Country Joe McDonald
at Woodstock, 1969. Plenty of “F-Bombs” as reprised by VP Joe Biden –