THIS JUST IN
President Barack Obama has just issued a statement that the reason the Canadian hockey team beat our American team 3-2 to win the gold medal on Sunday is because Canada has National Health Care and we don’t.
Obama said it was clear by the end of the game that the young Canadian players were in better health and had so much more stamina than the American players.
He went on to say:
“It became obvious to me as I watched the overtime period that the Canadian players were able to skate with reckless abandon because they knew that, should they be injured, their medical bills would be paid for by the state, while it appeared that the players on the American team were depressed that we still hadn’t passed my health care plan and knew that they were not covered so they got tired and timid and lost.”
The president went on to comment on the CNN news reports that over the course of 17 days of the Winter Olympics, Vancouver Coastal Health and the British Columbia Centre for Disease Control had doled out 100,000 condoms to the participants.
Obama commented the fact that health care is free in Canada enables the country to hand out free condoms to everyone. He pointed out his trip to Copenhagen to try and get the 2016 Olympics to Chicago was a great disappointment because it was his wish to eventually hand out free condoms, not just to the visiting Olympic teams but to every American. Obama said, “I want to look them in the eye and say ‘You voted for me, and now you’re covered.’”
PRESIDENT OBAMA’S DIRTY LITTLE HABIT
More than a year ago I wrote about President Obama’s smoking habit. Before I go any further, let me set the record straight. I don’t smoke—I haven’t touched a cigarette in 30 years. I don’t represent a tobacco company, nor do I ever intend to represent one in the future.
However, I’m appalled by the way smokers are treated.
We tax them unmercifully and force them to stand like dogs outside their workplaces, in the dead of winter, puffing on cigarettes that will eventually kill them.
Smokers are the most maligned, put-upon group of people in the world.
If you’re a smoker and you light up, even your loyal pet dog looks at you with disdain.
Take one lousy puff and everyone hates you.
How bad is it? Even liberals who claim they love everyone openly hate and persecute cigarette smokers. They are far kinder to heroin junkies than they are to those unfortunate people who can’t break their cigarette addictions.
People who are ready to forgive Son of Sam and Charles Manson won’t give their mother a break if they catch her puffing on a Marlboro.
And yet, on Monday White House physician Jeffrey Kuhlman revealed that Barack Obama is still smoking. And his cholesterol is up to 209, from 178 when he took office.
It saddens me that Obama, so concerned about everyone health, doesn’t have the strength to protect his own and quit smoking and lay off those Big Macs.
While we’re at it, let’s look at the 30 million people without health insurance for whom Obama wants us to pay.
There are plenty of good people who haven’t got insurance whom we should cover. But why should we pay for those who will slowly kill themselves on our dime?
There have to be rules laid down.
If you or your employer is paying for your health care, your smoking or your being grossly overweight is your business.
However, if you’re one of the 30 million uninsured who are expecting me and your fellow Americans to pay for your health care, even though you’re smoking three packs of cigarettes a day, have a hacking cough and are just a few lung X-rays from a long expensive hospital stay; or if you’re 5-foot-2, weigh 280 pounds and are stuffing a Cinnabon down your throat every hour, that’s our business.
Why should we pay?
If you’re a heavy smoker—no insurance. And if you are less than 5-foot-6 and you weigh over 250 pounds, no free health care until you go on a diet.
SHLOMO
On a more gentle note, my little doggie Shlomo is by far the cutest little puppy in the world.
Unlike any other dog I have ever owned, Sholmo loves his little plush stuffed toys and plays with them every chance he gets. His two favorites are a little stuffed fish toy called the Gefilte Fish who, when Shlomo bites into him, says in a mournful voice “Oy Vey, Oy Vey.”
The other is a Mr. Bill toy modeled after the old Saturday Night Live cartoon character, who, when Shlomo bites into him, says in the best Mr. Bill voice, “Oh no! Oh no!”
Last Friday night I was alone in my house. The falling snow outside my bedroom window cut off and muffled any outside sounds and there was an eerie silence inside. At 3:45 a.m. I woke with a start and heard ““Oy Vey, Oy Vey,” followed by Mr. Bill saying “Oh no! Oh no!”
Shlomo was clearly on guard.
I laughed, turned over and went back to sleep.
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