Health Care: The Vindictive Right

I was talking about it with a friend of mine and the one thing that we both agreed on is that President Obama has essentially given us the Right of Health Care. So we got some beers and started doing the only logical thing a set of guys in their young twenties would do: we read the Constitution. No, really, we’re awesome at parties. Benjamin Franklin humor? Oh yeah, we got some of that.

Moving on…

The one thing that we found amongst all of the rights, proper or otherwise, is that the newest one, guaranteed Health Care, is perhaps the most vindictive. Not only that, it’s the only mandated one that is not situational. That is to say, it affects us one hundred percent of the time, rather than one hundred percent of the time if a certain event were to occur. This of course is referring to having a fair trial, which is situational since it is not a constant occurrence in our individual lives. If it is, then you might have other problems you should look into fixing.

The obvious retort would be Freedom of Speech, which affects us one hundred percent of the time and is clearly not situational. Nevertheless, we can choose if we want to exercise our Freedom of Speech and if we choose not to we are not then fined. The Health Care Bill that was passed forces every single American citizen to have Health Insurance. Remember, its a right, right? That is what Obama has said, isn’t it? Perhaps I misheard, in which case I am left to wonder why we are so avid in claiming we have the RIGHT to Health insurance.

So, since the Government is enforcing this new Right of ours, which doesn’t really feel much like a Right but more like chains, then shouldn’t it also enforce the others? Well, then everyone should be mandated to immediately go and buy a firearm. Oh, you didn’t know? Yeah, the Second Amendment is still in place. While some cities ignore it or flat out abuse it, such as New Orleans, it is still a Right and since the Government is forcing us to exercise our Health Care Right then why not our Gun Rights as well?

Let’s instead look at a more defended Right – Freedom of Speech. We all have it, but that does not mean we all use it. Most people don’t exercise their Freedom of Speech. You see, most people are too busy working and trying to live decent lives, they haven’t the time to rant about this type of stuff on a blog nobody visits. Since we are requiring people to buy Health Insurance because of this new Right, why not also force people to have a blog or a public forum where they are forced to speak their mind, even if they are against it for whatever reason, or be fined six hundred bucks?

Rights are given to us as a gift from our creator. No, I’m not overly religious. I don’t go to church and I have no desire to start. Still, even my Agnostic ass admits that it is our creator, whomever that might be, who gives us our Rights, not our government. Not to mention, I’ve never heard of a Right we are forced to have or else.

-Irish

P.S.: This post was not proofread or edited in any fashion.

Happy Halloween

Jack

Do you want to know the absolute truth? I hate Halloween.

I do have an excuse, mind you. You see, Halloween use to be my second favorite holiday, behind only Christmas (of course). However, as time has gone by and I’ve aged, I’ve suddenly found Halloween is no longer for me. Instead, it’s for little kids who pound on your door and demand that you give them free food or else they will commit a criminal act upon your house.

As a child I remember doing horrible things to the houses that didn’t give out candy. My acts of terrorism ranged from urinating on their roses to destroying their pumpkins with my then-sized six boot. If I do that now I’ll be arrested, and rightfully so! Now that I am an adult and responsible (I define responsibility in a different way than Websters) I am forced to sit in my house and stew, patiently waiting for the pounding sound of a child-terrorist so that we may begin negotiations on how much loot they will be plundering from my… err, bounty?

My point with all of this is simple: I am jealous. Yes, yes, I am incredibly jealous of the fact I can no longer run around like a vampire, stomping on pumpkins, pissing on rose bushes, and forcing innocent civilians to deck my halls with snickers, milky way, and those nasty yellow Jolly Ranchers that tasted like a lemons ass. Granted, I could do all of those things, but society would judge me as immature. So instead I’ll sit at home, drink massive quantities of alcohol, and watch It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.

-Irish

The Piggie Flu and a Sickness… too… HA!

Alright, let’s be fair: A Fall of Men was crap. I wrote it out of some derranged idea that was born entirely out of boredom. Yep, boredom. In absolute honesty: I HATE those types of stories. So why then did I write it? Well, I wrote all of that in about a day and I was drunk out of my mind. I still don’t think that excuses me. Nevertheless, I learned something very important: don’t drink and write, lest you want to develop a story about a space station with insane folk who kill other folk.

Alright, back to the serious writing!

But first, let’s talk about the piggie flu. Perhaps I am simply far too cynical, but I don’t think it’s that big of a deal. In fact, I think I might have just gotten over it. Then again, it could have just been a normal flu. The last four days of my life has been spent with most of the symptoms of the Piggie Flu. However, I managed to beat it and now I’m good… maybe. Not sure. I’m still a little sick, but I’m doing decently alright.

The worst thing about the flu was being unable to sit down and write anything. I was so focused on it that I was unable to do pretty much anything else, including drinking… alright, that’s a lie. Well, I’m better now and now I’ve got to start writing again. About a week ago I actually finished up a short story for one of their Short Story contests on the Writing Forums. I’ll post it tomorrow. By November 6th (I think) I’ll find out whether or not I’ve won. Chances are I haven’t, but oh well, I can live with that. The story itself is basically me pretending I’m poetic. I’m not. Oh, and it’s also about eating bugs. Yep. Bugs.

In the last few weeks a lot has happened. Perhaps most importantly I was able to locate my sisters, both of whom I haven’t seen in twenty years. That alone made my year. I’m happy to report both are exceedingly happy and seem to have fantastic lives. The only bad part: they live in Oregon. Oh well, I’ll visit them one day. OH, I forgot to mention, I’m going to be an uncle! Yeah… I don’t exactly know what that job entails, but I hear it’s quite difficult. You’re always put into one of the following categories: creepy uncle, alcoholic uncle, pedophile uncle, or creepy uncle. I really don’t want to be any of those, to be fair. Clearly the best choice by miles is alcoholic, however.

Alright, I’m off to work.

-Irish

PS: Thiss hus not bin edittid.