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Republicans Are Desperate To Repeal Obamacare Because It’s The Closest They’ll Ever Get To Lynching A Black Man

What’s happening tonight in the United States Senate is one of the most brazenly cynical and breathtakingly shameful things I have ever seen in my lifetime. The Republican Senate Majority Leader is desperately strong-arming his members to vote to start debate on an as yet unidentified bill, the only guaranteed contents of which will be something they can call a repeal of Obamacare.

Legislatively speaking, this is the kind of maneuver you might expect if an asteroid was predicted to collide with earth in 7–12 days and immediate action was required to authorize a mission by Bruce Willis and/or Nicholas Cage and/or Samuel L. Jackson to plant a nuclear device on the surface of the object in an attempt to split it just right so that the pieces diverge and go around the earth while the rest of us try to get in as much fucking as possible just to be safe. This is decidedly not a maneuver that makes any sense in the context of a national discussion about healthcare policy, particularly if you don’t even have a workable plan that you can pass.

Let’s just step back for a moment and refresh our memories about something. Does anyone remember the good old days before Obamacare when healthcare and health insurance were cheap and getting cheaper? Yeah, neither do I. In fact, I remember everyone being pretty fucking pissed about how outrageously expensive healthcare and health insurance were getting, devouring an ever-increasing share of our yearly household incomes.

Now I’ve never thought Obamacare was perfect, but I did think it was probably the best we could do in the face of a hopelessly intransigent Republican Congress bound and determined to prevent the new black president from getting a single goddamned thing done, let alone pass a major piece of desperately needed legislation that would extend help to millions of middle- and low-income Americans, no matter how hard he tried to find common ground (by, for example, adopting Mitt Romney’s healthcare reform plan as his own!).

And so now we have an admittedly imperfect system that has drastically lowered the number of uninsured Americans while ensuring that, even though out-of-pocket costs are still higher than we’d like them to be, insurers must at least provide a robust package of preventive services and can’t exclude people with preexisting conditions. Yes, per capita healthcare expenditure continues to rise—but not faster than before the passage of the Affordable Care Act, when those costs often got us shitty policies that covered nothing.

So make no mistake—there is no urgent reason to cancel the whole thing. Obamacare is not actively hurting anyone. Repealing Obamacare would actively hurt millions. If Republicans had some great plan that would somehow make healthcare and/or health insurance cheaper, that would be one thing…but they don’t. Not only do they not have a plan they can pass even while they control all three branches of the United States government, but they haven’t even proposed a single plan that even feints at being able to solve any of the problems they pretend to care about.

So tonight Mitch McConnell is basically just saying “Fuck it, let’s just do something, anything, that we can call a repeal of Obamacare.” He’s dragging John McCain back to the Senate chamber with a glioblastoma that, if we’re being honest, may well be impairing his cognitive functioning, just to vote on opening debate on…well, on just some bill.

There is only one reason to keep fucking this chicken long after it’s been dead and begun to decompose. There is only one plausible motivation for being so determined to do this thing that there is no urgent need to do and no public support for whatsoever (17% for repeal-and-replace, 13% for repeal only). There is only one explanation for why Republicans would do a thing that will have catastrophic financial and health consequences for millions of their constituents and almost certainly put the final nail in their party’s coffin.

It is not a pleasant explanation, but it’s the only one gets to the heartlessness of the matter: This is the closest these miserable, old white fucks will ever get to lynching a black man.

We’ve always known this was about race, but it wasn’t until today that their cravenly wretched machinations laid it bare for all to see. This is not about improving healthcare, this is not about alleviating suffering, this is not about helping Americans, this not about conservatism. This is about symbolically nullifying the presidency of Barack Obama, a black man.

They hate that Barack Obama was President of the United States. They hate that millions of Americans benefit from a program he passed, a program they named Obamacare because they thought that would doom it. They despise our former president—a strong, dignified, intelligent black superstar who makes the whole filthy lot of them, but especially their bloated, limp-dicked, pussy grabbing Oompa-Loompa-in-chief, look like the drooling pack of impossibly small, impotent fucking losers they are. His legacy looms over them ominously and it is more than they can bear. They cannot allow this abomination to stand.

And this is their last chance to show us who’s boss around here. They can feel the motherland slipping from through their greasy, stubby little fingers and are determined to mount a rousing display of white, masculine dominance that will extend their reign for just a little longer. But they are shrunken men, raging against the inexorable tide of demographics in sad, tinny little squeaks that grow fainter by the moment.

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White Privilege Isn’t What You Think It Is

White privilege is a tough concept to explain, especially to touchy white guys who think that it’s merely another accusation of racism. It’s not. I stumbled upon a very practical example of my own white privilege this week that I hope might clarify the term just a bit.

My family and I are moving across the country in about a month. We’re looking to rent in our new city and conducting our search exclusively via email and  phone.

A tactic that I have found to be very useful in the past and which is already showing signs of success this time around is this: when we find something we really like but which is maybe a little above our price range, we send an email pitching ourselves as great tenants who will take excellent care of the landlord’s investment.

I also attach a picture of the three of us. I do this because I think it’s pretty clear from looking at us that we’re not slobs who will trash the place. I do this to add a corresponding visual to the professional, polite, articulate manner we project via voice and email communication.

Some people—people who don’t look like us, for example—can’t assume the same thing. If you don’t look like us, depending on the particular market, there’s a far greater chance that sending a picture would trigger passive or active biases in the decision maker’s mind. A black or brown person in our position might well decide that sending a picture would be detrimental to their prospects.

Now here’s the key: I haven’t done anything wrong here. My goal is not to show potential landlords that we’re caucasian. My goal is to show that we have clean clothes and friendly faces.

My white privilege in this situation consists of a simple, undeniable fact that has nothing at all to do with my motives or character and that is this: there is an approximately 0.0005% chance that a photo of us will make someone less likely to select us as tenants; it may very well not move the needle at all, but it’s certainly not going to diminish our chances.

In other words, white privilege isn’t what you think it is. It’s not something bad that you’re doing. It’s something that you have as a white person, whether you’re a backwater bigot or a civil rights champion.

So when people ask you to “check your privilege,” don’t worry, they’re not really asking you to give anything up! They’re merely asking you to be reflective in a way that might lead you to better understand the ways in which other people lack your privilege and how that might impact their ability to move up in the world—or even survive.

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No, Cleveland Police Dude, You Can’t Suspend Open Carry Today

Cleveland Police Department Detective and Police Association president Steve Loomis is a raging dickhead and a racist piece of shit who, today, would like the Governor of Ohio or someone, anyone, whoever, to suspend the state’s open carry laws because—oh, what do you know?—today open carry seems like kind of a bad fucking idea to him. Today.

In the past, he has “strongly supported citizens’ rights to bear arms.” Today, however, he told Reuters:

I don’t care what the legal precedent is, I feel strongly that leadership needs to stand up and defend these police officers…We are sending a letter to Gov. Kasich requesting assistance from him. He could very easily do some kind of executive order or something—I don’t care if it’s constitutional or not at this point.

Hey fuckstick, maybe if you’d given a shit about dead children and dead civilian adults before you suddenly decided to turn into a great big pussy about it because suddenly police lives seem to be more on the line than usual…maybe then you’d at least have an ounce of credibility.

Detective Steve Loomis and Miss Ohio

But today? Today you don’t. Today you look like a big fucking hypocrite. Today you look like a person who wants one set of rules for him and his people while the rest of us have to live with a different set of rules.

Today you look like a person who wasn’t concerned about gun violence until you realized that open carry applies to black people too and now you can’t tell the difference between the “good guys with guns” and the bad guys with ill intent.

Besides, if you criminalize open carry, only bad guys will open carry, right? Or does that actually sound pretty good right about now?

Let me get a straight answer on this: Steve Loomis, does open carry make us more safe or less safe? If it makes us more safe, then there’s no room for prevarication. Whatever bad shit you’re afraid of as the Republicans come to Cleveland, having guns around should help you breathe easier.

If it makes us less safe, you should have said so long before today and you should be calling for a permanent and statewide prohibition on the practice, not a temporary one around the shitshow that is the Republican National Committee’s convention.

Or maybe you’re just extra worried because the New Black Panthers are encouraging their members to legally open carry in Cleveland? But see here’s the thing: I’m worried about all kind of different groups, white and black, carrying stupid fucking penis substitutes  guns around in public so hey, can I just call for a prohibition on open carry when and where I want it too?

No, Cleveland police guy. You cannot suspend open carry today, but you can work to end it side-by-side with the rest of us who are sick and fucking tired of gun violence in America.

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