Republicans Gleefully Pass the AHCA, Ensuring Misery and Death
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Well, that’s it.
In a moment of pure euphoria for America’s Great Satan known as the Grand Old Party, this cadre of old rich white men finally began to cash in on their eternal pledge of repealing the Affordable Care Act. Because this group of supposed humans is devoid of any real ideas outside whatever the fuck “freedom” and “liberty” mean on any given day, this was one of the few concrete political positions where one could actually hold their feet to the fire. After failing to deliver a literal concrete policy when no funding for a border wall was included in the latest budget, the Republicans knew that they had to knock this political football through the uprights—lest they be forced to go get a real job that doesn’t entail murdering poor people.
GOP consultant: “House majority is in greater jeopardy if we DONT pass this than if we do… the bottom falls out if we don’t get something”
— Jake Tapper (@jaketapper) May 4, 2017
This cult masquerading as a deliberative body has created an unreality so powerful that only they can inject the physical world into these pockets of America where the daily regimen is determined by the anger at whatever perceived “liberal” sleight one has fallen victim to on any given day. And so the Republicans said yea, and descended from Mount Olympus with a simple message: we have succeeded in our promise, consequences be damned.
This bill is bad for sick people. For old people. For pregnant women. For post-pregnant women. For rape victims. For special-education children. For people with preexisting conditions. For people who will be sick one day. For people who don’t have the GDP of a small nation sitting in the bank. For people.
The AHCA is an insult to humanity that can only come from the unexplored depths of cynicism. Optics Trump consequences in today’s GOP. As I write this, these cowards in men’s clothes are trudging up to the White House to kiss the ring of the orange madman who holds them hostage. He coopted the anger they spent decades cultivating, and so they have no choice but to do the bidding of a Boy King controlled by the whims of talk radio and cable news.
These people are sick. They knew they were selling a farce, because Congress exempted themselves from the pile of manure they just shoved down our throats. But it doesn’t matter, because they get to retreat to their gated communities and place a checkmark next to one of the only promises they could be held accountable for, ensuring their “men of the people” theme for the next campaign. In the minds of many Republican voters, giving one last middle finger to America’s first black president supersedes any other priority on health care—even if it comes at the expense of their own lives. And it will. People will die.