Saturday, March 27, 2010

Abortion from the Aborted's POV

Numm, nummm, nummm, boy, this is good. Numm, nummm, nummmm. I like to suck on these thingies. I’ve got two of them, one on each of my grabbies… Numm, nummm, nummmm…


I like it here. It’s warm…. I like to float…. I listen to my mommy’s da-dum, da-dum sound… I like that sound… It makes me feel safe… Sometimes my da-dum sound is the same as hers. That’s when I’m happiest.

I can’t wait to be born. I love my mommy and daddy. And I know they love me. Numm, nummm, nummmm…

I heard my daddy talking. He said something about me being a star football player. I don’t know what that is. But it sounds good. I want mommy and daddy to be proud of me. Daddy said he can’t wait until I stand in the end zone and say “I love you” to mommy, right on national TV, whatever that is. Numm, nummm, nummmm…

I love my mommy and daddy so much. I’m a part of them you know. They created me…

I can’t wait to be born. Once I heard mommy talking about lightning, whatever that is. She said she’d hold me when the silver lightning spikes the darkness. That sounds scary to me, but my mommy holding me sure sounds great. Numm, nummm, nummmm…

I can’t wait to go on a picnic, whatever that is. I know I’ll just love it. I’ll be walking with my daddy, holding his big strong hand, trying to keep up. I’ll look up and see how tall he is and wonder if I’ll ever be as big. I love my daddy. Numm, numm, nummm…

I’ll eat potato chips and feed the squirrels, whatever they are.

I’ll lay my head down on mommy’s lap and listen to her tummy gurgle. She’ll pet my head and tell me how much she loves me. And I’ll be happy. Numm, nummm, nummmm…

Mommy and me will lie on a blanket and feel the warm sun on our faces. We’ll point out animals in the clouds. And we’ll laugh.

Daddy will teach me to throw a baseball, whatever that is. He’ll teach me to be confident and to respect others. He’ll teach me to be a man! And I’ll be strong, just like my daddy is. Numm, nummm, nummmm…

And when I’m scared, like from that lightning, I know mommy will come and hold me. I’ll bury my head into her soft breasts. And I’ll be safe.

What’s a piano? Mommy said that she’s going to teach me to play. I can’t wait. I love my mommy and daddy. I’m from them and I want to be just like them. Numm, nummm, nummm…

Hey, what’s that thing? It’s coming towards me. It kind of looks like silver… Mommy, it’s lightning!

Mommy! Mommy, what’s happening?
Mommy, I love you!
Mommy, come hold me!
Mommy! It’s grabbing my arm and pulling!
Mommy it hurts! It hurts so badly!
Daddy help me, help me please!
Mommy, it’s grabbing my leg!
Mommy please! Where are you!
It’s tearing it off!
Mommy! Daddy! It hurts! It hurts!
Mommy, the lightning, it’s tearing me!
Mommy, please help me! Please!
Mommy, please come hold me!
Mommy, I’m scared!
Mommy, I love you!
Mommy! I see a snake! It’s coming for me!
Mommy, it’s sucking me into its mouth!
Mommy, it hurts! Mommy, it hurts so badly!
Mommy, please help me!
Mommy, please come hold me! Please!
Mommy, I love you!
Mommy… Daddy… Mommy….
...I wanted to stand in the end zone and tell you I love you…
...my mommy and daddy…

Monday, March 8, 2010

Humbled by a Varmint!

Spring has definitely sprung! A perfect day! Not a cloud in the blue, brilliant sky and I’m off to replace some steps at old man Willard’s farm.

Already been to Lowe’s, got all the pressure treated wood I’m going to need; exactly enough and no more. I hate waste. Besides, I like the self imposed pressure of being exactly perfect in all my measurements.

Top’s down on Big Red and the old war pony runs, wide open through the back country roads, two-by-twelve’s hanging over the tail gate, skill saw, saw horses, compressor, nail gun, tap-cons, a roll of stainless nails, tool belt, speed square, level, and impact drill all stuffed around the wood, as Big Red’s tires hum over the road, all the way to old man Willard’s farm.

I finally reach the farm and drive over the yard and park Big Red close to the back porch. “Whoa there war pony!” I say, slowing to a stop. I wonder if my Suzie Q’s here. I hope so, ‘cause I’m feeling great!

I unload everything, set up the saw horses, plug in the air compressor, listening to it pressurize, load the roll of nails into the nail gun, pull back the bumper and squeeze off a few rounds into the barren corn field, pop, pop, pop. Cool! I’m Stallone in “First Blood”, pop, pop, pop…

Feeling good today! Beautiful day! Working outside for the first time this year! I plug up my DeWalt construction radio and crank out the tunes. Oh yeah, a little “Stone Temple Pilots”, way cool.

I look at my reflection in the window glass, looking good! I see Suzie’s silhouette in old man Willard’s living room. I sing, “Oh Suzie Q, I love you, my Suzie Q.” A little CCR. Yeah! She’s a babe too! Tall, blond, built like the proverbial brick sh*t house… Had to move back home, couldn’t sell any houses with the real estate market drying up. Total bummer! I’m going to give her a thrill. I pull off my shirt, put my cap on, backwards, slip on my safety glasses, pump my pecs, flex my guns, showing off my tats… I know she’s sneaking peaks through the window. “Tell me Suzie, and be honest, do I make you ho-ney? Randy? Yeah baby!” Man, a perfect specimen of an all American stud machine! American heavy studliness! What a perfect day!

Okay, I stride back to my Jeep and strap on my tool belt, a gun slinger strapping on his iron. My twenty-four ounce Stanley holstered hammer, resting heavily against my thigh, feeling perfect, feeling deadly, ready to rock. “Oh Suzie Q, Oh Suzie Q, Oh Suzie Q, Suzie Q, I love you…”

I grab my pry bar, stride back to the steps and begin ripping them down. I jam the pry bar between each end of the steps and the riser, quick draw my iron and pound apart the wood, casually tossing each aside. Cool! Then I bend all the nails over and toss each step into the back of my Jeep.

Now the risers… I grab my impact driver, slip in a nut runner and take out the tap-cons, letting each riser fall to the ground. Am I sweating yet? Oh yeah… and Suzie’s peeking…

Then I see a gopher! Most excellent! Old man Willard’s going to pay me five bucks for each gopher I kill. They destroy his yard and eat his corn, pesky varmints, hairy heathens. I grab the nail gun, pop, pop, pop… Dang-it! Missed! Shsss, you must be vewy, vewy quiet when hunting wabbits….

I lay a two-by-twelve on the saw horses and trace out one of the risers with my oval shaped carpenter’s pencil. Why do they make these pencils in such an odd shape anyway? There must be some logical reason for it. But I can’t figure it out. Oh well…

I plug up my skill saw and cut one riser. Then I do it again for the second riser. I’m going to reuse the tap-con holes so I locate the holes on the risers and carry both risers over to the concrete landing, one under each arm. You seeing this Suzie?

Wait, there it is again, stupid gopher… I grab the nail gun, pop, pop, pop… I see the dirt kick-up around the pesky critter’s hole. But, the little bugger’s too quick… Dang-it!

I walk back to the landing, admiring my reflection in the mirror, seeing Suzie’s tall, sexy silhouette behind. Check this out baby, as I flex my guns… my tats popping….

I pick up the first riser, lay it against the landing, slip a stainless steel washer around a tap-con, push it into the wood, grab my impact driver and drive it in. I watch as the tap-con grabs hold, pulling the washer into the wood, squeezing out a little moisture, a tight, snug fit…. Feeling good! I finish this riser and do the same with the other. Then I make sure the risers are equal distance apart.

Okay, time to cut the steps. Old man Willard doesn’t want any kick plates but he does want a one inch lip…. Not a problem… I make my measurements and rip the first step. Then I use that step as a template for laying out three more. After I’m done, I’m covered with green saw dust. I turn toward that window and slowly wipe the dust off my sweaty body… You catching this Suzie? I know you are….

Hey, there’s that gopher again… I’m going to see if I can sneak up on it… I grab the nail gun and nonchalantly saunter towards the little fury heathen. I get to within ten feet. The little varmint’s looking right at me, beady black eyes, you must be vewy, vewy quiet when hunting wabbits…. Pop, pop, pop… Dang-it! I’ll get you, as God is my witness, your mine! I hope Suzie didn’t see this….

Okay, back to the steps, I cut the second, taking the line, making sure it’s exactly the same length as the first. I cut the third, again taking the line…. Think I’ll show off for Suzie a bit. So, I grab the first three steps and carry them over to the risers. I lay them out, beginning with the bottom step, to square the risers, make sure it’s centered and pop, pop, pop, nail it down. I do the same for the other two steps…. I straighten up, feeling sweaty, hoping Suzie’s stealing a quick glimpse or two of pure American beef! I know she is…

Dang-it, there he is again. Pop, pop, pop… Crap! He’s one quick little heathen… I’m going to get him. So I walk over to his hole and sit five feet away. I raise my nail gun and take aim. Okay Charlie, pop the head up… waiting, waiting…. Charlie don’t surf! ... waiting, waiting… Man, my arms are tired… Shoot. I’ll get you yet!

Three more steps to go. I cut the fourth and layout the fifth. Wait, there he is! He’s in the open! I grab my nail gun and spring towards him, inadvertently bumping the step I’m using as a template. I run towards the little fuc*er… I drop down into a prone position and with both hands, take slow steady aim…. I breathe deep and hold, I learned this from a sniper movie, and slowly squeeze the trigger, pop, pop, pop…. Dang-it! How’d I miss?

Total bummer! I walk back to my saw horses, pick up my skill saw and cut the fifth and sixth steps. I carry them over to the riser and lay them out… What the…. One’s not fitting correctly! I take it back and take a little off. I carry it back and it’s still not fitting. Crap, I take off a little more…

I can’t figure it out! How’d I make a bad cut? Now, I’m going to have to go all the way back to Lowe’s and get another stick of pressurized…. Plus, I’m out of nails! Fudge!

Then I look up and see that dang gopher… He’s smiling as he sits on his haunches. I swear he’s laughing at me as I think to myself, I cut that piece three times and it’s still too short! Dang-it! I’ve been humbled by a flea-bitten, hairy varmint! And, looking up I see Suzie, laughing at me! What a terrible day!

Friday, March 5, 2010

Friendship Ruined by Temptation

I once had a very good friend, the type of guy that I could joke around with, talk politics without getting into a fist fight, drink a beer, shoot some pool and laugh at the world with. He was someone I deeply respected and trusted – until last week.

You see, I recently found out that he was cheating on his wife with someone I know, or at least thought I knew, and I was hurt, but even more, I was surprised.

I’ve been thinking about what he did. And examining my feelings about this, I’ve come to a couple of conclusions. Losing a dear friend feels different than losing a lover. When love leaves, I’m left with a cold, lonely emotional black void. I question my self worth and constantly ask “Why?” Sure, there are moments of anger. But, the overwhelming feeling is emptiness. But, when I lose a friend, the only feeling I have is one of angry betrayal. I don’t ask “Why?” I don’t know why. But I simply don’t.

When love leaves that empty feeling always remains, even years later. Sure, it diminishes greatly, but it’s always there. It lingers forever. When I lose a friend, it abruptly ends, like crashing into an unmovable wall. There are no lingering feelings. It just stops. It’s over, the end.

Now, I’m not a particularly organized religion kind of guy. I was raised a Roman Catholic, was an alter boy, played on the church basketball team and received the sacraments. But, as I grew I began to question and once I learned the history of my church, I turned away. However, I do believe in God, in a supreme goodness. I’m on good terms with my God. And I gave up trying to argue with her a long time ago; she’s always right.

My life path is now in her very capable hands even though, at times I feel like a ball of yarn being batted back and forth between her paws, as she tries to unravel me. But, I know I never will. And at these times I hear my God laugh, a loud, joyous, and infectious laugh; the kind of laugh that causes me to laugh too, even when I don’t yet know the joke.

See, she has a wonderful sense of humor and reminds me of this on almost a daily basis with little things like coming down with a cold three days before I have a major business meeting, just enough time to constantly pop Zicam, like Pez, so that I can function. Ha, ha…. Or, the time I needed to drive to DC for yet another business meeting and my front bumper partially falls off. Now, that was funny! So, she plays her little jokes on me, not out of spite, but to constantly remind me that she’s in charge so I’d better keep my nose clean.

And since I believe in a supreme goodness, I also have to believe in supreme evil, else how can I determine and measure the value of goodness unless I have something to measure it against. And since I do believe in a supreme evil, I’ve given this a lot of thought too. For me, evil comes in essentially two forms. There are evil spirits, pranksters, his foot soldiers, bad to the bone, willing and capable of doing and causing terrible things with all the tools of their trade, save one, only one, which is the only tool the evil one ever uses; the root cause of all evil. That tool is temptation.

Think about it. Think about it hard. Ponder this notion. Let it roll around in your thoughts. Dig deeply into the times when you were evil. Dig deep. And if you do, I think you’ll agree with me.

Take the seven deadly sins, for example. Proverbs 6:16-19 declares, “There are six things the LORD hates, seven that are detestable to him: 1) haughty eyes, 2) a lying tongue, 3) hands that shed innocent blood, 4) a heart that devises wicked schemes, 5) feet that are quick to rush into evil, 6) a false witness who pours out lies, and 7) a man who stirs up dissension among brothers.”

So, let’s take them one at a time and let’s begin with “Haughty eyes” or pride, snobbery and arrogance. Easy, we’re tempted to think more of ourselves than we do of others; racism certainly falls into this category. “A lying tongue”, again easy, we lie because we’re tempted to, because we’re weak and temporarily turn away from truth. We’re tempted to our own advantage and away from shame, instead of our own morality. “Hands that shed innocent blood”, murder, whether we’re trained as weapons of war, we do it out of passion, or to simply improve our material condition here on earth, the root cause is temptation. “A heart that devises wicked schemes”, “Devises”, need I say more? Likewise, temptation is the root cause of why we have “feet that are quick to rush into evil.” “A false witness who pours out lies”, is essentially the same as “A lying tongue.” and finally “A man who stirs up dissension among brothers” does this because he’s tempted to.

In all these cases, we do what we want to do and we want to do these things because we’re tempted to.

Okay, back to my ex friend. He did what he did because he was tempted to. His temptation, I’m sure began as a small grain of sand, a passing thought, a cancer cell that he chose not to cut away. That cell grew, bringing additional thoughts of desire, leading to planned, seemingly accidental opportunity, culminating in adultry, lying to his wife and losing my respect and friendship - forever.

So, here I sit, tempted with all my heart to hate and despise him, forever. Yet, I won’t. I refuse to be tempted. But, I will feel sorrow for him, his wife and the other woman, for his temptation has probably ruined all their lives, certainly their relationships.

And my God, well she’s smiling… just waiting for the next time when she’ll bat me around a little, ping-pong’ing me back and forth between her paws, knowing that I won’t unravel… and making me a better man in the process.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

What I Saw at the Healthcare Summit

“Good afternoon. I’m Joe Squawker. And welcome to the first annual healthcare face-off, pitting the Democrats against the dreaded Republicans. I’m joined in the booth today by my good friend and colleague, Dan Blather.”

“Thanks Joe, and yes, what an event we have for you today. On one side, the fact-challenged, emotional wet leftist blankets, the Democrats, lead, of course by the President of these United States, President Puff Huffnagle…”

“That’s right Dan, and on the conservative right, the Evil Empire of the known political world, the cold-hearted, emotionally-devoid and overly fact-laden Republicans, aptly lead by their leader Darth Vader!”

“Joe, I’m expecting a real knock down, drag out event here today…. Shhhh…. Here they come… taking their seats now… lots of smiles… evil intent showing on the Republicans… doe-eyed innocence on the faces of the Democrats... Okay, there’s President Huffnagle taking his seat…. We’re about to begin.”

“That’s right Dan… Jeez, I get a tingle running up and down my leg every time I hear the President speak…”

“Shhh…. The President’s about to begin…”

“Good afternoon. I’m glad all of you could make it today. As you know, we’re here to see if we can find common ground, to seek agreement, shared responsibility, bipartisanship, in short, a win-win situation, for the American people so that we can reduce the cost of run away healthcare spending and finally, provide decent, reliable healthcare coverage for all...”

“Dan, I’m feeling that tingle…”

“Me too Joe, me too! What an orator…”

“And without his teleprompter…”

“Yeah, he’s definitely brought his A game today…”

“…So even though we come from different ends of the political spectrum, I’m confident that with honesty and clarity of thought, we will achieve bipartisanship and reveal to the American people what’s truly in our hearts, a new and better America for all. Now, with that in mind, I’d like to turn the floor over to the Democratic senator from New York, Senator Whiner.”

“Thank you Mr. President. I’d like to read aloud to you a letter from one of my constituents that I feel, best describes the plight of so many Americans these days, a letter from Stumpy Owens.

Dear Sir,

I’m writing to you as you are now my last best hope. My twin brother served in Iraq, in a bomb disposal unit, until an IED exploded, blowing away his leg. After his discharge, he couldn’t deal with living back in normal society. That and dealing with his prosthetic leg…”

“Joe, a great opening… really plucking the ole’ emotional heart strings.”

“Yeah Dan, and the subtle references to ‘The Hurt Locker’ are very timely too.”

“…so he returned to Iraq, to his old unit, until it happened again. Another IED exploded and this time, blew away his arm. He was fitted with an artificial arm and shipped back to the states. But, he just couldn’t cope, particularly since his newly acquired prosthetic limbs, both on his right side, were never weighted properly. See, they were way too heavy, causing my brother to constantly walk in circles. Day after day, round and round he’d go, never reaching the mailbox at the end of his driveway instead, carving a perfect circle in the front yard, a perfect little NASCAR track. Then one night, he took off his artificial arm and leg, left them by the door, and hopped away, in a straight line. Nobody’s knows whatever happened to him. But we did find a note in that mailbox. He’d made it. He was free.

I carried on as best I could until one day, my arm and leg were torn away in a freak accident with a blender. I spent months recovering only to have my insurance company deny me coverage for my own set of artificial limbs. To this day, I’ve been using my brothers. But they’re not fitted properly and I have a difficult time using them. See, I’m four feet one. My brother had Marfan Syndrome and grew to be six foot six. I can’t take this situation anymore, constantly dragging these heavy prosthetic appendages around - in circles - all day long. Although, the longer reach does sometimes help when I’m shopping. But, be that as it may, I can no longer live like this. I’m putting the barrel of my forty-five into my mouth. Now I’mf going thue pull the twigger… BLAM!’

“Joe, what an opening! The raw emotion!”

“Yeah Dan, there’s not a dry eye on the Democratic side. Why, even the President’s balling like a sissy little school girl.”

“The Republicans seem to be unmoved, Joe. They’re just sitting there with their mouths wide open, all except Senator Darth Vader.”

“Yeah Dan, it’s tough to tell what his reaction is, I mean with that mask on who really knows.”

“Woooooosh, wishhhhh, wooooosh, wishhhhh, Mr. President, I would like to share a story of my own.”

“Sniffle, sniffle, yes Senator Vader, you have the floor.”

“Woooooosh, wishhhhh, wooooosh, wishhhhh, Mr. President, please call me Darth.”

“Sniffle, sniffle, Darth it is. Sniffle, sniffle…”

“Thank you Mr. President. Ladies and gentlemen, I have a true story of a healthcare success, based on the overwhelming power of capitalism and the free markets we have unleashed in the Empire. See, one day I found myself in mortal combat with my son, Luke; a very powerful Jedi in his own right. Luke, you see was always an obstinate lad, never listening to his father. I was trying to convince him to join me, to embrace the dark side. But Luke was Luke. We fought inside a power plant; sparks flying from our light sabers as they crashed into each other. Then, I saw my opening when after executing a perfect In Quartata, I executed a deadly Ballestra, cleaning sliced off his left hand. I watched as he tumbled off that cat walk, his severed hand tumbling after him like a sparrow chasing a hawk in a deadly death dive…”

“Dan, I just love it when Darth Vader waxes poetic.”

“Yeah Joe - me too. And his command of fencing terminology is really quite extraordinary! It’s a side we rarely see.”

“Darth?”

“Yes Mr. President.”

“You actually cut off your own son’s hand?”

“Mr. President, ah, my light saber slipped.”

“Uh huh…”

“May I continue?”

“Yes, by all means.”

“Thank you Mr. President….Where was I? Woooooosh, wishhhhh, wooooosh, wishhhhh… Oh yes. But Luke survived. And he was able to get a new replacement hand, based on our Nano technology and the power of the Midichloines. A hand better than the one he had before; all because he was able to afford inexpensive healthcare insurance. And we all know what being a Jedi pays these days… He was able to do this because we had unleashed the supreme power of capitalism and the free markets. Some time ago we deregulated our healthcare insurance industry. We allowed our slaves, uh, citizens of the Empire to purchase healthcare insurance beyond their own planets. We encouraged our slaves, uh, citizens to band together into healthcare cooperatives to negotiate the lowest prices possible. We enacted tort reform by limiting medical malpractice awards and implemented a loser pays system, the penalty for a frivolous lawsuit being death. And we required all insurance companies to accept everyone, regardless of any pre existing conditions. And as a result of our setting loose the dogs of the free market, everyone now has insurance, and malpractice suits have virtually disappeared. Woooooosh, wishhhhh, wooooosh, wishhhhh, Thank you Mr. President.”

“Joe. See? There you go; a powerful argument for a free market approach.”

“Yes Dan. I agree. The rest of the Republicans are smiling proudly.

“Okay… thank you Darth. Is the representative from San Diego ready? Ms. Peroxide?”

“Giggle, giggle, um, yes Mr. President.”

“You have the floor.”

“Um, cool, um, yeah, I’m Winsome Peroxide from San Diego and um, I want to share my own personal, um, and tragic healthcare experience. Um, this is also a true story, fer sure…

You see, um, I have, um, um, a bladder control problem… I know! Total bummer right? Um, anyway, my mother had the same problem and when she died, um, well, um, I found out that my insurance wouldn’t cover my Depends. They said it was a pre existing condition. Um, so I’ve been washing and reusing my mother’s ever since… Not cool! Fer sure! You might say I’ve become co Dependent! Giggle, giggle…”

“Woooooosh, wishhhhh, wooooosh, wishhhhh, Ms. Peroxide, why don’t you simply enroll in our congressional healthcare plan? It’s understandably much better than anything for the great unwashed, the general public, since we are the recognized leaders of the free world.”

“Um, giggle, can I do that? I mean, no fooling? Um, washing those Depends is a total bummer! Giggle, giggle.”

“Woooooosh, wishhhhh, wooooosh, wishhhhh, Twit!”

“Darth, let’s stay focused on why we’re here. The campaign’s over, so no more Republican talking points!”

“Sorry Mr. President.”

“Well Dan, there you have it. The President’s jumping ugly with Darth Vader!”

“Yeah Joe, I guess the force wasn’t with him on that one…”

“What did you think of the representative for San Diego’s tragic tale of woe?”

“Well Joe, I guess that depends…”

“Twit!”

“Representative Renfield, I believe you wanted to discuss the cost of this bill. Correct?”

“He-he, he-he, yessss, that’s correct Mr. President. He-he, he-he”

“Mr. Renfield, I just admonished your counterpart, Darth Vader for his use of Republican talking points. Must I admonish you for bringing in that huge stack of papers? It’s merely cheap stage craft.”

“He-he, he-he, Mr. President, this is the Democratic healthcare bill… he-he, he, he-he”

“Oh… Mr. Renfield, I can’t see you behind that mountain of paper. Show your self.”

“He, he-he, Should I peer around the side? Like this Mr. President? He-he”

“Ah, yes, there you are and your beady rat-like eyes. Very good, now what was it you wanted to talk about.”

“Mr. President, he-he, he-he, I’m concerned about the cost of this bill. He-he-he, I don’t think we can afford another trillion dollars given the projected size of the deficit. He he-he”

“What’s another trillion among friends? Besides, I inherited the worst financial situation since the great depression!”

“Woooooosh, wishhhhh, wooooosh, wishhhhh, Oh brother, here we go again…”

“He, he, he-he, But Mr. President, ten years of taxes to pay for only six years of coverage just doesn’t add up. And the taxes begin immediately. He-he, he-he.”

“New math Mr. Renfield, new math…”

“Pow! I’d have to give that one to Puffy. Wouldn’t you Joe?”

“I certainly would. New math, that’s a good one.”

“Mr. Renfield.”

“Yes Mr. President. He-he-he, he”

“Would you please do something about your glasses? Your constant pushing them back up is beginning to give me a headache.”

“He-he, he-he, Mr. President, what would you have me do. He he-he”

“Try placing a Breath Right across the bridge of your nose. That’ll keep your glasses from sliding down.”

“Yes! He-he, he-he, yes! That would do it. He he-he. Thank you Mr. President!”

“There you have it folks. The first real break though, a bipartisan break through! What do you think about that Joe?”

“I see the beginnings of a real foundation here. Yes sir, a real foundation…”

“Da, Comrade President, I vould like to go next.”

“Yes Karl, you may. All of you know Karl Max, the Democratic representative from Northern California, right. Good. Karl, the floor is yours.”

“Da, thank you comrade President. Fellow members of de Politburo, I vish to discuss a single payer system; like ve had in da old Soviet empire.”

“Woooooosh, wishhhhh, wooooosh, wishhhhh, No, capitalism is the only way to proceed. Let the free markets rule as we have done in the Empire! Why, through capitalism we’ve saved enough to begin rebuilding our Death Star!”

“Nein, nein, nein!”

“Yes, Republican representative Hitler?”

“Mien Fuher, ah, Mr. President, vi do vee vant to do tis? A communist single payer system has alveady been tried. It failed.”

“Da, it did not fail. Vee have learned.”

“Woooooosh, wishhhhh, wooooosh, wishhhhh, Comrade, it failed. Get over it!”

“Now hold on there Darth. Remember, the C-Span cameras are here.”

“Aw, I don’t think the President should have said that Joe.”

“How’s that Dan.”

“Well, I thought the President wanted put a face on Republican obstructionism.”

“I think old Puffy’s changed his tactic. I think he’s actually going for bipartisanship.”

“Hmm, you could be right.”

“Mien Fuhrer, ah Mr. President, may I vecommend a solution. Zee major problem is zat zee Left and Right disagree on a political philosophy. Ja, I propose vone that takes zee best of communism and capitalism, one that vill satisfy everyone.”

“Yes Representative Hitler, by all means tell us your solution.”

“Mien Fuhrer, Fascism!”

“Woooooosh, wishhhhh, wooooosh, wishhhhh, Fascism! Are you crazy?”

“Nein, vit’s not socialism and vat has been da major concern among you capitalists. Alvays worried vee’d turn into da Faderland. You Democrats on da left, and you Vepublicans on da vight. You know noding. Let me break out my interrogation lamp and shine a light on da ignorant minds. Most intellectuals consider Fascism to be on zee far vight of zee traditional left-vight political spectrum. Some intellectuals, however, argue dat Fascism has been influenced by both zee left and zee right — incorporating ideas from revolutionary syndicalists and proponents of vorkers' interests on zee left, and ideas of conversatives and opponents of class conflict on zee vight. You dunkoffs get the best of both vorlds.”

“Representative Hitler, where did you learn that?”

“Mien Fuhrer, from my book I vrote vile in prison. It is much better den zee stupid Communist Manisfesto or da silly Declaration of Invependence.”

“But Adolf, Fascism? That word has such a negative connotation.”

“Mien Fuhrer, you have already taken zee first steps by controlling zee automobile and finacial industries, just as I did. Mein Fuhrer, I am impressed.”

“We didn’t take them over. We’re merely working with them, as a team”

“Ja, just as I did vid Mercedes Benz, ja very goud. Ja, Fascism is zee answer.”

“Gentlemen, it sounds to me like we have a break through! But we can’t call it Fascism. No, the American public will never accept that term.”

“Mien Fuhrer, vee call it social-capitalism.”

“Yes, yes, that’s not exactly the definition I’d use. But, what the hell, we’re all closet progressives anyway, we’ll simply use the language of the masses… and ban all teaching of the actual definition of social-capitalism from our schools. We’ll also need to change the definition on Wikipedia. Yes, Fascism, uh, I mean social-capitalism is the way to go.”

“Da comrade President, but vee vill need to silence da Glenn Beck.”

“Already have a plan. We’ll simply take over, I mean work with all the major media. I mean they’re in financial trouble too. Why just look at CBS, ABC and the New York Times.”

“Woooooosh, wishhhhh, wooooosh, wishhhhh, Ah, Mr. President, we Republicans have a problem with this veccomdation, as my good friend Adolf would say.”

“What is it Darth?”

“Sir, we Republicans can’t be seen as supportive. No, the public still believes that we’re conservative; you know, Ronald Reagan and all that kind of stuff.”

“Da comrade Darth, you let da kat out of dee bag when you vouldn’t even support your comrade from Kentucky, who merely vanted to enforce comrade President’s Pay-As-Vou-Go rule.”

“Da, I mean yes, I never should have signed that. I mean really, who ever believed we’d actually do that anyway? PayAs-You-Go, what a bunch of hokum.”

“Woooooosh, wishhhhh, wooooosh, wishhhhh, None the less Mr. President, in order for us to regain our credibility, we must come out against your healthcare plan, even though we secretly support it, and the Fascist direction Herr Hitler vecommends. As you said, we’re all closet progressives.”

“Hmmm, okay, we’ll use Reconciliation. Agreed?”

“Da.”

“Ja.”

“You betch-ya! Thank you Mr. President. Woooooosh, wishhhhh, wooooosh, wishhhhh, But what about the details of your Fascist healthcare plan?”

“You mean my social-capitalistic healthcare plan. Look Darth, if we can agree on a political philosophy then it easily follows that we can seek an answer using that same philosophy. You and your boys just continue to pretend to disagree. I’ll handle the rest and soon the public will forget all about your little faux pas in not supporting your conservative brother from Kentucky.”

“Da comrade President, I agree.”

“Woooooosh, wishhhhh, wooooosh, wishhhhh, Me too, squeezy peasy, fresh and easy…”

“There you have it! A bipartisan break through! Joe, I can’t believe it!”

“Me either Dan, here I thought this was going to be nothing but a political stunt; something to sway public opinion to the Democratic side!”

“That’s right. But instead, we’re now going to have a new political ideology! A prefect win-win situation, if I do say so myself. The President has got to be feeling proud.”

“Yeah, and now that we’re all one party, I’m sure a unified version of healthcare can’t be far behind.”

“Long live bipartisanship!”

“Mien Fuhrer, zee C-Span cameras are still vunning. Zee public has seen everyding!”

“Crap! I wish I’d never made that campaign promise…”