And there’s no time for the man who has sung his bar/…and there’s no time for the man called Czar
I hope Jesse doesn’t feel scooped if I recount a conversation we had earlier today, translated from IM-speak:
Seriously, I wouldn’t have thought it would be possible to make a worse suggestion for what-we’re-apparently-now-calling-health-care-czar than a guy whose one qualification is that he managed to restrain his veto pen while governing as a Republican in Massachussetts, but I’ll be damned if someone didn’t go ahead and float the guy who put the final nail in Hillarycare.
(I’ve often tried to imagine how my life might be different if I’d had government-paid healthcare available to me, during my times of low income, since my freshman year of college*. I don’t usually get very far, since uncontrollable sobbing and by-the-quart whiskey drinking seems to interfere with imaginative thought processes.)
* And – trust me on this – you really don’t want to get into a pissing match with me about the glories of our current health system as compared to universal health care – with mandated coverage and out-of-pocket maximums, no less!