TAC discovers Obamacare!
Not a day after that pants-on-fire lying liar Keith had the temerity to claim that not even a glancing bird-dropping mention of Obamacare stained the TAC web site but whuddya know, the green fairy of inspiration miraculously lurches to its feet and prompts Our Working Boy to phone in a post on that very topic, an issue obscured in the world as it has been these last several weeks by, well, anything else it was remotely possible to write about. And what a comprehensively perfunctory roundup it was, too!
In a sulking voice that could only be more taciturn if it were begrudgingly grunting out a response above a week's worth of whiskey and wildebeest-impacted piles, Reporter Rod finally reveals all to those dozens of us who previously had no clue:
The perfect storm of mistrust. Intentionally or not, Obama misled people to get this thing passed, and his team constructed a failed website that they cannot fix in a timely way. You can gripe about GOP knotheadedness, but these problems of Obama’s are entirely self-inflicted.
OMG! Could this be true? O. M. G.
And then, like the Roadrunner.....Meep-meep-okay-boss-I-did-like-you-said-now-lemme-outa-here-and...mercifully, mercifully back to Paris.
Beautiful, carefree Paris, where life forever trickles through a sugar cube. As it should.
He certainly did go through the motions on that Obamacare piece. It also sounds like it was written by a guy who has a wife who manages all those messy adult things for the family, like buying health insurance.
ReplyDeleteP.S. But a piece in which he has a difference of opinion with Ta-Nehisi Coates about what it is like to walk through the Luxembourg Gardens? O, the tension -- what'll happen next?
P.P.S. This passage has to be replicated for the gang here, if for no other reason than to spare them going to that Paris piece:
Why do I feel more at home shopping for groceries at the Monoprix on the rue de Rennes than I do shopping for groceries in my own hometown? I don’t want to feel this way, but I do. My "is" is messing with my "ought", my reality with my idealism.
RD: Why do I feel more at home shopping for groceries at the Monoprix on the rue de Rennes than I do shopping for groceries in my own hometown? I don’t want to feel this way, but I do.
ReplyDeleteGood grief, who takes this guy seriously anymore?
I guess perceptive people could give any number of possible answers. Here are a few I could think of:
1. You're an inveterate narcissist.
2. You're completely nuts.
3. You're a fake and the question is meaningless.
4. You're a bore and we really don't care.
I imagine that Keith can come up with some other creative possibilities.
Why, Oengus, anyone in dire need of a dependably fabulous fabulist, like that adjunct professor of Snoid at Kipper College, who desperately needs something to fill the 15 minutes until the intimidating Miss Zed, the secretary the temp agency sent over this morning, the one who decided not to wear a bra today, the one who even though she deleted his syllabus first thing continues to make steely, smirking eye contact with him while hinting at a piercing somewhere down in her lap, finally goes to lunch and he can rifle her file drawer for the printed copy he's sure is in there somewhere without having to ask her directly himself. Paris, the Amalfi Coast - even the Erie Canal sound like relaxing alternatives to dealing with her...exothermic Zedness. Until lunchtime for Mizz Z, thanks to Dreher he can temporize by debating the proper usage of hoi polloi with like-minded banal souls. Now multiply him by 6,000.
DeleteSpeaking of fabulous fabulists, more on how Dreher is Obama's shape-shifting brother from another mother.
Here's local Homeboy Dreher, keeping it real with the non-commenters of Dogpatch in his post Buying Local And Casting The First Stone:
Ask Tom McVea if he ever shops in Zachary, New Roads, or Baton Rouge. Of course he does. We all do, just as we all shop in St. Francisville. I buy my groceries at both local grocery stores, and LeBlanc's, and Whole Foods, and the farmer's market. It just depends. So what?
Thass right, unh-huh. We're all locals here, bro'. You 'n me. See you at LeBlanc's, now. Solid.
Until - presto! - as Pik quoted, Shapeshifter Boy molts and there's a very different Dreher uplifting the Beta-Minuses of American academia:
Why do I feel more at home shopping for groceries at the Monoprix on the rue de Rennes than I do shopping for groceries in my own hometown?
Why indeed. A question powerfully without an answer, a question powerfully without even a raison d'etre, but mercifully the only thing now standing between Adjunct Professor Snoid and his creeping thoughts about Miss Zed and her lap piercing.
Keith
Keith: "Beautiful, carefree Paris, where life forever trickles through a sugar cube. As it should."
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, "trickles through a sugar cube." For those who didn't get what Keith was alluding to, refer to this and this and this.
Keith: "…the green fairy of inspiration miraculously lurches to its feet and prompts Our Working Boy…"
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of Green Fairies , I am reminded of this one.