On Inspiration

You know, one day soon I'm going to have to find a new source of inspiration for my humor, because the schtick of being jobless, penniless, sick and starving, and living with your mom is going to dry up.

I feel like those new days that come after start Monday when I register for benefits. Did you know companies will pay you for being sick? That's incredible.

On the up-side, I'm still going to be living with my mom, so I've got that going for me.

Alright, yeah, I've got red bedsheets, swords, lightsabers, toys, a lava lamp,
and comics, but the lava lamp is in my closet and I would never bring
a girl over without hiding my ABC logo.

Another Reason Someone Is Going to Oppose Gay Marriage

Via the BBC.

Somewhere, someone is seeing the continued healthy existence of more gay people as a negative ramification of marriage equality.

Personally, I like to see it as alleviating part of the burden placed on government funded clinics and an already over-taxed health care system.

But what do I know? Besides gay people, married people, doctors, and accountants, I mean.

On Health Care

I don't usually complain about insane bureaucracy and horrible paradoxes or catch-22's when it comes to government programs. Frankly, I expect as much. Oh sure, I'll still rage rage against the dying of the light when it comes to actually deciding how that insane bureaucracy is run, but for the most part I tend to simply try to avoid the federal government.

Example: I paid my taxes this year. All 93¢ I owed.

Yes, it might have been more fun to waste hundreds of dollars in man hours forcing the IRS to come audit me, then causally tossed a dollar at my poor auditor and told him to keep the change, but I did legitimately owe the government 93¢. Plus, it's just as funny and spiteful to make them go through the all the regular work for such a paltry sum while I kick back and do nothing. (I'm lazy. Sue me.)


But sadly, sometimes I experience the bureaucracy in a way where I can't win or spite anyone and that makes me sad. See, I'm trying to get myself some health insurance.

Since I'm a writer I am self-employed and thus do not get medical coverage through my employer.

As I've yet to complete or sell what I am currently writing, I am technically also unemployed, an interesting dichotomy.

Moreover, since I've been "unemployed" for more than a year now, I cease to qualify for cheap health care from the state.


Essentially I am too rich to be forced to work and too poor for good health care. Additionally I am too healthy for emergency care but too fragile for an immortality exemption.

I mean I could easily get a part-time job and re-qualify for the cheap state care, but I'd really much rather sleep past noon every day and just be a famous author. With immortality. And maybe a cool haircut.

On Health Care Reform

Well, it's official.

Barring completely possible fowl-ups, my country has signed law to give nearly everyone affordable health care.

But what does this really mean for me, the out of work college graduate with an arts degree?

Thankfully, The Washington Post tells me what I've been wondering:

Yes, it's gratifying to see the words "You will not be penalized."

It almost makes up for having to tell The Washington Post that I already have no insurance and earn $0 per year.


On the up-side, they can't fine me for not having insurance if I'm too poor to buy insurance.

"While I Do Not Agree With What You Say, I Will Kick and Scream Until You Stop Talking"

I was legitimately outraged today by politics, something that usually does not happen because I have a very nice, small social circle that generally agrees with everything I say.

However the one thing I can't abide, in any field of study, is the willfully ignorant controlling any situation by means of domineering, bullying and just generally talking over the voices of reason until they can't hear dissenting opinions anymore.

Here, for example, we see a crowd of Tea Party douchebags heckle a health care advocate who, according to the sign he holds, has Parkinson's disease.

Allow me to repeat that. Tea Party members are filmed here jeering a man with a costly, crippling disease:



Now I can't prove that this man has sat down on the ground because his increasingly painful and debilitating disease has put him into a small fit whereby he decided he must sit for fear of injury by fall, nor could I prove he's brought to tears by a bunch of assholes in chinos throwing dollar bills into his face while he suffers immobile.

All I'm saying is there's a flaw in your logic when you tell a disabled man he needs to work for his medical coverage.

Sure, I suppose he could put those tremors to good use and get a job mixing paint down at Home Depot, but of course then he could pay for the medicine that controls his tremors.

Then his performance at work slips and suddenly he's out of a job and can't afford his medication. His tremors come back, which would actually help him get his job back if he hadn't just been fired for starting out great and then doing a really shitty job all of a sudden. Now no one will give him a good reference and he looses his house and has to go on Medicaid, which gives him three generic ibuprofen a day and a bottle of Pediasure.

I swear, I'd be all for gutting and hanging stupid people who disagree with me if I didn't have all these hang-ups about protecting the weak and teaching the uneducated and guaranteeing every dissenting opinion the right to shout its idiocy from the rooftops.


And now, just so we don't have to discuss actually doing anything to improve politics, here's a palate cleanser:



…and now you have cholera.