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Obamas Health Care Explained

A group of jubilant individuals celebrating the successful passing of the
recent health care bill. I could not finish my breakfast. This is what
ensued:

They were a diverse group of several races and both sexes. I heard the
young man exclaim, “isn’t Obama like Jesus? I mean, after all, he is
healing the sick.” The young woman enthusiastically proclaimed, “Yeah,
and he does it for free. I cannot believe anyone would think that a free
market would work for health care. They are all crooks and thieves and
don’t deserve all of that money.” Another said, ‘The stupid Republicans
want us all to starve to death so they can inherit all of the power.
Obama should be made a Saint for what he did for those of us less
fortunate.”

At this, I had had enough.
I arose from my seat, mustering all the restraint I could find, and
approached their table. “Please excuse me; may I impose upon you for one
moment?” They smiled and welcomed me to the conversation. I stood at the
end of their table, smiled as best I could and began an experiment.

“I would like to give one of you my house. It will cost you no money and
I will pay all of the expenses and taxes for as long as you live there.
Anyone interested?” They looked at each other in astonishment. “Why
would you do something like that?” asked a young man, “There isn’t
anything for free in this world.” They began to laugh at me, as they did
not realize this man had just made my point. “I am serious, I will give
you my house for free, no money what so ever. Anyone interested?” In
unison, a resounding “Hell Yeah” fills the room.

“Since there are too many of you, I will have to make a choice as to who
receives this money free bargain.” I noticed an elderly couple was
paying attention to the spectacle unfolding before their eyes, the old
man shaking his head in apparent disgust. “I tell you what; I will give
it to the one of you most willing to obey my rules.” Again, they looked
at one another, an expression of bewilderment on their faces. The perky
young woman asked, “What are the rules?” I smiled and said, “I don’t
know. I have not yet defined them. However, it is a free home that I
offer you.” They giggled amongst themselves, the youngest of which said,
“What an old coot. He must be crazy to give away his home. Go take your
meds, old man.” I smiled and leaned into the table a bit further. “I am
serious, this is a legitimate offer.” They gaped at me for a moment.

“Hell, I’ll take it you old fool. Where are the keys?” boasted the
youngest among them. “Then I presume you accept ALL of my terms then?” I
asked. The elderly couple seemed amused and entertained as they watched
from the privacy of their table. “Oh hell yeah! Where do I sign up?” I
took a napkin and wrote, “I give this man my home, without the burden of
financial obligation, so long as he accepts and abides by the terms that
I shall set forth upon consummation of this transaction.” I signed it
and handed it to the young man who eagerly scratched out his signature.
“Where are the keys to my new house?” he asked in a mocking tone of
voice. All eyes were upon us as I stepped back from the table, pulling
the keys from pocket and dangling them before the excited new homeowner.

“Now that we have entered into this binding contract, witnessed by all
of your friends, I have decided upon the conditions you are obligated to
adhere from this point forward. You may only live in the house for one
hour a day. You will not use anything inside of the home. You will obey
me without question or resistance. I expect complete loyalty and
admiration for this gift I bestow upon you. You will accept my commands
and wishes with enthusiasm, no matter the nature. Your morals and
principles shall be as mine. You will vote as I do, think as I do and do
it with blind faith. These are my terms. Here are your keys.” I reached
the keys forward and the young man looked at me dumb founded.

“Are you out of your freaking mind? Who would ever agree to those
ridiculous terms?” the young man appeared irritated. “You did when you
signed this contract before reading it, understanding it and with the
full knowledge that I would provide my conditions only after you
committed to the agreement.” Was all I said. The elderly man chuckled as
his wife tried to restrain him. I was looking at a now silenced and
bewildered group of people. “You can shove that stupid deal up you’re
a** old man, I want no part of it” exclaimed the now infuriated young
man. “You have committed to the contract, as witnessed by all of your
friends; you cannot get out of the deal unless I agree to it. I do not
intend to let you free now that I have you ensnared. I am the power you
agreed to. I am the one you blindly and without thought chose to enslave
yourself to. In short, I am your Master.” At this, the table of
celebrating individuals became a unified group against the unfairness of
the deal.

After a few moments of unrepeatable comments and slurs, I revealed my
true intent. “What I did to you is what this administration and congress
did to you with the health care legislation. I easily suckered you in
and then revealed the real cost of the bargain. Your folly was in the
belief that you can have something you did not earn; that you are
entitled to that which you did not earn; that you willingly allowed
someone else to think for you. Your failure to research, study and
inform yourself permitted reason to escape you. You have entered into a
trap from which you cannot flee. Your only chance of freedom is if your
new Master gives it unto you. A freedom that is given can also be taken
away; therefore, it is not freedom.” With that, I tore up the napkin and
placed it before the astonished young man. “This is the nature of your
new health care legislation.”



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