I have begun to feel more and more like poor Charlie Brown in the Halloween classic who gets nothing but a rock in his trick or treat bag. I say it's time for mature women to stand up and demand our "fair share" from Barack Obama's health care goodie bag.
I'm told repeatedly by the left and their eloquent spokeswoman, Sandra Fluke, that I must help pay for their birth control under Obamacare. I have no need of that handout, but hey, a face lift and boob job would be nice.
Ms. Fluke has bemoaned the financial hardship imposed on students at the prestigious Georgetown Law School in paying for their own birth control. Well, Miss Fluke, it would create a financial hardship for me to pay for the lifting of my face and boobs, but do I hear you out there championing my cause be implemented as part of our marvelous new health care plan? No, all I got was a death panel.
Under Obamacare, insurance companies are being forced to provide surgery for the lost souls suffering from gender identity. I know what gender I am. I just want it enhanced, but does anyone care? No, I got a death panel.
For years I have been forced to pay the medical bills of the illegals that have flooded into my country. They aren't undocumented citizens as some now refer to them in order not to hurt their feelings. They are illegals. The current occupier of the White House vigorously champions their plight. Is Mr. Obama concerned with my plight? Nope, he gave me a pill and a death panel.
One would think that Nancy Pelosi, having availed herself of a few procedures, would understand the need for, and benefits of, including this uplifting surgery in Obamacare. Has she made arrangements for my testimony on Capitol Hill? No, she arranged my death panel.
I'm tired of hearing about the Republican assault on women, the poor, the undocumented, and the 99%. Obamacare is a liberal assault on seniors, but heck, I got my very own death panel.
