First, do no harm. Second, Co-burn in hell.

[captainsblog]

Ground control to Doctor Tom,
Ground control to Doctor Tom,
Take Big Pharma's pills, put your true colors on

(Ten) Ground control to Doctor Tom (Twenty, thirty)
Debate is ending, the vote is on (forty, fifty)
Check for cloture and may God's wrath be with you
(Sixty, blastoff!)

I'd thought I'd seen the callous, cynical worst of the Republicants on this debate. Using every procedural trick in the book to delay the inevitable. Lying about and exaggerating provisions of the bill to turn it into a Scare Grandma horror show (as opposed to the Scare Everybody debacle that the status quo is). Worst, on the eve of passage, selling out the adult population of this country for four full years, when insurers can use rescission and outright denial to keep the neediest of Americans from coverage. But not for the churlins- their pre-existing conditions will be ignored as of the effective date. Turning the health of the largest and most productive segment of our population into a commodity, bought and sold on the Senate floor.  What could be worse than that, Senator Doctor Tom Coburn?

You could, sir. You could come out and wish harm on your colleagues, calling on your supporters to pray that one of the 60 Democrats would miss the overnight crucial vote.

Naturally, you deny that you meant any harm by it. Just that a napping liberal (such a lazy bunch, we are) would miss the snooze button and just not show up on the floor in time.

Not every gun-nut teabagger would see such limits in your sentiment, though. It would only take one to only take one. And that, if not what you meant, is certainly what you could have caused.

So let me be more specific and unambiguous about my feelings for you, Doctor. Whose oath was hypocritic rather than Hippocratic:

Die. In a fire. Feel the pain on your entire body that my wife has felt on her hands for the past week. Which she could not have afforded to treat if President Obama hadn't tamed the Bush administration's snake called COBRA and given us the financial ability to pay for it.

And after that pain passes, you son of a bitch, I'll see you in hell. Where, I promise you, I will have a better room.

Comments

[liddle-oldman.livejournal.com]

I've been reading Molly Iven's last book, and just about now I'm ready to start hanging legislators on lamposts. Right beside the bankers garlanded in their own intestines.

Grrr!

[digitalemur.livejournal.com]

Thank you. That was glorious.

[bktheirregular]

Doesn't the Wiccan creed state that whatever you wish upon others, let it be visited upon you threefold?

(And when you called the allegedly-honorable Mr. Coburn (I refuse to dignify him by acknowledging the doctorate) "sir", I think some of your spittle traveled through the transatlantic fiber lines, through my ethernet cable, and hit me in the face.)

(I don't bear you any ill will for that, though.)

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

In that case, let Coburn wake up tomorrow morning with one-third of a penis.

Preferably the middle third.

[bktheirregular]

Sorry, didn't mean to criticize - I was referring to Coburn's wishes about Byrd, and I was so spitting mad that the other interpretation completely slipped my mind...

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

No offense taken. I just want to cover all the bases.

[elbiesee.livejournal.com]

Way to make our my state look fucking classy, Coburn.

*cringes, pulls shirt over head in embarrassment*

[headbanger118.livejournal.com]

Good God, Cap'n. You have some rather strong feelings about what I saw as a rather innocuous comment from a guy that pretty much saw the handwriting on the wall. I'm not sure I wouldn't have said or prayed the same thing: doesn't mean I wanted anyone to die a fiery death. This post kinda shocked me cap'n, but I'm going to tell myself that you don't want anyone to actually die in a fire. That maybe, just maybe, you are letting off steam, kinda like Dr. Coburn.