You can’t read a lot of Ken Kesey, because there isn’t a lot to read. Sometimes, though, one of the few swings you take hits it over the wall.
Of course, I can anticipate your reaction of “Who the hell is Ken Kesey?” If I had mentioned the title of Kesey’s fab opus, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, there would be a resounding chorus of “Yeah….yeah…I saw that movie.” Such is our current American dilemma. We see the movie, and we miss the point. More than two hours at any given forum and the figits start rolling elevens and betting them hard. We need a cigarette. We need to text and twitter. We need, need, need and we miss the gravy of life in our wantings.
Kesey’s character MacMurphy, criminal inmate turned asylum inmate, isn’t really nuts. He’s just faking it. He is, however, certain that he is about to encounter a veritable circus of loonies when he first enters the asylum. Applying the boorish prison logic that, after a lifetime in and out of state facilities, he has surely developed, he enters our story with a demand. He demands to know,
“Who’s the bull goose looney, here?”
The bull goose looney? Is that the toughest looney, or the looniest looney, or the senior looney? Whichever, no one in the tale steps up to take the title.
Enter “America’s Affordable Health Choices Act,” the latest in socialist shenanigans from our loving overlords. The tug-at-your-heartstrings tagline for this great endeavor is something like “Every American deserves healthcare.” You can insert any palaver you like there. You can call it “No child left behind,” or you can paint every damn thing with a broad brush ala Hillary Clinton and just say “It’s for the children.” Simple as slipping your grandkid a Mars bar when your daughter is on the phone with Wachovia trying to save the house.
Except this is a $544,000,000 Mars bar. I’ve done the calculations. That’s a Mars bar the size of Providence, Rhode Island. Did I mention that you’ll be paying for the Mars bar? It’s for the kids. Feel better now? No one stepped forward when MacMurphy inquired about the bull goose looney. Here’s my candidate:
I won’t go into the figures on this debacle. You can read them for yourself, they’re everywhere. Do you think your representatives will be reading it? All 1008 pages of it? That’s the size of the recent draft of this bloated nightmare. Does anyone remember how many pages the bailout provision this team cooked up was? Your representatives didn’t read that one, either. I guess it’s easier for them to see the movie. It’s a long book, and, honey, I’m tired. You’re paying the salaries of these representatives who insist that you pay for their notions of a “better” America. You do know that, right? You pay for EVERYTHING.
Socialized medicine will provide poor care for the few at the expense of the many. Most of these few are in our country illegally, and they should be given a sack lunch and a bus ride home. That’s a tale for another day, however.