American Cartoonists Meet The Republican "Healthcare" Scam Head On, Part 2
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-by Noah
One of the most famous episodes of Rod Serling’s The Twilight Zone deals with a malevolent race of aliens who land here on Earth and seemingly promise a utopian future. They bring promises of advance technologies and cures for disease. All we earthlings have to do in exchange is send some of us humans to their planet while some aliens set up home here. All sounds hunky-dory. Peace! Brotherhood! A brilliant future for all!
The lead or head alien ambassador is an alien right out of central casting. He’s 9 feet tall and has a classic enlarged cranium area that presumably houses his expanded mental powers. He even carries with him, a gift, a book entitled To Serve Man! How wonderful! How glorious! They have our best interests at heart! What nice people these aliens are!
Naturally, a certain number of gullible earthlings blindly flock to the spaceships that will convey them to the utopian planet of their dreams, while our best translators work on deciphering the gift that is To Serve Man.
To Serve Man, of course, turns out to be a cookbook. All those who have boarded the ships are doomed to be a succulent feast on the home planet dinner tables of the aliens.
I didn’t catch that alien ambassador’s name, and, while he certainly doesn’t look like Messrs. Trump, McConnell, and Ryan, he might as well be a conglomeration of all three and the rest of the Republican Party. Put a Make America Great Again hat on his domed alien head. That makes as much sense as Senor Trumpanzee wearing one.
The Trumpcare plans for what those of both parties in Washington like to condescendingly call ordinary Americans aren’t much different than the plans of their fictitious un-human, inhuman alien brothers seen on The Twilight Zone.
The only difference between the plans of Serling’s fictitious aliens and Trumpcare is that, at least as far as we know, Republicans don’t plan on cooking and eating us after they kill us all. A month ago, an earlier version of their plan earmarked 22 million Americans for poor health, disease, and death by stealing away their health insurance so they could give away a trillion dollars of our hard-earned taxpayer dollars to their wealthy friends and corporate benefactors. That handout is really what Trumpcare is all about. Calling it a healthcare plan is just an uber-cynical and deceptive marketing ploy. To this day, even the so-called liberal media insists on calling this republican plan a healthcare plan when it is nothing of the sort. Trumpcare is the Republican Party’s To Serve Man.
With all of this in mind, and yet another McConnell-decreed Trumpcare vote coming up this week, I thought it appropriate to do a Part 2 of my late June post bout what America’s cartoonists have to say about Trumpcare, especially, since the latest version of Trumpcare now earmarks not 22 million but now 32 million Americans for misery; fat lot the mass-murderers of the Republican Party care, but, hey, death and misery is what the Republican Party is all about, and best at. If this vote fails, expect yet another new version. Do I hear 42 million! How about 52 Million!
Here are some of the latest cartoons on the subject:
Labels: cartoons, Trumpcare, Twilight Zone
posted by DownWithTyranny @ 9:00 PM
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Thanks Noah. The third to last cartoon reminded me of my (failed) back surgery in 2012. I asked for an itemized bill and discovered that the rip-off croakers at Cedars-Sinai Hospital in LA were charging $30 for one painkilling pill.
I'm a card-carrying member of the Democratic Socialists Of America, but I'm getting redder by the day. I increasingly doubt that capitalism is reformable.
"Are you now or have you ever been...?"
Yes.
It's too bad that the cartoonists haven't figured out that the loss of health care by 10s of millions is only PARTLY due to indifference/hate.
It's always really only been a way to give billionaires and corporations a trillion dollars in tax cuts by eliminating Medicaid with a few dollars from eliminating the obamneycare taxes. The insurance losses beyond Medicaid are kind of subjective depending on how much insurance companies and phrma raise premia and prices and who they refuse to cover.
As such, and the exact numbers being unpredictable by the CBO, the numbers will almost surely go far beyond 22/23 million. It'll be more likely 50 million within 5 years as the insurance companies decide who (elderly and pre-existing) and how much to gouge.
Recalling that in all legend lay a kernel of fact, reading the fabrications koran, bible, and torah in larger, historical context with other fabrications lain down in stone it is in fact quite easy to afford “Intelligent Design” a measure of credibility. When chariots with wheels of fire flitting about, vast arks propelling the seeds of life across vast empty spaces, and fathers asking of their wives “be this my son, or that of a “giant?” are lain aside the physical record it isn’t all that far fetched to supposit that at some point in the past half-million years extra-terrestrial travelers – for whatever reason: pure science, sheer boredom, desperate survival, or profit – genetically interfered with the development of the proto-humans they found roaming the savannahs of Northern and Western Africa. Not only are we but fleas agitating the hide of a far greater organism, but some bastard’s abandoned science project, if not cattle, as well. Wrap the twelve percent of your brain you use around that.
This notion that the bastard is going to come back and rescue us… that as the blood of our adolescent squabbles over whose imaginary dog has the bigger dick rises to the horses’ bridle will come floating down out of the sky on a white horse with a thousand angels to carry away the chosen few, the faithful… Who are these “Chosen People”, these “faithful”? The genetically purest cattle (or pigs, as it is)? More accurately: just who do they think they are? Get this straight, these “Chosen People”, these “faithful”, can destroy the world – burn the forests, chop down the mountains, turn the air we breath into toxic gas and waters we drink into vast garbage reservoirs… can
drop their fucking bombs and burn the screaming babies
and at the last moment, the moment the world is utterly destroyed, after the bloodbath, some spectral being with whom they’ve entered into some kind of “special” contractual obligation is going to float down out of the sky and carry them away.
Uh-huh. To what?
Far the more likely thousands upon thousands of cavernous spacecraft, vast slaughter-houses piloted by ravenous vaguely reptilian creatures, replete with horns and folked tail, intent not as benevolent overseers of the demise of this world and our current iteration in human evolution and our children’s evolution onto the next iteration of humanity but as ravenous reptilian creatures… you know, hungry lizards.
We did, afterall, invite them to “Come Eat!”
Not just that, but "Take of my body and eat in remembrance of me".
Can Soylent Green be far off?
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