Who thinks Election 2010 will be fair and will not essentially bought by special interests adverse to our nation?
Doomed! The short version.
Ask yourself: Why do our leaders set policies based solely on lies?
Why we need the old, dinosaur elite media: So when Wikileaks dumps a load of records about the failure that is Beloved Leader and the Republicans’ Iraq liberation, someone can put the focus on Wikileaks’ chief instead of the substantive revelations, right, Times? (Of course, the Times repeatedly put Judy Miller’s patent, deliberate misreporting on the front page….)
Retard, asshole and pig: Juan Williams. Good only for preaching to crazies.
Doctors can be really stupid. Parse this: Medical malpractice premiums are out of whack because of the insurers’ greed, not lawsuits (repeat: not lawsuits; not lawsuits), and especially not frivolous lawsuits (no reliable proof of that being a problem, ever; latest is here). The doctors’ solution: unnecessary ass-covering gratuitous, unnecessary tests — which could per se be malpractice by being, you know, unnecessary invasive tests. In other words: Protect yourself from malpractice by committing malpractice. Still, they’re the guys who know best. (Link.) Meanwhile, malpractice reform fails to do what it was supposed to do and attract doctors. (A discussion of the reasons for the American Healthcare Fail start here.) Far more about tort “deform” — you know, the Republican and Big Business’ policy of preventing you from getting warranted redress so the courts are free for Big Business’ abusive, frivolous suits — is here. Reminder: The freed0m-loving Teabaggers are pro-tort deform (til they feel a need to sue someone, I suppose). Surprised? (Note: Somewhere amongst these links is also the conundrum: Ass-covering “unnecessary” tests at times reveal theretofore unknown conditions in need of treatment. Typical of the modern conservative: A mistaken solution to a non-existent problem.)
That was then, and what made America great:
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Love the song: