Let me get this straight, people are up in arms that too many American citizens are dying because there is not enough affordable health care and now they are going to be upset that we aren't publically funding the death of human fetuses. Does that make sense to anyone out there?

Now is the time for NOW to endorse third parties that accede to a basic selection of objectives or else to form a new party.

Just think what it would be like today with a President Kucinich with Ralph Nader as Attorney General. That's what happened in one alternative American universe I sometimes visit. I can tell you, it's a pretty nice place what with free health care for all, no wars being fought, the Department of Peace spearheading US foreign policy, Tasers banned, Patriot Act is no more, corporate personhood is a thing of the past, elections are publicly funded, fraudulent banksters are all doing hard time, everyone has a decent paying job and the filthy rich are finally paying their fair share of taxes. But in this Universe the sheeple all fell into line and voted for the lesser of the two evils again while denouncing anyone who told them the truth. That's why I don't spend much time in this universe anymore.

Even though I posted my parody at another article, I will post it again because it represents how I feel (as many of my friends do) about the capitulation and morally repugnant "compromise" that the Democrats in Congress and OBAMA IN THE WHITE HOUSE have used to reach this watered-down, objectionable bill. I hope it doesn't pass, as is.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Senate,
Not a critter was honest, not even a Dem-mit,
The pork was all hung for the lobbyists with care,
In hopes that the citizens soon would not care.

The politicians were nestled all smug in their beds,
While visions of dollars danced in their heads.
The homeless in tents were fending a cold snap,
As Congress settled down to give us more crap.

When over the land there arose such a chatter,
That DC didn’t know what the hell was the matter,
Away to big biz they raced for more cash,
Tore apart peoples’ dreams, let’s hurry slapdash!

The goons on the right caused much of the woe,
But they had their enablers, one was named Joe.
Then, some were still hoping the prez would appear,
And take a strong stand that would cause a great cheer!

With a flick of his tongue, so lively and quick,
We knew in a moment his words were still slick.
So rapid was Rahm, there was more of the same,
Everything we got grew more and more lame.

"Now Baucus! now, Lincoln! now, Nelson and Snow!
On, Landrieu! On, Reid! on and on we can crow!”
At the top of their lungs! to the top of the hall!
“To hell with the voters, we make the call.”

As premiums rise like a wild hurricane fly,
Not an obstacle for them, for they are so sly,
So up to the hilt they continue to screw,
The American people into deeper doo-doo.

And though there’s an inkling, we’ve had quite enough,
They’ll continue to act like it’s all a great bluff,
For they’re moving ahead, not turning around,
They’re passing this bill though it’s very unsound.

They’re dressed in their finest, from head to their foot,
Their souls a bit tarnished, but they’ll stay put,
Because a bundle of pork they want to give back,
To corporate patrons who they need like more smack!

Their eyes, how they twinkle! Their laughter how merry!
They don’t give a damn if the people are wary!
Their slick little game all tied up with a bow,
They’ll continue to win because they get the dough.

When they’re out on the stump they lie through their teeth,
And hope we won’t know, they think we’re beneath,
Even as they act like the cunning Machiavelli,
We shake, and they laugh like a bowlful of jelly!

They’re clubby and smug, all full of them self,
They laugh, but we know it’s each man for himself!
They wink but don’t blink as they turn words on their head,
And continue to think they have nothing to dread.

They speak not a true word to voters, but work
For their corporate funders with whom they do smirk.
And lifting their finger aside of their nose,
They hope they will always smell like a rose!

They spring to their districts, to their states give a whistle,
And continue to fund wars like an unguided missile.
But, the day will soon come when the voters do fight,
And tell them “Get lost! Get out of our sight!”

Mail coat hangers to your senators.