Who is this Grinch that I’m talking about? It’s none other than the dictator running America: Barack Obama.
You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch,
You really are a heel!
You’re as cuddly as a cactus,
You’re as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch.
You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
I don’t normally do political discourses, but I’ve been wanting to get this written for a while. Getting back to the matter, Dr. Seuss would agree with me. Obama is a grinch. Let’s see. He has given us a gift that this country is still trying to pay off. The “Affordable Care” Act worth trillions. This has not only bankrupt the economy but has greatly stagnated job growth. Because of the stringent rules regarding the requirements for “free healthcare”, companies are required by law to give “full time” employees healthcare, even if they don’t want to. Too bad! Our communist dictator declared it law, so it has to be done!
What is defined as full-time? According to the Act, it is a mere “30 hours a week”. Really? Last time I checked, full-time was 40 hours or more a week. This was clearly done to as many businesses as possible shackled to this terrible monstrosity.
You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart’s an empty hole!
Your brain is full of spiders,
You’ve got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch.
I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
Now Obama didn’t make a mistake here. This was clearly strategy from the beginning. This plan was designed to weaken the infrastructure of this country. Yeah. Millions of people have free healthcare. But at what cost? Trillions with a T. Because of AFA, most businesses think twice about hiring any new employees. So with that being the case, perfectly qualified candidates like me can’t get into these businesses. They can’t fully employee these new employers. Can’t give them more than 30 hours. Or we would have to feed into the hands of the tyrannical government that is looming over us.
You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile!
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch.
Given the choice between the two of you
I’d take the seasick crocodile!
And I don’t think the seasick crocodile could be cured in our rebooted healthcare system. With a crowded waiting room and overworked doctors, I think that the croc would croak before it got the care that it needed.
It’s starting to happen. With this AFA nonsense in effect, my hours have been cut at work. How am I supposed to live off of 29.5 hours a week? Even if I were to get a better job elsewhere, I would be stuck with the AFA restraint. They could hire me, but I could not exceed the stupid AFA quota.
I don’t know about you, but I would rather work one job, instead of two or three to make ends meet. The bureaucrats, of course, would never even bat an eye at this. With their $100,000+ a year and their own healthcare, why should they even care about the middle class? Why should it even concern them?
You’re a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You’re a nasty wasty skunk!
Your heart is full of unwashed socks,
Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch.
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote:
“Stink! Stank! Stunk!”
It is matters like this which is the very reason why I don’t make these political rants anymore. Why I stopped “Walker on Politics”. The world is full of frustrating and depressing things in politics that I just don’t have the stomach to talk about on a daily basis.
Stink! Stank! Stunk! He ruined our healthcare and has weakened our military. When Paris was attacked, he didn’t even go. Yup France. That’s the kind of politician that we have in America, and I’m gravely sorry about it. Je suis désolé!
You’re a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You’re the king of sinful sots!
Your heart’s a dead tomato splotched
With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch.
Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled up knots!
But fortunately, this matter will end on a note of hope. In spite of the economic situation, God is in control. He knows where we all are financially and knows where I am. He knows my efforts, and if you’re experiencing this with me, he knows yours. He has a plan for us all, and I will keep praying that it will come to pass. If we look up beyond the clouds, we will always see the sun.
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
With a nauseous super “naus!”
You’re a crooked dirty jockey,
And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch.
You’re a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce!
If Obama’s heart could grow like it did with the Grinch, maybe we would see some positive changes in this country. But I don’t see any of this happening so far. But if it does, that would be, like the Christmas special, a Christmas miracle.
Today’s high is going to be 48 degrees and the silver lining is getting a thoughtful entry written.
To those of you who are treading the stagnant economic swamp like I am, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.
Muse: Will the story arc continue tomorrow? I’ll be waiting!