…the Insurance companies' iron grip must go...and it won't.

But it should GO….if there truly remains a legislative branch not tied to marionette

strings, popping and sliding the creaking wooden floors of some macabre soundstage

on the dark side of your worst medical nightmares and my worst theoretical daydreams

near the peak distorted revenue streams that haunt each and everyone of us who…think

therefore we are…far from okay with a good lot of this that pokes at us from higher up!

Who do we want to challenge to take a hard line at this from a so-called noble position?

If there is a so-called good position to be had anymore, then let her/him stand & be heard.

What congressperson, what senator, what teacher, lawyer, doctor, student, warrior, judge?

If something is so broken that only the chosen few can know prosperity, then are we not

run?  & even the cloak & dagger ilk, no matter how hopeless a romantic corps, need take

account: Was it not the poetic notions of the whole that drove men to risk all life & limb?

But, what I figure it really comes down to is something I learned recently while reading a

book, a friend recommended, called “A Man in Full” by Tom Wolfe. …Early into it, one

brother of well-heeled means explains to the other about the two fundamental equations

of the electorate; as I interpret it:  The contract option and the “get-out-the-vote money.”  

The contract option is the money that comes into the campaign with strings attached and

the “get-out-the-vote money” is the money that goes out to select movers and shakers to

…compensate for…oh…uh…said guarantees…at the polls.  So this be known or at least

suggested:  …Then who are we, the peepes, in the whole big picture anymore, when it’s

about the me, me, me…and the my, my, my trip to the candy store for one said candidate

or the other?  What are we really arguing over?  Come on, somebody…erudite, PLEASE

take a few minutes to explain this irony to a ground-level-ground-dweller sort...with a real

honest pained expression on his face.  Try to explain it, college boy, or forever hold your

piece.