Tonight is a fundraiser for Jason Kanarish, the son of our dearest family friend. I’m happy to report Jason is kicking major league tucas. He’s on the road to recovery.
But there are medical bills, lost wages, the unexpected financial skid of a sudden cancer diagnosis. I was talking to a friend recently who said her life was saved by cancer. She survived. And now, looks back on the experience as a defining characteristic of who she is, and her spirit, which is a survivor with sass.
You never know when it’s coming your way. Rest assured, it’s coming.
No one gets around it, which is what makes the behavior of our so-called elected officials, when it came time to implement The Affordable Care Act, so reckless.
This president won. This president won twice. This president passed the Affordable Care Act, which was upheld by the Supreme Court (even though, we really didn’t need their approval, constitutional truth be told).
When I think of what Jason had to go through, I can only ask why should getting sick be treated like it’s his fault?
Why should sickness become financial hardship?
I’ll tell you why, the very same people who are elected to represent us hate the very idea of We The People. Otherwise, they’d grant us, with genuine expedience, the very same health care benefits they take for granted.
It’s disgusting. They’re disgusting.
Speaking of things which fill my stomach with bile, there was another Mall Shooting today in Maryland. As I type these very words, 3 are reported dead, all in their 20’s. Nothing will change. We’ll report it, for sport. There will be speeches, for the perception of sympathy. And then nothing will change.
Mass Shootings are the new national pastime.
We might as well face the facts. How many 6 & 7-year olds died at Sandy Hook Elementary School? I forget. How many Dark Knight fans were gunned down at the AMC? I forget.
How long has it been since Columbine? Virginia Tech? How’s Gabby Giffords?
It’s too much to take. I can barely bring myself to swing by the bowling alley tonight for the fundraiser. I hurts too much. So I’ll do the only thing I know how: put on a smile, lace up my bowling shoes and pick a ball.