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The British Way Of Death

A Scottish doctor has called for the establishment of panels to decide who lives and who dies. Of course, he didn’t call it that. The proposal was couched in the familiar lefty terms of compassion with a whiff of economic efficiency thrown in. How will English death panels differ from Obamacare death panels? Well, for one thing, the soothing accent is different.



Efficiency and savings are all that we crave

Which is why we suggest you die now

And of course we will speed you to your waiting grave

With a courteous and courtly bow

Just lie down be comfy and go with a smile

It’s over in just little time

A needle, a drop from this gay colored vial

Just remember you’re not in your prime

And what is more sir please remember that you

Are not working and live on the dole

So needless to say you’re the head of the queue

Putting Exchequer quite in the hole

We really don’t like offing gents of your age

But it’s for your own good don’t you know

The road that you’re taking is now all the rage

Now let’s give them a jolly good show


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Death Panels, Alive And Well

Peter Orszag, Obama’s Director of Management and Budget, swore up and down and crossed his heart during the debate on the so-called health care reform bill that there was no such thing as death panels in the bill, and now, after the bill is law, says that on second look, why sonofagun, imagine that, death panels. Who’d a thunk it? There will be committees of bureaucratic government employee “experts” (read government employee union members) who will sit in judgment, and who will decide whether you live or die, who will decide whether you get that operation or no. See how it works? No agonizing decisions on your part, just a cut and dried economic decision by the death panel: are you too old or too young or too sick? Must use the money wisely, you know, on people who will be productive after the operation. And we all know who those productive people will be. Government workers have friends and families too, you know. Telling us lies, what a surprise.  



Death panels live

So sayeth Orszag

But with that we give

A cheery toe tag

A nice little note

From Obie and Nance

With this little quote

“You haven’t a chance.”



Rahm And Zeke, Zeke And Rahm

John Batchelor at The Daily Beast tells how Obama’s bullying Chief of Staff Rahm Emmanuel is single-handedly reviving the fumbling, bumbling near moribund GOP. And so, thanks to Rahm Emmanuel, the Obama hope and change socialist revolution has come to a grinding, pitiful halt. For which we can only exclaim, Thank You Rahm Emmanuel! On the other hand, Rahm is not as cold as his brother Ezekiel, whose plans for Obamacare call for rationed health care to be allotted to the young, while allowing the elderly to die, on the grounds that scarce health care should not be wasted on those who will die in a few years anyway. Makes sense in a cold, Marxist sort of way, but thanks to brother Rahm, brother Zeke’s and President Obama’s dream of scarce, rationed, government run socialized medicine will never come to pass.



Rahm started young, as with most guys

By pulling wings off little flies

It made him feel real good and strong and tough

He graduated then to girls

By pulling on their shiny curls

Until they screamed and cried out loud Enough!

In college he was quite the scream

The evil presence in the dream

Of everyone who came into his view

He organized a lefty crowd

And dared the rest to say out loud

That he and his were both a scurvy crew

He says that’s just Chicago’s way

And everyone just has to play

The game that is the only game in town

He plays it tough, he plays it cool

He knows the game’s a deadly duel

And winner gets acclaimed to great renown

In politics, the Rahm would smile

The gap is but a quarter mile

Between the guys like him and guys like us

And when he does his dirty stuff

But finds that someone’s called his bluff

He smiles and says it’s okay what’s the fuss

He has a brother name of Zeke

Who’s plans for us we’ve had a peek

Bro Zeke thinks healthcare’s for the young and strong

And if you’re getting up in years

And sickness brings its doleful tears

Zeke’s death panels will move you right along

So if it’s difference that you seek

Between the Rahm and brother Zeke

You only need to see what they propose

Rahm is looking after Rahm

While Zeke is looking for the calm

He gets by picking old folks to dispose

I say that Rahm is looking after Rahm

While Zeke is looking for the balm

That comes from putting old folks in repose




Mark Steyn clarifies the debate over health care saying Sarah Palin’s remarks about death panels resonated in a way that rationing never did. The health care bill approved by the Senate Health, Education, Labor and Pensions committee provides federal grants to state and local governments as well as to a national network of community organizers (read ACORN) to promote healthy living, reduce disparities, and to monitor people’s weight, eating and exercise habits. (Pages 382-387 of the bill posted on the committee’s website.) And why should it end there? If allowed to come to pass, Obama and his radical left-wing agenda will result in the destruction of the United States as we have known it for the last two hundred plus years. The only question is, where will they put the camps for the obese and the dissidents? Who will manufacture the Zyklon B?  


For non-WWII buffs, Zyklon B is a cyanide based insecticide used by the Nazis in WWII to kill Jews and other people they considered undesirable. The insecticide came in pellets impregnated with a warming substance, so that when exposed to the air it released hydrogen cyanide, a deadly gas. The Nazis herded a couple of thousand naked people, the old, the women and children, into the gas chambers where the doors where locked and a guard on the roof emptied a bucket of Zyklon B pellets into a shaft. The people inside took 20 to 30 agonizing minutes to die, after which the bodies were carted to the crematoria. Will the Obama left go that far? The history of Nazi Germany, Communist Russia, Communist China, the Khmer Rouge and others shows that the Left always goes that far.



Little Johnny’s overweight

It coulda been something he ate

It coulda been he got his momma’s genes

It doesn’t matter to the One

What’s good for father’s good for son

He’s got to know what health care really means

His daddy now admits he smokes

That second hand endangers folks

And since this is the second time he’s sinned

His punishment is durance vile

Where he can contemplate the style

In which our organizers sniff the wind

Now mommy she is neither fat

Nor smokes and we are thankful that

She stays within herself and keeps the rules

Our Acorn people say that she

Is quite delightful company

And spies upon the kiddies in the schools

We’re getting there, we’re on our way

To having all the folks obey

Each rule and regulation and decree

We have the plans and specs to build

The camps upon the land we’ve filled

Now all we need is cans of Zyklon B



A Moral Obligation

President Obama has has invited a group of pastors, rabbis and other religious leaders to support his healthcare proposals by claiming it is a religious duty and a moral obligation to do so. “I know there’s been a lot of misinformation in this debate, and there are some folks out there who are frankly bearing false witness.” But who is doing the lying here? Who is bearing false witness? The people who claim that socialized medicine will not kill grandma with death panels, will not result in piling on more massive debt, will not lead to rationing of health care? The ones who claim the insurance companies are evil? We know who is lying here, we know who is bearing false witness. Were the religious leaders swayed by the theatrics, by the smile, by the smooth teleprompter delivery? We hope not, but suspect they might be.       



Across the Galilee they rowed

Arriving tired and sleepy

Above them teleprompters glowed

The stone stage dark and creepy

They stirred with fascination as

The waters rose around them

Celestial angels singing jazz

As Acorn bands surround them

And then as trumpets fiercely blared

And lightning filled the sky

There came the One, the One who cared

Arriving on the sly

By walking on the watered stones

A grin from ear to ear

And from the crowd the roaring tones

Of vast celestial cheer

Then Obie raised his hand in peace

And said to quiet crowd

“My Father’s wonders never cease

He does what I’ve allowed”