TELL REPUBLICANSWHERE TO GO, AND STTAY THERE

Let all of us with Preexisting Conditions and other restrictions to purchasing Health Insurance under the old System Tell Republicans where to go and stay there by signing up for The Exchanges or other options under the new system on the first day, October First,2013.

THE CONSERVATIVE TEN COMMANDMENTS, WHAT THEY ARE REALLY LIKE

THE CONSERVATIVE TEN COMMANDMENTS. FIRST AND FOREMOST: MONEY IS THE LORD THY GOD, THOU SHALT HAVE NO OTHER GODS BEFORE MONEY. SECOND: THOU SHALT NOT FEED THE LEAST OF THOSE AMONG THEE WHEN THEY ART HUNGRY. THIRD: THOU SHALT GIVE NOTHING AT ALL TO DRINK TO THE LEAST OF THOSE AMONG THEE WHEN THEY ART THIRSTY. FOURTH: THOU SHALT NOT WELCOME THE LEAST OF THOSE AMONG THEE WHEN THEY ART A STRANGER. FIFTH: THOU SHALT NOT CLOTHE THE LEAST OF THOSE AMONG THEE WHEN THEY ART NAKED. SIXTH: THOU SHALT NOT CARE FOR THE LEAST OF THOSE AMONG THEE WHEN THEY ART SICK. SEVENTH: THOU SHALT NOT VISIT THE LEAST OF THOSE AMONG THEE WHEN THEY ART IMPRISONED. EIGHTH: THOU SHALT RAPE THE PLANET LITERALLY TO DESTRUCTION. NINTH: THOU SHALT GIVE ABSOLUTELY NO EDUCATION AT ALL TO ANY CHILD WHOSE PARENTS CANNOT AFFORD TO AND OR DO NOT CHOOSE TO SEND THEM TO A PRIVATE , PROVOCIAL SCHOOL. TENTH: THOU SHALT INSTANTLY STONE TO DEATH ANYONE THAT THOU EVEN SUSPECTETH MAY BE A HOMOSEXUAL OR A BISEXUAL, EVEN IF THAT PERSON BE THINE OWN CHILD.

COMING OUT

For those of my readers who do not already know, I, Matthew Lucas Beckett, am Gay. And who is someone who thinks that I should not have the Right to decent, basic Health Care at a reasonable rate simply because I had a Traumatic Brain Injury when I was an eight year old boy to judge me? For details, read THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO SAINT MATTHEW, CHAPTER 25, versus 31 through 46.

QUEERS AND FEARS, THE PRICE OF PREJUDICE

QUEERS AND FEARS. BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT “And with that signature,” said the reporter on The 5:00 TV. News. “Simply being Gay in The United States of America becomes an offense punishable by death. In other news. . .” I never learned what that other news was, though, because I had to turn the TV. off before Mark put his foot through it. “Damn them,” said my little brother. “I just figure out who I really am, after three years of confused searching, and then they make it a Capital Offense.” “Well,” I said, trying hard to calm him before anyone less sympathetic heard through the open window. “You'll just have to be careful.” “As in hide who I truly am from everyone,” he replied. “Well, that shouldn't be too hard, since I've been doing it for a year from everyone but you and Dave, even our parents.” Dave, my husband, while I was a Heterosexual Woman and he a Heterosexual Man, was much less judgmental than the rest of our family, he and I being the only ones Mark had felt safe to tell that he was Gay without fear of total rejection. Dave and I sympathized with Mark, but of course, across town, not all of our family was having this reaction. “Good,” said MR. Bullhead. “Now people like that can be hunted down and shot like the dogs they are.” “They'll still get a trial,” said his friend Puck, who was a Police Officer. “It can't be mob rule, even with this, or society will collapse.” “Yes,” said MR. Bullhead. “But if there is an immediate threat of penetration from a fag, on a cop or someone else, it's now the same as if they are about to shoot someone, so then deadly force can be used. My son Mark, daughter Lisa and son-in-law Dave are coming over for dinner tonight. Would you like to stay?” “Like to yes,” said Puck. “Can I, no, however. It's the first night of Queer Patrol, since we've known this was coming and been preparing fir it for months. We want to make a strong showing the first night, so they won't show themselves again. So, I'd better be going. Say high to the kids for me.” “I'll do that,” said MR. Bullhead. “Go out there are cuff a queer for me.” Puck nodded, then left. Tragically, this night was not to go as anyone expected. “Mark,” I said. “Come on. We're having dinner with Dad. You don't need to look ready for romance with our father.” Dave was already waiting in the car, and I had been ready for at least fifteen minutes. When Mark finally emerged, my lower jaw hit the floor. His golden blond hair was more washed, pressed and shiny than I had ever seen it. His clothes were perfect, more perfect than I had ever seen them. He had done a shaving job like I had never seen. There was not even the slightest hint of a hair anywhere on his face, not even peeping out of his rather large nose, a place he'd never managed to get completely clean of hair before. His colored contacts emphasized the green of his eyes more than ever, and his teeth looked whiter than I ever remembered them being. But most of all I noticed what I did not see, the scar across his right cheek from the dog attack when we were children. “I see my countenance surprises you, Lisa,” he said with a brilliant smile. “Yes, I know how to do make-up. I have been in the theater most of my life, after all. I know we're going to Dad's, but who knows? I might find someone and get lucky later on on this last night, since they cannot possibly be ready to enforce this new law immediately.” I was not sure whether to smile or scream, so I shook my head and went out the door. Dad was puzzled by Mark's appearance when we arrived. “I have a big date later tonight,” Mark explained, leaving out that it was with someone he had not yet met and that that someone would be a man. Dinner was delicious food wise but scarce in conversation, since the one thing that I knew was on all of our minds was the one thing that we all knew we couldn't discuss. Fortunately, Dad did not bring it up either. After dessert and a drink, we drove back to our place and Dave and I headed for bed, since we did have work the next day. Mark, however, being in the summer between High School and College and so not having any immediate responsibilities, said that he was heading out for a night of fun. “Be very careful,” I called after him. He smiled and waved. I wish he'd listened. GOD how I wish he'd listened. “First night out on Queer Patrol, Officer Puck Triggerfinger reporting in,” I said into my radio as I drove around,looking for illegal Queer Activity. “No sign of any Fag. .. wait, young male, dressed the part, approaching. No sirens, I don't want to frighten off a collar or frighten an innocent.” “Can I help you, Officer,” said a voice that did not seem right coming from a man and that was vaguely familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. “Depends,” I said in my huskiest official police sounding voice. “What are you doing out here, Young Man?” “Looking for Love,” he said. “Or at lest one night of. . .companionship.” My first Queer Collar, I thought excitedly. Well, on his head be it. They should just have kept quiet. Whatever sentence he gets, he deserves. But, of course, I had to wait for an actual proposition to act. “Well,” I said. “Out on the street is an odd place to do that. Why not one of The Singles Clubs?” “I don't think they serve the kind of drink I'm looking for,” said the. . .could I even say Young Man, he looked little more than a boy. His words confirmed what I already suspected, but I still needed more to make an arrest. “I know some places,” I said, which was true, I did, even though the only place I was really taking him was The County Lockup. “Why don't you get in. These streets are dangerous at night, especially for one so young.” He hesitated at first, but then came a scream from the darkness and he quickly got in. Once inside, he looked me over. “Or we could just go somewhere,” he offered. I had enough there to bring him in, but this was my first arrest of this nature, and I wanted to be sure it stuck, so I agreed to go to a nearby motel in a neighborhood where people didn't ask too many questions. I wish I had just arrested him. GOD how I wish I had just arrested him. When we reached the motel, we checked in and were alone in a room in seconds. Then we each began to undress, he clearly enjoying this a lot more than me. Once we were both naked, we climbed into the bed and began caressing each other. I felt his erection moving towards my mouth. It was time. From beneath the pillow, I removed my handcuffs and started to slap them on him. “You are under arrest for Queer Activity,” I said. “What?” he cried. “I thought.. . You tricked me. . .that's entrapment. . .and besides. . .” His words failed as he jammed his penis into my unwilling mouth and began ejaculating, clearly having come too far to stop. “This is assaulting a Peace Officer,” I shout, “stop or. . .” I break off as I feel a second round of ejaculating start in my mouth. Without a second thought, knowing only that this is assault and so I am justified, I grab my Service Revolver from under the bed, set it against his madly pumping chest, and fire. He goes still at once. But in the moment before his life empties completely, our eyes at last meat. “Mark?” I gasp in horror. “Puck?” he replies with a wheeze, and then my best friend's only son dies in my arms.

BREAKNG NEWS

Breaking News to The Homophobic Community, if you know more than twenty-five people,, you probably know someone who is a Homosexual, and guess what, we do not have horns. All we want is to live our lives and be treated as Human Beings, just like everyone else. Tomorrow's post will show how we could be your neighbor, your friend or even your son, so maybe you should rethink your incorrect position and come around to the correct position that we are not in fact so different. Or, you can keep hating and killing us and see where the road of hate leads, but there are no pearls at its end.

LEFT ON THE TABLE, THE HUMAN AND THUS TRUE COST OF ENDING JUSTICE IN HEALTH CARE

LEFT ON THE TABLE BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT The operation was at its critical mid point when the call came through. My Niece, Nicole, had been sick for two years. The Cancer had first appeared when she was twenty-eight, but at the time there had been nothing that could be done but watch and wait. Since she had been born with only one kidney, no Health Insurance Company would come near her even before the diagnosis, and certainly not after. “You should just accept your fate, Nick,” I tried to explain to her more than once. “Sometimes The Lord gives us a long life, and sometimes not. If He wanted you to have a long life, he wouldn't have made you subhuman by giving you just one kidney.” Even though that was true, saying it aloud had been a mistake. My sister had thrown me out and not let me back in her house for two months, and only then after an on my belly apology to Nicole, who had only just now, more than a year later, let me start calling her Nick, as her family and friends did, again. Then, of course, came the horrible health care reform law that said Insurance Companies could no longer discriminate against people like her, and even though I and every other Republican in the country had been working hard ever since to get it undone, we had not yet succeeded when she signed up first for Health Insurance. There had been signs, recently, of hope for repealing or at least defunding the awful idea, but these had not achieved the desired end before she had signed up for the operation to fight her cancer. I still thought, as a subhuman monster, she should just accept her fate and die, especially since the law might be undone any day now, but I kept my moth shut for I knew what my bleeding heart liberal sister, Nick's mother, would do and say if I voiced this opinion. There had been weeks of waiting and preparing, of course. This was not an operation one just had done and then left, and each day those of us on the right side of Health Care Reform, firmly against it, got closer to winning. After all, if a client can not help a company earn a profit, the company should not be compelled to keep them on. But at last the blasted day came. We all went to the hospital, even me. We were all in the waiting room, waiting for who knew what. Suddenly, though, we all turned to The TV. News as we heard the words I'd been waiting for for a long time. “And in a stunningly fast maneuver, both Chambers of Congress have just overridden President Davison's Veto of his Landmark Justice In Health Care Act. So the law is gone, immediately, and everything reverts to what it was before.” Two minutes later,, the doctors came out. “What happened?” Screamed my sister. “You're too early. Did she die?” A doctor shook his head. “We legally had to stop, where we wee, when the call came through about the law. We were right at the critical point, but we cannot go on. You can go in and see her, but by law there is nothing more we can do.” Then they walked away, leaving my sister and her husband, for once, thankfully, speechless. When we made it to the operating room, we found Nick wide awake, wide open, and screaming. “What in the . . .?” she fought to find words. “'So called Justice in Health Care' was just undone, so the doctors had to stop, right where they were, by law,” I explain. “I told you that. . .” I stop at the looks on her parents' faces. If looks could kill. “So what now?!” she screamed in agony. “Now you get The Hell out of my Hospital and die somewhere else, Monster,” says the director of The Hospital, a former High Raking Republican Congressman whose name escapes me at the moment. “NOW.” We grab the screaming girl by feet and head and start to carry her out. Right when we come to the long hall that the doors lie at he other end of, however, Nick's screams cease. Looking down, we see her last breath leave her lungs and no more come in. “If you say that she deserved this or that this is as it should be, John,” my sister says. “I'll push you out that fifth floor window over there. They didn't even close her up. We'll have to bury her like this.” “You could cremate. . .” I start to say, when my brother-in-law's fist connects with the back of my head and I know no more.

ARM EVERY TEACHER

ARM EVERY TEACHER BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT Following the latest school shooting, in a small mid western town, there was once again much talk of Gun Control. “No,” said Cartridge Bulletbrain, Head of The Nut case Rebellious Anarchists, of which I was a proud, card carrying member. “What we should do is arm every teacher. If there had been one teacher with a gun in that school, that madman could not have done all of that killing.” “That's right,” I said. “Give us the ability to protect our charges, and we'll do it.” To my astonished delight, this correct view of things actually prevailed. Two weeks after the incident, every teacher at my school had a concealed carry permit, and everyone did. So, when I see a group of five masked people charge through the metal detectors, weapons emerging and starting to blaze, I think we are ready. I pull out my colt-45 and start shooting at them. They return fire and soon our bullets are flying all over. Doors burst open, teachers emerging with their guns drawn and blazing, children crying, screaming, shouting and everyone running every which way. I scream in anguish as I see one of my bullets hit a child. “Get out of the way, children,” I cry at the top of my lungs. A bullet grazes my ear from behind, and I whirl to see if one of the intruders has made it past me, but there are so many guns blazing and bullets flying now, it is impossible to tell who is shooting at who. “Allen,” scrams a colleague as she runs past my ear. “Get the children out of here, now! This is a blood bath.” I start trying to round up children even as I continue shooting, I hope at the intruders, although they seem to be everywhere now. I scream as all around me children I have known all of their school age lives and colleagues I have known for many years fall. I start rushing the remaining children I can gather up towards the door, when I feel something crash into and crush the back of my skull and my world shatters. THE PLICE REPORT FROM JOHN WAYNE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL: 450 ELEMENTARY AGE STUDENTS, 20 FACULTY MEMBERS, 1 PRINCIPLE, 5 INTRUDERS. ALL 476 ACCOUNTED FOR. ALL 476 DEAD.

THE UNEXPECTED CRUSH

GAY SURPRISE. BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT. I could feel my heart skip a beat as Gabe knocked on the door. “Jacob, let me in. We agreed not lock each other out, remember?” “Just a minute, Gabriel,” I called, knowing that he only liked Sam to call him Gabe. I look around the room. The candles are too much, too obvious, I decide and quickly put them away. I give the room one last, critical look. Everything else is perfect. Then I walk over and open the door to see Gabe's gorgeous face looking impatient and cross. “Sorry, Buddy,” I say. “I was just straightening up a bit.” This is not a total lie, even though it is also not the whole truth. Gabriel's face relaxes. “Sorry I was impatient Jacob,” he says apologetically. “I guess I'm a bit cross because Sam won't be joining us tonight.” “Oh?” I say, doing my best to look like this is news to me, even though I actually asked Laura and Martha to make sure that they kept his girl-friend away from our dorm for this evening. I don't mind that he has a girl-friend, I know he can never love me as I love him, but some time alone would be nice, and certainly tonight we need privacy. His exceptionally large nostrils sniff and then he breaks into his brilliant smile, causing my erection to harden into solidity. “Meatloaf,” he says with delight. “And you remembered that I like French Fries with it, not Mashed Potatoes.” He sniffs again. “And Garlic Bread.” One more sniff. “And Caramel Pudding. What's the occasion? You haven't made my whole favorite meal in a long time.” He pauses. “And I know when we eat here, it's always you. You just don't usually go quite this all out.” It is true that since the cafeteria closed for repairs two months ago, either I cook or we go out. I know Gay Men liking to cook is a stereotype, but for me it's also true. I decide to hold off on the full scoop. Gabe knows I'm Gay, of course, but the rest of what I want to share tonight he does not know. But I think it better to eat first, so I simply shrug. “Didn't have any classes this afternoon and decided to make a treat for my best friend,” I pause, then think and quickly add “and his girl-friend. Pity she can't join us.” I am relieved to see that he did not seem to notice my blunder. He smiles again, making between my legs even harder. “Well,,” he says. “I've been in classes all afternoon and I'm famished. So, if it's ready, let's eat.” We Say a quick Grace and then I serve both of us hot Meatloaf, French Fries and Garlic Bread. Gabe dives in with averas gusto at once, but I spend as much time looking at him and thinking about later this evening as I do eating. At first, this does not attract his attention, for he's always been more of an eater than I am. Since he is more than a foot taller than me, played football through High School and weighs close to if not more than a hundred pounds more than me (it's not a subject we discuss regularly, so I'm not sure of an exact amount) this makes sense. But when he starts on his third helping and I'm barely more than half way through my first, he stops. “Are you all right, Jacob, Jake?” he asks. It always makes me especially hard when he calls me Jake, which is why I usually insist on Jacob, and I'm already VERY hard this evening. “I'm having thirds, and you've barely touched your firsts.” I dive into my food. “Sorry, Gabriel,” Oh how I want to say 'Gabe', but it's still too early in the evening, The other girls promised they'd keep Sam away until 10, so thee is time. “Just got my mind on other things, I suppose.” Gabriel nods. “That boy in English Class today?” he suggests. Well, I can't deny that the young man who sits next to me in our English 101 Class is HOT. In strictly physical terms he's got Gabe beat by a wide margin, but my feelings for Gabe have become so much more than just physical, plus I don't even know this other young man's name. But, as now is not quite the right time yet to show my full hand, I nod. “He is HOT,” I add. “Well,” says Gabriel. “I wouldn't know about that personally. But I do know that he is your type.” “Can't deny that,” I say, leaving unsaid that while not as extreme, Gabe has many of the features that make our classmate my type. It is remarkable that my friend knows the facial features I like, apart from this young man possesses them more than anyone we've ever known, and yet has never guessed that I might be attracted to him. Of course, I reflect. He might not think that such feelings could arise between friends as old as us, since he only met Sam in High School. She's only ever let anyone here call her Sam. So I suspect her given name is something other than Samantha, but I've never found out for sure. As I've been musing, Gabe and I have devoured all of the meatloaf, French fries and garlic bread. Gabe gives me a rather sheepish look. “That was at least two meals. What would our mothers say?” We both give a slightly nervous laugh, although there is also the comfort of old friends in it. “Well,” I answer when I'm done chuckling. “They'd definitely say that we do not get any dessert. However, as they're not here, and I did make your favorite for that as well, once we've cleaned this up, let's have the pudding.” Gabe laughs, and I barely keep things in check, but do manage t do so. “Sounds good, Jake, Jacob. Sorry, I know you prefer the whole thing. Maybe someday. . .whatever his name is, will call you Jake and you'll like it.” “It's possible,” I say as we carry the dishes to the sink of our small kitchen. “Although I have no data to suggest that he is also Gay.” “True,” says Gabriel with a nod, running the hot water into the dish tub and then pouring in the soap. “But then, as close a lid as you keep on it, and I know why, you don't need to explain, no one you didn't tell would know that you're gay, either, Jacob. . . unless they spotted the glances you give certain guys, and that alone would not make them certain without confirmation.” Our hands touch in the dishwater, and it takes a mighty effort to keep things under control, but I do. “Fair point,” I say after a moment. We finish the dishes in silence, and then I serve the pudding and we sit down to dessert. This time, I make sure to match Gabe scoop for scoop, so that he won't think anything out of the ordinary is going on. After dessert is also devoured in its entirety and cleaned up and all of the dishes put away, we sit down side by side on the couch, although it is still an hour until any TV. worth watching is on, and two hours until the earliest Sam will return. “OK, Jacob” says Gabriel, turning his Strong, Gorgeous and HOT face full upon me, causing my hormones to do cartwheels and summersalts inside my tight balls and rock solid penis, but still remaining inside, with a great effort on my part. “Something has been up all evening. We've known each other too long and been best friends for all of that time for me not to notice. Are you dying? Are you leaving school? Did you get a date with whatever his name is? Are your parents moving to Africa or The Middle East? It's something big. Everything has been too perfect and you've been too evasive for it to be small or even mid range. I know you well enough to know all of that beyond doubt, but I can not read your mind. So out with it. Say what you've got to say.” I hesitate a moment. What if this ends our friendship. But I've come to far to turn back now., I decide. I turn to face my best and oldest friend full in the face, his Gorgeous face. “OK,” I say. “You're right. I have got something to say, and please hear me out before you act or react. Earlier in the evening, I wasn't thinking about that boy in English Class, I was thinking about you.” To my astonishment, no surprise at all registers on the gorgeous face before me. Although neither does acceptance, it just remains totally emotionless. I plunge on before I lose my nerve. “I've had a crush on you since our first day of High School, the first time I saw you after you got back from Europe. I've never said anything because I value you as a friend too much to risk that. I still do. But now,” I hesitate again. If I move on, there is no going back, EVER. But I've already come too far to tun back now. He is staring at me, now open mouthed, but clearly awaiting the rest. “But now,” I repeat. “I have fallen totally, head over heals in love with you, and I just can't keep it to myself any longer. I know you and Sam are an item, and I know that even if you didn't at this moment have a girl-friend, you're incapable of resipricating my attraction or my feelings, but they've all just grown so strong that I couldn't keep them to myself any longer and so I just had to tell you. I hope this doesn't end our friendship, but I'll understand if it does, and I'll certainly understand if you want a new roommate, but I just had to tell you how I feel. There, I've said it.” There is nothing more for me to say now, so I fall silent. Gabe sits, open mouthed and staring, for a very long time. I am just about to go into the bathroom and relieve my hormones when he at last speaks. “Well, Jacob,” he says, as if from a great distance. “While I wasn't exactly expecting this at the conscious level, wasn't expecting it at all there, in fact, looking back I can't exactly say that this revelation doesn't explain a lot over the past almost five years, because it does. You're right, even if I wasn't with Samuel, Sam, as she prefers, I am only capable of feeling that way, hormones and heart, about women. But. . .” he takes a deep breath. “You and I have been such good friends for so long, how could you even think even this could end that. The roommate question, though, I will have to think on. I do have to ask, and be honest, because I will understand why you would for this. Did you make sure that Sam would not be here this evening?” “Yes,” I say after a moment's hesitation. “I asked Laura and Martha to make sure she was out until 10 so that we could have this talk between just the two of us. I didn't think she'd like hearing my speel,” I laugh at the end. She'd probably have killed me. “Well, you're right about that, Jacob. She would have broken your nose and literally broken your balls. However one does that, she'd have found a way. So, what do we do now?” “Well,” I say. “In about ten minutes we turn on the television. I'm not expecting anything from you, I just needed to tell you how I feel. I leave to you how much, if anything, to tell Sam. I am relieved that we're still friends,, and you can decide about the roommate matter as and when you choose. Right now, though, if you'll excuse me, I really need to get into the bathroom.” He nods, his still somewhat uncertain expression showing that he knows that this is not a urination trip, and I quickly enter our shared bathroom. I have barely sat down on the toilet before I start ejaculating, and ejaculate so long that I am barely through on the toilet and at the sink and leaving the bathroom in time for our 9:00 TV. show. Then I sit down beside my best and oldest friend, each of us a little uncertain what to do now, and turn on the TV..