I AM NOT A GENETIC DEFECT

Conservatives, particularly Conservative so-called Christians, have this idea that those of us who are Gay, Bi, Transgendered or the like are somehow defective Human Beings, and therefore our lives do not count, which is why people like self-proclaimed Reverend Fred Phelps think that there should be celebration at the Death of any Gay. I will not deny that there are ways in which being Gay is different than being Het., but to make the broad generalization that being different is automatically the same as being Evil is a position that is not defensible either morally or intellectually. Are there some Gays who are Evil? I'm sure there are, but there are also a lot of Evil Hets. But if people weren't different, it would be a very boring world and who is one mortal to say another mortal's genetic make-up is evil or inferior? Yes, genetically we are different, but who made Fred Phelps and those who think like him the moral judges of genetics? Anyone who actually reads The BIBLE knows that Only GOD sits on the seat of moral judgment, so maybe they should stop trying to do GOD'S job of judgment for him and instead focus on feeding the poor and following the rest of what Jesus actually does say will matter at the last Judgement in MATTHEW 25, versus 31-46. It is not for any mortal to make a moral judgement on the core being of another mortal, what our genes make us is between GO/D and every one of us alone, and those who would judge us should remember that.

I WOULDN'T PUT IT PAST THEM

While I of course realize the technology to actually convert Human Beings into Digital Beings that could act as a virus on a computer only exists in science fiction books, movies and television shows, I would not put it past The Republican Party to have created some kind of computer virus and put it on Healthcare.gov in an attempt to sabatage Justice In Health Care having failed to stop it in court or at the ballot box. They are acting like babies who did not get their way about this. The battle to enact Justice In Health Care was hard fought and bitterly debated. But in the end, in case they missed it, Justice Won. There have been other bills that were hard fought and bitterly debated, and not everyone was always happy with the outcome, but once the vote was held, people moved on. Did Democrats hold a vote every two months to repeal or defund The Patriot Act every two months during the remaining years of The George W. Bush Presidency even tough many of us feel that it truly IS the infringement on Personal Liberty that Republicans pretend Justice In Health Care is? No. Because as bad a law as that was, it had its debate and the vote was held and we all learned to live with it and moved on. So why can't Republicans be the same kind of grown-ups about Health Care that Democrats were about The Patriot Act? Because when it works, and IT WILL work, it will expose them for what they truly are. What are they? There is not time or space here to show and prove that in an undeniable way, but when I publish RIPPING THE MASK OFF early next year, here or in print, all will be made clear. So look for that title no later than May 2014.

THE EXTENT REPUBLICANS WOULD REALLY GO TO IF THEY COULD

BIT ROMNEY BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT In the middle of September, all the big wigs in The Republican Party met in The Innermost Circle of Hell for a strategy session on a last ditch effort to stop Justice In Health Care from becoming a full reality. “What can we do?” cried Ed Gregbot, Attorney General of Texas, rolling on the hot coals and pounding his fists like the infant he was. “The Supreme Court ruled against the majority of our suit, and then we lost the election. Justice.gov will be up and running in two weeks, and there's nothing we can do about it. Wan, wan, wan.” “Calm down and stop acting like a baby,” snarled Mit Romney, his Pit Bull like face looking ready to bite. “No wonder our party keeps losing Nationwide Elections. Yes, we lost in court and at the ballot box, but there is still a way to keep subhumans with preexisting conditions from getting Health Insurance and so the industry prosperous, and if we pull it off they will remain in our back pockets forever.” “But you said last year you'd keep that part,” said Don Boner, Speaker of The House. “Traitor.” “Ah,” said Mit Romney. “That was what you would call a lie. More specifically, a ploy to dupe the uninsured into voting for me and win and then throw them back among the dogs they are, where they belong.” “So what is this 'other way'?” asked Ed Gregbot. “You hit the nail on the head, Ed,” said Mit Romney. “The website is to be up and running next month. The website is the key to this awful plan. The website is everything. If the website fails, the whole thing falls apart and goes away.” “So?” said Don Boner slowly. “So we make sure it does fail,” said Pit Bull Romney with a snarl on his face and rabid fire in his eyes. “But how?' asked Ed pointedly. “Even if we create a virus and get it on the website, we can not be sure that it will do what we want. Computer programs do unintended things all the time. So how can we be sure that this will work as we want it to.” “Because,” said Pit Bull Romney, pulling out some kind of strange electronic device. “A human virus will do what we want it to. Farewell, my friends. From now on I shall be known as Bit Romney.” Then he pressed a button on the device and both he and it vanished. A moment later a message appeared on the screen of Don Boner's computer. “I am inside the system. I am on my way to Justice.gov to disrupt, destroy and sabotage. When I am caught, I shall probably be deleted, so this is farewell,. But hopefully I'll ruin the Health Care chances of those that should not have it first. I'll see you all in Hell. Oh, that's right, we're already there.” Sanandra was excited. She'd had no Health Insurance at all in ten years. “All because of a mistake I made when I was a little girl, running out in the street, getting hit and getting a traumatic brain injury,” she had told anyone who would listen a thousand times since Justice In Health Care was enacted two years ago. “And now no Republican can stop me.” At midnight on October First, 2013, she sat at her computer and logged-on to Justice.gov. After a fair amount of reading and consideration, she settled on a plan that seemed to suit her needs and selected it. Right as she clicked on purchase, however, her computer buzzed and a pop-up window came up. “You have tried to perform an illegal function. Connection canceled.” Then not only did that website close, so did her home page and then her computer shut down and would not turn back on. “That's a virus,” she muttered. “I know enough about computers to know that's not just an overload response. I didn't think The Republicans would stoop that low, but I guess they did.” Bit Romney watched in satisfaction as computer after computer crashed on the Justice.gov website at his touch. Time flowed differently in this form, so he was not sure how long it took, but eventually he began to see messages that the website had crashed altogether. Then he moved into ensuring the efforts to repair it failed. Finally, with joy and relief, he saw the word get out on the internet that the whole Justice In Health Care Law was a massive failure and the old Money over People System was coming back. “As it should,” he said. Then he felt the line where he was dwelling being shut down and knew, with relief, that he was going back to Hell, to stay this time.

CAN ANYONE ON THE RIGHT, READ?

Since he calls his Church a Baptist Church, presumably self-appointed Reverend Fred Phelps does believe that in The Person of Jesus Christ, GOD Spoke to us as One of us. If so, perhaps MR. Phelps should try actually READING The Gospels, because, if he did, he would find that nowhere in any of The Four Gospels does Jesus Himself ever say a word either way about what we today call people's Sexual Orientation, and it is an Orientation, not a choice or a preference. What Jesus does say in THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO ST. MATTHEW, CHAPTER 7, verses 1 and 2 is "Do not judge, or you will be judged. For in the same manner you judge others, you will be judged, and with the same measure you use on others, it will be measured to you." So perhaps Fred Phelps and everyone else on The Religious and Political so called Right should keep that in mind and should Read Before they speak. Or is that asking to much?

DEATH

Some may think Tuesday's story is a bit extreme, but as someone who hears that my life is worth nothing and I might as well just kill myself every time a Republican opens their mouth about Health Care Reform since I, like Matt in he story, have the preexisting condition of a Traumatic Brain Injury, labeling the opponents of Health Care Reform as Death seems apt to me, and the Tea Party Temper Tantrums are also a completely accurate reflection. So to me this story is an accurate reflection of who The Tea Party and the overall Republican Party really are. So the next time you watch one them speak on TV.,, remember and know that you are watching The Face of Death Itself. And if you support or even just do not actively oppose them, you are also an agent of death. So, will America ride The Pale Horse or rejected The Rider of The Pale Horse? One year from a week ago last Tuesday, we all must decide, and anyone who votes Republican for even just Dog Catcher will mount a pale horse against everyone like Matt and like me the moment they leave their poling place, so for the sake of THE LORD OF LIFE, DO NOT VOTE REPUBLICAN for even just dog catcher. Anyone who reads this and still votes Republican for even just Dog Catcher does not love or care about me at all and so is no loner my family and no longer my friend. I WILL NOR GO BACK. I HAVE HAD IT. That is all that I have to say.

THE TRUE NATURE OFREPUBLICANS

THE TEA PARTY-DEATH UNMASKED BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT. “I won't let People Like THAT have Health Insurance, even if I have to completely shut down the government to make it not happen,” whined Representative Joseph Street, stamping his feet on the floor and starting to cry. “I don't care if we've only got control of The House of Representatives, it's the Highway for Health Care Reform or for the Entire Federal Government.” The Speaker of The House sighed and tried yet again to explain. “If we shut down The Federal Government over this, it will hurt The Republican Party overall, because The American People will blame us. Besides, we'll never get it through The Senate and even then there aren't enough votes to override a veto.” “I DO'T CARE,” cried Mike Backhand, stamping feet and fists on the ground and whaling so loudly anyone nearby might hear. “If you want to stay Speaker, you'll bring our bill and no other to the floor.” That stopped Jacob Banner in his tracks. He'd waited his whole life to be Speaker of The House, and he didn't want to lose it so soon. “Very well,” he finally said. “We'll have a go at it.” The gavel came down. “The Bill to keep The Government open but repeal The. . .” he took a deep breath, hating the completely wrongheaded, bleeding heart liberal language, but it was the name of the bill, after all. “Justice In Health Care Bill is adopted. We will stand firm. We will not negotiate. We will never surrender. Send the bill to The Senate.” Of course, as predicted, The Senate refused to even consider a bill with this rider attached. Even many Republican Senators said that this was the wrong way to go about this. “Tell The Senate, it's either The Highway for Health Care Reform or for the whole Government,” screamed Representative Street, stamping his feet and crying again Of course, it at first was The Highway for The Government. Everything shut down. All airports were closed, roadwork went undone, even in mid project, Welfare and Social Security Checks were not sent out. Even the military shut down. This last, in light of a new wave of attacks overseas, is what a month into the shutdown compelled The Senate to adopt The House Bill and enabled both Chambers to Override The President's Veto. “I'm sorry, Sir,” the doctor suddenly said, in the middle of administering my kemo treatment. “Your Health Insurance has just revoked your coverage because of your childhood Brain Injury. Your treatment must end.” “But?” I stammered, stunned. “But what about Justice In Health Care? According to the new law, they can't. . .the preexisting conclusion is banned. . .” I start to stammer some more, but the doctor holds up a hand. “In light of the recent attacks overseas, The Senate adopted The House Bill in order to restart The Military, and an hour ago both Chambers Overrode The President's Veto. So people like you are no longer exempt from the laws of nature. Now I can go back to just treating my deserving patients. You might as well go home and hang yourself. You're going to die just the same or worse now anyway.” I do go home, to my now rejoicing Conservative Family. On the way, I contemplate running my car off the road and ending it, thus essentially following my Extremely Conservative Doctor's Advice, but then I decide against it. “No,,” I say aloud to the otherwise empty car. “My Conservative Family chose this. Let them see the consequences.” When I get home, my Brother-In-Law greets me. “Matt, I'm surprised you didn't kill yourself on the way home, in light of today's events.” “On your account,” I reply coolly. “I thought about it. But then I decided why deprive you and everyone else of the great show that is now coming up.” “Show?” says my sister excitedly, for even at thirty-eight she still gets excited about anything new on TV. “Yes,” I say. “Watching me die slowly and horribly from a cancer that could have been treated under the law that banned excluding those of us with preexisting conditions from The Health Insurance Market but now can not because it is undone,” I say with a fake smile that no one returns. Over the next few weeks, many of my friends with no way to now get their ailments treated do kill themselves, but I wait patiently for death to come to me, even as the cancer begins to eat me alive. “Uncle Matt,” my Nephew Will pleads one day. “If you won't kill yourself, at least stay in your room or cover yourself. I can't stand to look at your lesions..” “You can't stand to look at them?” I raise a quizzical eyebrow. “And how do you think I feel, possessing them? But you and your parents chose this last November at the ballet box, so you must see the results.” Three months after my treatment ended, however, I find that I can no longer get myself out of bed. My body is now covered in lesions, and on TV. Republicans are still singing their victory. “Since undoing The Health Care Law, Insurance Companies are making money again,” said The Speaker of The House on TV. the first day I could not even make it to the bedside pan for the bathroom. “Which is, after all, what companies are supposed to do.” There was a time when that would have at least prompted a shout from me, but now the most I can manage is to wet my pants. Every inch of my body is in pain, every hour of every day. I can't eat any more, so there's only one bathroom product that needs cleaning up now. My family stays out of my room as much as they can, but must pass it every time they enter or leave the house. Suddenly, as I hear them entering the house after I know not what, days and hours are all one blur of agony now, I feel immeasurable pain everywhere in my body. I somehow manage to give a cry and right as they all three rush in, I see the horses beneath them, and then I see The Fourth Horseman, Death, unmask himself on TV., ride straight at me, and then my sun and moon and starts forever shatter.

CONSERVATISM RIDES THE PALE HORSE

THE PALE HORSE. BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT. Uninsurable Gunshot Gay was on her way to meet a girl. She couldn't remember her name, but her brother had assured her that this time this blind date really was interested in dating “In Gender” as Thomas had put it. There was an unusually strong spring in her step. “In spite of the fact that I've known who and what I am since I was eleven years old,” she mused. “I've never had a first date with a girl that warranted a second, and dates with boys are boring.” She rubbed the bald patch on her head self-consciously. “Some people can not see past the place where the bullet went in or the damage it did to my brain, of course,” she went on. “But more often it's me who does not call back for a second date.” Then she turned a corner and the smell of fresh pastries wafted up her large nostrils. She walked into Ernie's Bakery, looking around but trying not to be too obvious about it. A Drop Dead and Be Buried Gorgeous Girl in the far corner of the small room noticed her and waved a surreptitious hand. Uninsurable approached at a pace that was quick but not so quick as to draw attention. “Uninsurable?” the girl asked quietly, her eyes darting all around. Uninasurable assured herself that all of the other customers were occupied in their own conversations, then nodded and sat down. “My brother told me, but I've been terrible with names since I got shot in the head at three.” “Christy,” the girl said in a whisper. “But now that we've rondevued here ,let's go somewhere more private to talk.” Uninsurable nodded. “There's an underground Gay Bar a block away. No one knows it's not just some bar but the regulars like Thomas and I.” Christy still looked very nervous, but nodded, so they each bought a roll and then left, five minutes apart, at Christy's insistence When they reached The Silver Fork, they saw all sorts through the window, and some of the tension finally left Christy's face. Entering, as expected, Uninsurable saw that everyone inside was indeed paired with someone of the same sex. “They paint the windows and put in manicans that don't look Gay so that we don't get any unwanted attention,” Uninsurable told a confused looking Christy. “Let's find a seat.” They sat down and their waiter, who also happened to be Thomas's Boy-Friend, had just come over to take their order, when the doors burst open. In rode a figure cloaked and hooded in black and astride a pale horse. “There are no horses in. . .” the manager, Frank started to shout. Instantly the head turned towards him, and the moment he saw what was under the hood, he fell silent and a moment later fell lifeless to the floor. Everyone screamed and ran, but Uninsurable and Christy were not fast enough. Before they made it to the door, the figure pulled out an assault rifle and shot them both in the chest. Then the figure turned to ride away, but as he did they saw the face. “Was that The Speaker of The House or The Gun Nuts Organization Head?” asked Uninsurable, stunned “I'm not sure,” said Christy. “But he also looked a lot like that Pastor that's been railing against Gays and Gay Rights so. Call 911 on your cellular phone, we're both bleeding a lot.” The ambulance took its time, in Uninsurable's opinion, but eventually got there and rushed them to The nearest Emergency Room. Once there, Christy was rushed right in, but when The E.M.T.S started to remove Uninsurable from the ambulance, the pale horse reappeared, only this time its rider wore a doctors coat. “No uninsured patients in this E.R.” he said. “But Sir,” they said. “This is an Emergency Room, and this girl is in an emergency situation.” “Nevertheless,” said The Doctor that now looked like The Speaker of The House astride the pale horse. “Someone with her health history and thus no Health Insurance will not be treated here.” Then Uninsurable saw through all the facades as her heart and breathing slowed. The figure on the pale horse gave a horrible laugh, and then Uninsurable Gunshot Gay let out a last, desperate breath and could not draw another one. “Mommy, Daddy,” she screamed inside her head, and then all went black.

THE SOLE TRUE VOICE OF JUSTICE

Monday Night at Dinner, someone said they might vote for Wendy Davis in next year's Election because his daughter works for her, even though she's the wrong Party. Well, I suppose if you believe that any lunatic with money ought to be able to walk into a gun show and buy whatever guns he wants, regardless of what criminal and mental health history he may have, then Wendy Davis does belong to the wrong Party. If, however, you believe that lunatics and criminals should be no more able to purchase guns at Gun Shows than at Gun Stores, then it is The Republican Party that is THE WRONG PARTY and The Democratic Party that is The Right Party. If you believe that Businessmen at the top of Health Insurance Boards should be able to decide who can and who can not get Health Insurance that could mean the difference between being able to afford Life Saving Treatments or dying of treatable diseases based on a Health History that a patient was either born with or acquired as a child too young to be held responsible for their actions or even withhold some treatments from customers for similar reasons, then Wendy Davis does belong to the Wrong Party. If, however, you believe that all are "Created Equal" and are "endowed by their Creator With Certain Unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Happiness" then The Republican Party, which wants to return us to Health Care System that places more value on making money that on making People Well,is THE WRONG PARTY and The Democratic Party is The Right Party. If you believe that People should be shot, stoned or burned alive because of the Biology that they were born with, then Wendy Davis does belong to The Wrong Party. If, however, you believe that it is for GOD Alone to make that kind of Judgement, and not for any Human, then The Republican Party is THE WRONG PARTY and The Democratic Party is The Right Party. In short, if you believe only those who think like you about guns, are in perfect Health and are Heterosexual are entitled to "Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Happiness" then Wendy Davis does belong to the Wrong Party. But, if you believe that "Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Happiness" should be and are Rights for all, then everything about The Republican Party and its Worship of Death makes it THE WRONG PARTY and The Democratic Party The Right Party. So it all depends on what you think is wrong, saving lives or letting people whose lives could be saved die and even taking part in the taking of life. Whether you believe that life ends when GOD pulls our number or the moment that we are born. So what do you call life? And if you believe The Democratic Party is the wrong Party how can you call yourself Pro Life if you believe a born child is still alive? That is The Question that Conservatives must answer before saying that The Democratic Party is the Wrong Party in any true sense. That is the challenge I lay as I Hurl down my Gauntlet at last To Conservatism and The Republican Party and await them to pick it up. THe Republican Party is THE WRONG PARTY, and as of now I am The Fire that will lay them bare and exposed as what they truly are. . .Death, and so the battle is joined as The Fire, I, am at last lit and start to blaze over the fuel they have supplied me with. BURN ON, THE SOLE TRUE VOICE OF JUSTICE.

WHILE THE NUT CASES RANT, HOW MANY MUST DIE

HOW MANY MUST DIE? BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT. I couldn't believe it. I finally got a gun. I'd wanted one all my life of course, but. . . “Sir, you were diagnosed with multiple personalities and as schizophrenic when you were two, and you've been in and out of Prison since you were fifteen. This is a Respectable, Responsible, Law Abiding Gun Store that would lose its reputation as such if we sold someone like you a gun. . .” was all I heard at every store. “But I just want to target shoot and hunt deer and pheasants,” I protested again and again. “That's what your current, peaceful personality says,” they would always reply. “But what about your more violent personalities. And your other. . .issue?” I never had an answer for any of these, for three of my personalities were rather violent, one of them extremely so. But I could usually tell when she was coming and so would make sure the gun was empty and the ammo put away before she got there. However, I'd tried to explain this the first few times and gotten nowhere, so I did not even attempt it anymore. So, of course, I was thrilled when I heard about the so-called “Gun Show Loophole” and then found out that there was a gun show coming to town a few days later. “If I still lived with my parents,” I told the elephant I shared my apartment with. “They wouldn't let me go, but since I'm on my own now, I can.” “Go for it, Jim,” he said. So, of course, I did. “A six shooter is fine,” I said. “I just want to target shoot and hunt deer and pheasants.” “If that's all,” he said, handing me the gun and taking my money. “Why don't you already have one?” I hesitate, making sure in my mind that the transaction is complete, then answer. “Because this is the first Local Gun Show since I got my own place and gun stores won't sell to someone with schizophrenia, twelve personalities, three of which are quite violent, and a criminal record going back more than half my life. But there are no checks at gun shows.” Before he can respond, I dash off and am out the door with my loaded six shooter and one spare clip I grabbed as I was walking out before anyone has a chance to stop me. I see a heard of deer walking down the street, but there are people too, so I keep my hand in check and engage my feet to follow them. As they and I alone turn onto a side street, the biggest one, walking at the back, suddenly turns around and faces me. “Why are you following us?” he says in a vaguely familiar voice. For a moment I stop, trying to place the voice. Then, suddenly, I know. The man who first gave me shock therapy. “DR. Marshhead!” I cry, raising my gun as the deer facade falls away to reveal my arch nemesis, the man I swore at thirteen I would some day repay for that electricity. “Prepare to pay for your crimes.” “Wait,” he cries. “What are you talking about young man, I'm not a doctor and I've never seen you before in my life.” “Lies,” I scream, and pull the trigger. As he falls, the horse beside him screams and runs at me, so I shoot her too. I hear one of the younger zebras trying to contact the alien mother ship with his beeper device, so I shoot him too. An older young lioness jumps at me, so I shoot her as well. I ready my second clip, knowing I will need it soon as a monkey and a crocodile from the group run at me. After killing them, I reload, then shoot the four charging unicorns. I empty my last two bullets into the two aliens that are about to attack me. That only leaves the crying and terrified looking little boy. “Better strangle him, or he could be a witness,” says a familiar voice in my head. “But they were just deer, lions, crocodile, monkeys, unicorns and aliens,” I tell it aloud. “Why would he care about them?” He looks up, and though the tears still run down and streak it, his face is flushed with anger. “They were my family, you Nut Job. My name is Charles Moses Winchester. Memorize my name and my face. Someday, when I'm older, bigger and stronger, they will be the lat thing you ever see and hear in this life.” Before I can respond, I hear sirens all around me, and then there are police everywhere. One of them picks up the child and rushes him off. “Drop the weapon Sir,” I hear from all directions at once. “It's empty, see,” I hold it up and put my finger to the trigger to show them. My one sane self points out too late that this is a mistake, for they open fire immediately and then all of my worlds collapse.

OPONENTS OF OBAMACARE ARE AGENTS OF DEATH PERIOD

Republicans love to talk about the problems with The Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act, more commonly known these days as Obamacare. But they never like to talk about the problems with the old system that made Health Care Reform necessary. I suppose this makes sense, considering they believe anyone with a Health Issue that makes a money based Health Insurance System not interested in us a subhuman monster and that we should all just kill ourselves or be put to death. But of course while they love to talk about how the Health Exchange Website is not working, they always refrain from mentioning that the reason it is not working is because having lost in court and at the ballet box, THEY hired hackers to sabotage the website so that they could say that the new system is not working. Mit Romney accuses President Obama of lying about people being able to keep their Health Insurance because some companies, private businesses by the way, made the business decision to cash in on their customers and get out of the market, which in some cases has left their customers worse off, but that was the decision of businessman, whom Republicans think are always right, not anything in the actual law that forced their hand. But on the subject of lying, Mit Romney, a Republican, is going to accuse President Obama of lying. Really? After Death Panels? After his Party has refused to even acknowledge that the term "preexisting conditions" exists for more than four years accept once by him in the 2012 campaign? After calling it a government take over of Health Care when it totally depends on the private market? We don't let companies discriminate against people in hiring because of race or gender, so why is it all right, according to Republicans, for Health Insurance Companies to discriminate against those of us with Health Issues, many of which we were either born with or acquired when we were very young children? And make no mistake, that is the system that will return if The Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act is undone,whatever lies they may occasionally throw out as bones to those of us for whom money before patients did not work. It took a long time and a lot if work to finally get this done and if it is undone, it would take no less to get something new in place. And how can anyone that would send us back to the system that put money over patient care possibly call themselves Pro Life? Is the new law perfect? Probably not, but it sure beats the old system for an awful lot of us, and anyone who Truly Cares at all about "Liberty and Justice For ALL" will right now stop trying to undermine Justice In Health Care and start working to make sure it works for everyone, since the only known alternative most definitely does not.