I LOVE OBAMACARE THIRTY-SEVEN AND A HALF

When I was an eight year old CHILD, I made the mistake of running out into the street in front of a car. If anyone who knows me or has any connection at all to me knows of a child who has never made a mistake, let me by midnight on Sunday, May Eleventh, 2014. Unfortunately, this mistake was more costly than some, since in this accident I suffered what we then called a head injury but today call the more formal and Medical sounding Term a Traumatic Brain Injury. Regardless of the name, it basically meant that when I came out of the coma I had to start from square one with a blank slate. Fortunately, I was a fast learner and so did graduate from High School at age eighteen in June of 1994, having received my Eagle Scout Award a few months earlier. I also completed college in four years, graduating in May of 1998. Since then I have been working on fulfilling my lifelong dream of becoming a professional writer. I share all of this so that all may know that I am a hard worker, have earned everything I've gotten since I was old enough to do so, and have never asked or expected The Government to GIVE me anything, certainly not for free But, because of my Traumatic Brain Injury, since I became too old to receive Health Insurance through my dad, I have been unable to retain private Health Insurance because of my what the Health Insurance INDUSTRY called "Preexisting Condition." Until, of course, January of this year, when Obamacare (otherwise known as the PATIENT PROTECTION and Affordable Care Act) kicked fully in and such discrimination became illegal. Since I signed up for Insurance through the Exchange, I have been paying half as much a month for coverage as I was under The Risk Pool, which was required by Texas Law to always be twice the rate of comparable, private coverage (which was still better than people in States who had absolutely NOTHING, of which there were many), which is nice, but to me personally the more significant fact is that I feel like I am being treated like a Human Being again, rather than the subhuman piece of pond sludge that I felt I was regarded as under the old, money over people system. But, of course, all an Republican can do is rant about what is wrong with the new system, how "wonderful" the old system was, and how we ought to repeal this law, go back to the old system, study it for another twenty years, and then maybe do something much smaller. WEL, I WILL NOT HAVE IT! Therefore, every Republican in my life will, by the above mentioned deadline, either show me such a child, or in front of m e, burn their Republican Voter Registration Card in a pyre and renounce everything in that Party and The Conservative Philosophy in a way that I can be certain they mean it and can never go back on it, or they will be Out of My Life, FOREVER. NO PRISONERS.