AT LAST, I HAVE FOUND THE WORDS

I have been trying since the first Wednesday in November, 2008, to put to words how the people who say "repeal and replace" or "Obamacare" in a derisive tone effect me. Until now, however, I have been unsuccessful in fully achieving this end. Yesterday's short story "The Unclean Brain" however, does achieve this. Martha's Uncle Mike is not unlike my uncle Bill. True, he has never actually told me to wear a cow bell and so on, but he thinks those of us with preexisting conditions lives' are worth no more than Uncle Mike in the story does. Nor does any other Republican in the country, so he is not alone. They all really think that those of us with health "issues" should be singled out, in some way marked as inferior beings, and then either rounded up and put in pins or in some other way set apart as "different" and "inferior" from and to the rest of society. As far as I'm concerned, this includes not only Uncle Bill but every other Republican in my family (so-called family)(I'll give my ninety year old grandma a pass, but ONLY her) and my circle of so-called friends. They can say that this is not so, but actions speak louder than words, and their actions say that it is true. If this is truly not the case, let their actions change. Beyond that, I will let yesterday's story speak for itself, for in truth I am a much bette story teller than speech writer anyway.