…is much too hard.
Since people in DC seem so big on “comprehensive solutions,” I propose a much broader effort than simply repealing ObamaCare. It should be called the “Liberty Restoration Act,” and should be festooned like a Christmas tree with a rollback of much of the federal code (e.g., the idiotic incandescent bulb ban, and toilet specs, and ethanol requirements).
It’s long past time to legalize it.
…and the lies of ObamaCare.
It should be understood that they are in cahoots with Obama, to the degree that they hate free markets. They’re just pissed that he wouldn’t stay bought. No sympathy and no honor among thieves.
Soopergenius.
It’s never going to happen, Roger.
He doesn’t even believe he’s done anything wrong. He’s just angry, and frustrated and confused that so many people seem to think he has. Anyway, then we’d be stuck with Biden. Not clear that’s any better, particularly from the standpoint of Iran.
Some might think that Jonah Goldberg is enjoying the Democrats’ melt down too much, but I think it’s just the right amount:
In the wake of Hurricane Katrina, it took about five minutes for liberals to cast the chaos and confusion of the disaster as a searing indictment of not just the Bush administration but of conservatism itself. Whatever the merits of that argument (and there are not many), Katrina was at least a surprise. The October 1 deadline for Obamacare was set by Obama’s own administration years ago — and it caught them completely off guard. The president may now claim that he knew nothing, but he must have wondered why Henry Chao, Healthcare.gov’s chief project manager, set the bar of success at sea level last March: “Let’s just make sure it’s not a Third World experience.” At this point, it could only be more of a Third World experience if Healthcare.gov required enrollees to pay with chickens.
Go forth, and share in his joy.
Some questions for them.
Every one of them up for reelection should lose their race.
Julia Ioffe is righteously pissed off:
At this writing, I have been coughing for 72 days. Not on and off coughing, but continuously, every day and every night, for two and a half months. And not just coughing, but whooping: doubled over, body clenched, sucking violently for air, my face reddening and my eyes watering. Sometimes, I cough so hard, I vomit. Other times, I pee myself. Both of these symptoms have become blessedly less frequent, and I have yet to break a rib coughing—also a common side effect. Nor do I still have the fatigue that felled me, often, at my desk and made me sleep for 16 hours a night on the weekends. Now I rarely choke on things like water, though it turns out laughing, which I do a lot of, is an easy trigger for a violent, paralyzing cough that doctors refer to not as a cough, but a paroxysm.
Somehow, I doubt that most of these people are Republicans.
Questions and answers from Holman Jenkins and Stephen Green