Shut it Down

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How many times, in the last couple of years, have we heard about the government discussing shutting down their business because of the in-fighting?

Do you even pay attention to it anymore?

Doesn't it all seem rather juvenile?

I guess the latest problem is the health care bill that was made into law by a vote that went through the senate and the house.

They passed it!

Now some of them don't want it?

So they're gonna' take their ball and go home?

I know that I'm naive when it comes to the games they play and the dishonesty of all of it, but wouldn't it stand to reason that the one way to change things is to introduce a new bill and work to have elements of what you don't want re-done?

Is that too much work?

I'm sorry. It just all smacks of absolute laziness and politics based on who you hate more than who it may or may not help.

I can't even begin to understand the workings of the healthcare bill, but don't worry about me, I didn't understand the old system.

I've been to three different hip specialists in the last six months. They are all fine doctors. Really smart guys. I've enjoyed talking with them. They all know I wrote a couple of books about Women & Children's Hospital of Buffalo so we've had a unique relationship. One of them was asking me questions about re-writes as he hit just the right spot with a cortisone shot.

They all agree my hip needs surgery.

Yet here I sit.

We haven't scheduled it yet because the surgeon is waiting on approval from the insurance to get the CT-Scan, that he needs to see where he's cutting, approved.

"They're playing games," one of the receptionists told me the other day. "Typical shit, excuse my language."

And I haven't truly bitched yet because work is extremely busy. I want to limp through it a little longer, but it's frustrating.

Should I blame Obama?

Do you think he knows about my case?

Yet there are moments when I just wish they would call the bluff of the morons who want to threaten and cajole to get their own way.

Send 'em home.

Save their high salaries.

Let's see how it goes with no government at all.

I'm thinking it'll be a bit of a mess.

When we were kids we did have one little bastard that always brought the ball and always whined that he'd take his ball and go home.

"Let him go," my brother said one time. "We'll buy our own ball and he won't ever play again."

The kid adjusted his attitude really quickly.

But what the hell do I know?

I can't even get my hip fixed.

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