By Carter Clews
I’m old. So I have every right to pen this column.
Just surviving to 63 years old alone is justification enough for me to be querulous. And besides that, the older I get the more I become my little old Italian mother’s selfsame son, which means I never have an opinion that goes unexpressed.
And my opinion is that Barack Obama hates us old folks. For some reason, we Baby Boomers seem to stick in that guy’s crawl. To him, we’re little more than the living dead. We’re ghoulish zombies preying on all about us. And the sooner he can snuff us out, the better.
So, first, he came up with a bizarre “health care” plan that consigns us all to Soylent Green Death Rooms whenever he and his top “medical advisors,” Ezekiel Immanuel and Peter Singer, decide we have outlived our usefulness. He calls it “rationing.” I call it euthanasia. And whatever you call it, if you’re my age and “Obamacare” passes, it’s the clinical equivalent of the Hotel California: “You can check out at any time/But you can never leave.”
Here’s how Obama’s good pal “Zeke” put the harrowing reality of government rationing in his bioethics journal article, The Hastings Report: “Services provided to individuals who are irreversibly prevented from being or becoming participating citizens are not basic and should not be guaranteed.”
Peter Singer, for his part, has declared that “saving one teenager is equivalent to saving fourteen 85-year-olds.”
Since, according to Ezekiel and Singer, government health care should only be rationed out to “participating citizens” (i.e., those able to make major contributions to the public good), you don’t need prescription bifocals to see that we old timers won’t have long to live once Obama and his grizzly gang of death czars start rationing out the health care.
And that’s just the beginning. When pressed as to how he would pay for his multi-trillion-dollar government health care rationing racket, Obama once again singled out the elderly for the short end of the sharpened stick. Why, he proclaimed, I’ll just defund Medicare and Medicaid.
Say what?!
In short, Barack Obama’s solution for his costly health care boondoggle is to build a bulging new bureaucracy on the bent backs of our nation’s elderly. And one can’t help but be reminded of Ebenezer Scrooge’s response to the poor besotted alms collectors: “If they would rather die, they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.”
So, now, we have an “ageist” President who wants to redistribute health care from the old to the young – and then wants to pay for it by gutting the one program that’s keeping many of the elderly alive. Can you say, “Dr. Death”?
And yet, it gets even worse.
Apparently realizing that some elderly may, in fact, survive the hoary purge, Obama has now taken especially onerous steps to help push us all into an early grave.
Let’s say you somehow escape Obama’s Soylent Green Death Rooms. And let’s further say you in some way survive having your Medicare and Medicaid stripped away. Now, you might think that all you have to do is keep the thermostat on 55, turn off all the lights, eat dog food, and hope and pray that your Social Security check helps you make ends meet.
Well, not so fast there, Snerdly.
You see, almost as if he overheard you conspiring with your geek friends to survive the purge, Barack Obama has now taken away your inflation-fighting Social Security cost of living adjustment. That’s right, from now on, as prices go up, you live on less.
Let me put that in perspective for you: Over the past year – thanks largely to Obama’s wild government spending spree — the inflation rate has skyrocketed to a whopping seven percent. Now, it used to be that your Social Security check would automatically increase by the same seven percent to make sure you could make ends meet.
But, that was before Ebenezer Obama turned his guns on Baby Boomers. Thanks to Obama’s penchant for picking off the old folks, you just lost seven dollars for every hundred in your Social Security check. So, slip into your Sunday best and go on out and order the coffin.
Don’t like that idea? Well, if the Obama health care takeover passes, not to worry. Very soon, a group of cold-eyed, black shrouded, ashen-faced death counselors will be coming to your door to kindly direct you to the nearest Soylent Green Death Room.
Once there, you can climb up on the gurney, lay back, drink the cyanide-laced kool-aide and imagine what life was like back when you and I were young, Nelly, and people like Barack Obama only appeared in nightmares and horror movies.
Carter Clews is the Executive Editor of ALG News.
