Politicians
and pundits who insist that the House passage of Trump’s Don’tCare bill is a "win" for the Republican party and
the president, conveniently ignore the concept of "win."
They were
having a great time ignoring it in the Rose Garden Thursday night having taken
the team bus down to the White House to gloat and sneer at the rest of America
while Trump reminded them, once again, that he’s the president, and can pull
off stunts like that because, well, he’s the president, ha, ha, wink, wink.
A win only
counts at the end of the game...not at the end of the first quarter, or in the
fifth inning, or on the first lap of the Indy 500. As one of my friends noted,
the bizarre and, frankly, humiliating, GOP ceremony Trump hosted in the Rose
Garden came off as if they were celebrating winning the coin toss.
And
please, Mr. Trump, don’t give us the “I’m the president,” shtick; get over it
already; world leaders, from Merkel to Mays to Putin to Xi, and even to Kim
Jong-un, probably watched your self-aggrandizing performance with barf bags in
their laps.
And,
as a friendly aside, Mr. Trump, when you’re in a meeting with Malcolm Turnbull,
Australia’s Prime Minister (the guy you hung up on last fall—and who you made
wait while you celebrated with Team Ryan), think hard before you
give the Aussies credit for having better health care than we do; the word
that comes to my mind is “irony,” but maybe you see it differently. But I
digress.
The
House Don’tCare bill will go to the
Senate, beginning the second third of the game—Mr. Trump seems, as usual, to
not understand that legislation is a three-part process whereby:
1.
The House sends what it
approved to the Senate;
2. The Senate (the alleged “deliberative
body”), if it accepts the House Don’tCare
bill (and that’s a reasonable “if”), must wait for the Congressional Budget
Office’s (CBO) score for projected costs of the GOP’s healthcare pool (not even
close to $8 billion over five years), the Don’tCare
bill’s deficit neutral potential (nil), and the human impact (how many millions
of Americans (read “voters”) will be thrown under the GOP’s “Promise Bus” and
not be able to afford the GOP’s Don’tCare
bill).
As the Washington
Post reported, “It also revived questions about the measure’s fate in the
Senate, where widespread disagreement remains among Republicans about how to
proceed on health care. First, the Senate’s parliamentarian — or rules-keeper —
cannot review the legislation and determine the rules of debate until the CBO
submits its official estimate, which could take several more weeks to complete,
according to congressional aides. That would mean that official Senate debate
on the bill could not begin until June.”
Depending on
the CBO’s report, the Senate will either gag, actually throw up, or light its
collective hair on fire and run around looking for a way out of the building. Once
they have settled down and licked their wounds (and installed two new AA
batteries in Mitch McConnell so at least his eyes blink and his lips move), the
Senators (especially those up for reelection in 2018) will:
a. take their own sweet time to figure out how
not to look terrible back home, where many constituents have those pesky “pre-existing
conditions” (like aging) or who actually need:
i. ambulance services,
ii. pediatric care,
iii. maternity care,
iv. mental health services (which
most of the nation will need, by the time this is all over),
v. prescription drugs (won’t
we all want a bit of Xanax?),
vi. or cancer treatments,
diabetes care, etc.
b. hold some hearings on the Don’tCare bill (or their version of it);
c. reassure their healthcare
lobbyists that there will be plenty of profits in the Don’tCare bill for them (this is a crucial step: the insurance
companies want to be sure they are financially covered in case they are ever
diagnosed with the pre-existing condition known as morals);
d. instruct their staffs to
read what is actually in the Don’tCare bill
they are considering and report back in one-page decision memos;
e. join hands in a big circle
on the Senate floor and listen to Bob Dylan’s “Blowing in the Wind” and John Lennon’s “Imagine”
(just kidding);
f. realize that the Memorial
Day and Fourth of July recesses are fast-approaching and decide to do nothing
until just before the Labor Day recess (oops, too late now…better wait until
never); or…
g. cobble together a compromise
Don’tCare bill so distasteful to the
House that once it goes to the House-Senate conference, the Freedom Caucus will
implode, accidentally sucking Paul Ryan and Kevin McCarthy into the void;
h. construct a tall fence
around the entire Capitol building to fend off the millions of Don’tCare-ineligible citizens who are converging on the Congress
with pitchforks and blazing torches, looking for Republican Senators and
Representatives whose tattooed foreheads are, in Nancy Pelosi’s words, “glowing
in the dark;”
i. place an anonymous phone
call to the White House informing Trump that the Capitol dog ate the Don’tCare bill and they have nothing to
turn in.
3. Instead of a signing ceremony
for his Don’tCare bill, Trump sends
Tomahawk missiles into the House and Senate office buildings, and everywhere
else the intelligence services say Members of Congress are hiding, then blames
the attack on the media and North Korea, launches nukes against CNN, the Post, the Times, and Pyongang, and claims a win.
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