"Feelings, OH, Oh, Oh, Feelings"
"😳A Magical Celebration of Feelings"
I’m always assured by my feelings that I’m right. Feelings don’t lie. So, when I’m really feeling it, I’m in the zone. Because love is all about feelings. Because love is a feeling. Therefore feelings are love. Meaning, feelings are truth. Now, don’t ask me to explain the meaning of my feelings. Do you ask a person building a bridge for facts? No. Their feelings will do just fine. I mean a suspension bridge carrying say….a dozen 18 wheelers can be built from thread, if you have the right feelings. A can of toxic waste is no different than mother’s milk, if it’s backed by feelings. With the right feelings, 2 plus 2 can be seventy trillion, and so on and so forth.
This brings to my real topic, which is feelings. “Feelings, oh, oh oh, feelings, oh, oh oh, feelings….feelings of love.”
That was a song from the seventies. We knew about feelings back in those days of yore. The seventies should have been called “The Love Generation.” And that’s because we had feelings….lot’s of feelings.
Yes, feelings can send a person to the moon. They can even make the worst shit imaginable seem meaningful, as long as you only use feelings. Let’s take Obama Care, for instance; this mangled albatross of a health care law was sold on a series of easily verifiable lies, without a single republican vote. It was passed when Congress was out of session, so there would be no one around to complain. Once the law was passed, nothing about it worked. Moreover, the cost of building the Obama Care web sight alone was upwards of a billion dollars, and it didn't work worth a damn for the longest time. It was a real boon to Michele Obama’s friend, though, since it was her company that got the deal to create the website, while making out like a literal bandit with staggering cost overruns. What’s a measly hundred fold price differential among friends, especially when the tax payers on the hook for it. And no, you couldn’t keep your doctor, there were no savings, but there were rapidly rising prices, stratospheric deductibles, with a fraction of the coverage. But, I do have insurance, even if I don’t really have health care.
This is where people say “Hey! We thought you were going to do some jokes about “Feelings! We feel betrayed.”
What can I say except “There you go again, with those feelings.”
Here’s a tragic example of what I’m talking about; Jimmy Kimmel apparently has a sick child, and there is nothing worse than that. But his plea to maintain Obama Care was solely based on feelings. I mean, the guy is rich. He has a ten million dollar a year salary and a net worth of thirty five million dollars. You think Jimmy Kimmel has Obama Care? And, even if he does, he has, relatively speaking, staggering wealth to pay for whatever his son needs.
“But what about those health care costs? They could eat up his money in no time." That's one of the more common questions I've heard people ask.
If that’s the case, what do you think Obama Care’s value is to the average working class American, since it doesn’t begin to cover those kinds of costs. Not in your wildest imagination, does it even get close, to being close. So, if you set aside your feelings and empathy for just a second, you’ll see why Obama Care is substantially worthless. Meaning, even if you have a piece of paper that says you have health insurance, that doesn’t, for one damned second, mean you have access to real, substantial health care, should you really get sick. And that is what pisses me off about Jimmy Kimmel’s heartfelt plea, as sympathetic as I am to his plight as a father of a sick child.
In reality, all the lying sack of shit politicians who are responsible for our current health care disaster should be held accountable for what they’ve done. But they won’t be. Because some Americans have damned strong feelings about it. And, as we all know feelings don’t lie. Some people lie, however, just about every time they open their mouths. But, the important thing to remember is, just because you are a liar, doesn't mean you have to feel like one. And, in the end—for far to many people—that’s good enough.
Shaka Zulu
I’m always assured by my feelings that I’m right. Feelings don’t lie. So, when I’m really feeling it, I’m in the zone. Because love is all about feelings. Because love is a feeling. Therefore feelings are love. Meaning, feelings are truth. Now, don’t ask me to explain the meaning of my feelings. Do you ask a person building a bridge for facts? No. Their feelings will do just fine. I mean a suspension bridge carrying say….a dozen 18 wheelers can be built from thread, if you have the right feelings. A can of toxic waste is no different than mother’s milk, if it’s backed by feelings. With the right feelings, 2 plus 2 can be seventy trillion, and so on and so forth.
This brings to my real topic, which is feelings. “Feelings, oh, oh oh, feelings, oh, oh oh, feelings….feelings of love.”
That was a song from the seventies. We knew about feelings back in those days of yore. The seventies should have been called “The Love Generation.” And that’s because we had feelings….lot’s of feelings.
Yes, feelings can send a person to the moon. They can even make the worst shit imaginable seem meaningful, as long as you only use feelings. Let’s take Obama Care, for instance; this mangled albatross of a health care law was sold on a series of easily verifiable lies, without a single republican vote. It was passed when Congress was out of session, so there would be no one around to complain. Once the law was passed, nothing about it worked. Moreover, the cost of building the Obama Care web sight alone was upwards of a billion dollars, and it didn't work worth a damn for the longest time. It was a real boon to Michele Obama’s friend, though, since it was her company that got the deal to create the website, while making out like a literal bandit with staggering cost overruns. What’s a measly hundred fold price differential among friends, especially when the tax payers on the hook for it. And no, you couldn’t keep your doctor, there were no savings, but there were rapidly rising prices, stratospheric deductibles, with a fraction of the coverage. But, I do have insurance, even if I don’t really have health care.
This is where people say “Hey! We thought you were going to do some jokes about “Feelings! We feel betrayed.”
What can I say except “There you go again, with those feelings.”
Here’s a tragic example of what I’m talking about; Jimmy Kimmel apparently has a sick child, and there is nothing worse than that. But his plea to maintain Obama Care was solely based on feelings. I mean, the guy is rich. He has a ten million dollar a year salary and a net worth of thirty five million dollars. You think Jimmy Kimmel has Obama Care? And, even if he does, he has, relatively speaking, staggering wealth to pay for whatever his son needs.
“But what about those health care costs? They could eat up his money in no time." That's one of the more common questions I've heard people ask.
If that’s the case, what do you think Obama Care’s value is to the average working class American, since it doesn’t begin to cover those kinds of costs. Not in your wildest imagination, does it even get close, to being close. So, if you set aside your feelings and empathy for just a second, you’ll see why Obama Care is substantially worthless. Meaning, even if you have a piece of paper that says you have health insurance, that doesn’t, for one damned second, mean you have access to real, substantial health care, should you really get sick. And that is what pisses me off about Jimmy Kimmel’s heartfelt plea, as sympathetic as I am to his plight as a father of a sick child.
In reality, all the lying sack of shit politicians who are responsible for our current health care disaster should be held accountable for what they’ve done. But they won’t be. Because some Americans have damned strong feelings about it. And, as we all know feelings don’t lie. Some people lie, however, just about every time they open their mouths. But, the important thing to remember is, just because you are a liar, doesn't mean you have to feel like one. And, in the end—for far to many people—that’s good enough.
Shaka Zulu