Aaaaand I’m back!

Hey kiddies. Long time no post. Seems I’ve sort of neglected this. I think at one point I had an audience of as many as 20 people. I’m pretty sure we’re back to zero now. A lot has happened. To all of us. When I started this blog it was many many years ago. I was married, I had two kids, and my wife was going slowly insane. We still don’t know exactly what is wrong with her, but I have a few amateur armchair suspicions. What’s important is after a long drawn out legal battle in a justice system that is skewed against dads and, in particular, atheists, I divorced my wife and eventually got residential custody of my kids. My kids went through hell and there was nothing I could do to stop it. They’re both grown adults now, and I think they turned out pretty well despite everything. And by everything I don’t just mean their mom. I made plenty of mistakes myself. The difference is that I own my mistakes. Anyway… rambling again.

Another impetus for this blog was the trauma of leaving a religious cult. Those folks fuck with your mind, and I spent a lot of years sorting through who I was and what I believed. As part of my recovery I took a class in Logic and Critical Thinking and it was the single best thing I ever did for myself, although it changed my life irreversibly. I’m now an atheist, a science enthusiast, and (by American standards) a crazy ass whacked out deranged libtard. That’s American for “I care about people I don’t know.”

I sorted through a lot of things on this platform. Actually, it was another platform and it’s been so long now I don’t even remember what it was. But it had an orange logo. I imported everything here. That’s probably about the time I lost the handful of followers my blog had at the time. Sometime around then Facebook and Twitter became the bright shiny new thing. I started tweeting. A lot. Don’t go looking for it, that account is gone. When Elon Musk went full on far right psycho I deleted the account. I don’t really have a social media presence left. Not as Dr. Cowboy anyway. But while I was doing the incessant tweeting thing, broadcasting every stupid thought that popped into my head out into the interwebs, I stopped blogging. I got married again. This time to someone with mental conditions that range in the two digit range (e.g. she was diagnosed with more than 10), none of which I knew about when I took those vows. So that was fun. I learned all about narcissistic personality disorder. And antisocial personality disorder. And a few others. I popped back in for one more blog post in 2019 in the middle of that shitstorm. I don’t think anybody read it. I doubt anybody will read this either. The blog has always been for me, with the rest of you invited along for the journey. I’ll probably keep exploring all of those topics, because the trauma from all of them still lives in my head. I’m still working through all of it. And now, we have orange Jesus in the white house. And every trigger I’ve accumulated over the last 2 1/2 decades is being triggered again. We’re gonna explore that too. I’m gonna have a hard time getting through the insanity that’s coming our way. Hopefully we can get through this together.

We’ve had quite the journey, y’all. Where do we go from here? Well, the country decided to elect an over the top narcissist with apparent dementia and a felony fraud conviction and a history of insurrection and stealing classified documents. Because why the fuck not? What’s the worst that can happen? Well we’re finding out day by day. We’re only a couple of weeks into the second term and the shit is flying fast and furious. I’m not going to be able to keep up with that, so don’t look to me as a news source. Plenty of others are doing that already. I’m here for us regular types who didn’t drink the orange koolaid, and are trying to keep our sanity intact while deciding what to do. When we studied Nazi Germany in school some of us wondered, or perhaps even asked by the teacher, “what would you do if you lived through that?” I think we can say for certain now that most of us gave a bullshit answer. Most of us should have said “not a goddamned fucking thing.” I don’t want to be that one. I intend to resist. I intend to keep people safe. I intend to be the person who hid Anne Frank, not the one who turned her in. Although sometimes I wonder if I’m not in danger of being Anne Frank. Let’s hope it doesn’t get there, but folks, we can’t assume anything yet. We’ve got at least four years of this shit to get through. One hopes our form of government holds long enough to retain elections for that long. That’s not what happened in Germany. Or Russia. I mean, technically Russia still has elections, but… c’mon. We all know, Vladimir.

So once again I need this outlet. I have no idea where we’re going. Let’s start finding out.

Healing From Narcissistic Emotional Abuse For Men Part 1

Dearly beloved are you listening?

It’s 5 in the morning. I’m not up early, I’m up late. Once again, I can’t sleep. Some nights I sleep like a rock. Some nights I wake up every hour or two. Some nights I don’t sleep at all. This is one of the latter kind. My mind just won’t shut the fuck up. It just won’t.

Chances are you found your way to the post because drumroll you’ve recently been in an emotionally abusive relationship with a narcissist (why is that word so fucking hard to spell?). I’m so smart, see how I guessed that? Surprise, I have too. That’s why (surprise!) I’m writing this post.

You m Image result for sexy man ay have noticed something oddly different about this post than other posts, links, books, YouTube videos, etc. etc. that you may have run across in your search for emotional validation: the words FOR MEN. Odds are, you’re not. In my journey that’s the first thing I discovered, almost all victims of emotional abuse by narcissists are women. This can be a little problematic if, say, you’re not a woman. I’ve already become fairly frustrated with my search for self-actualization. The first audiobook I purchased on the subject was late last night. I downloaded it and set it to play on my tablet. Being aware of the skewed gender distribution of narcissists and their victims, I tried to find one that was at least somewhat gender neutral. That’s not all that easy. So many have taglines along the lines of “is he a narcissist?” “thousands of women have found hope in this book” etc. etc. I thought I found one so I dropped some much needed cash on my recovery and started listening with the intention of drifting off to sleep after finding some comfort. I quickly became frustrated as the book talked about narcissists and their victims in VERY gender specific terms. Rather than finding healing I’m finding my self-doubt growing. I’m a man. Am I really the narcissist? Was she right all along? I’m I really to blame for everything?

So finding my anxiety heightened rather than assuaged I went back to searching for books that were, perhaps, gender specific but in the other direction: Empathetic men victimized by narcissistic women.

Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero. Bupkis.

Apparently society is simply under the impression that all men are the same and none of us have any kind of emotional vulnerability. I’m here to tell you that’s bullshit. Highly sensitive men might be a minority but we definitely exist. I know a few who just happen to not be me. So here I am, sleep deprived, anxiety plagued, depressed, and in desperate need of attention to hygiene to say “This shit happened to me too.” That is not to say that if you’re a woman you might not find some value in my writing, but I’m writing this for me. This blog has always been by me for me. I’ve never had a large following at any point. I think at one point I might have had twenty or so regular readers, but in checking my blog stats this morning on my blog that hasn’t seen a post since 2016, my blog had a grand total of two hits for 2019. I’m pretty sure they were both me. That said, if this helps you nobody will be more excited than me. Follow along. Maybe we’ll find some peace together. First, a little background on me, just in case anybody who isn’t me reads it.

The space that’s in between insane and insecure

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First of all, I use profanity. A lot. If that makes you uncomfortable, you’re on the wrong blog.

My name is Dr. David Grey. No it isn’t, but that’s not important. It is to you. What am I a doctor of? I’m not. It’s a fake degree. I printed it off from an unaccredited diploma mill years ago to make a point about how worthless degrees from unaccredited institutions are. I know a few “experts” spreading around woo (a term that means bullshit) with “Dr.” prefixed on their name. A little digging shows that their degrees are worth about as much as mine. Hence, I’m a doctor. Strictly speaking my doctorate is intelligent design or some bullshit like that. If I find the PDF with my degree I’ll be happy to post it.

I’m a musician. That’s the label that describes me the most completely. Music is my love, my sanctuary, my therapy, and my life’s blood. I started playing the violin at age four. I was concertmaster for all of junior high and always in some kind of titled seat through high school. I won the solo competition with my high school orchestra, played in the the local youth symphony, and went to music camp every summer. I went to college on a double scholarship for violin and French horn (picked that one up in 6th grade or so). My college professor destroyed my wrists and ended what was once a promising career. I washed out of college shortly after.

I got married in my early 20s. I fucked around and did a lot of nothing. I went to community college half assed and worked crap jobs. This went until around age 29 or so when my wife got involved in a religious cult. I was indoctrinated shortly after. After a bit more than a year of psychological abuse I left the cult. I went through that clusterfuck by myself. Nobody knew what I was going through, and my wife was still in the cult. I pulled myself through that crap alone, and I’m proud of that. It was fucking hell.

Related image About a year later, as I was getting ready to divorce my wife because I had no intention of having children with her and having them be raised in a religious cult, my wife surprisingly left. Excited at what looked like the restoration of my marriage, we had our first child some nine months later. i cleaned my act up and got a computer science degree and began working as a software developer. Far from being the restoration of my marriage, it proved to be it’s undoing.

Image result for crazy eyes My first wife apparently succumbed to some form of mental illness. It was difficult to spot at first, but ten years later it was undeniable. I’m not a psychiatrist so I can’t say what it is with any certainty, but from what I’ve learned it bears a lot of resemblance to schizophrenia. Who knows. The short version is ugly divorce, custody battle, lots of mental trauma for all involved, financial ruin, foreclosure, therapy, and eventually me and my boys were more or less ok. She ran off to Texas or something. Nobody knows where she is now.

Somewhere along the line, circa 2008 or so, I realized I was an atheist. Religion had done so much damage to me that not only that but I had a really long angry period where I was a full on anti-theist. A lot of that is chronicled on this blog. Then, blogwise, I disappeared around 2016 or so. The parts you missed were, after a few more bad relationships, I thought I found the one™. There’s no explaining this. For some reason I became enamored of a highly religious Republican voting abortion protesting blonde bombshell. We married last June, she left me about a week ago. And now we’re all caught up.

Nobody’s perfect and I stand accused

I’m not going to tell my story in chronological order. I don’t need to, I lived it. I’m going to go over the parts that matter in the order my stream of consciousness puts them on this page. Like most people I’ve been spending a lot of time trying to put the pieces together to figure out what happened. So little of it made sense. No conflict is entirely one sided. I know I fucked a lot of things up. The narcissist always tries to put the blame on you, and that’s what she’s been doing. It’s a form of gaslighting, and it’s painfully effective if you’re highly sensitive. This is where a lot of the pain and confusion for me comes from: the inclination I already had to blame myself for everything. When the other side is also blaming you for everything, it spirals out of control.

Since things really went to shit about a month ago, a lot of people who have known her a lot longer than I have have reached out to me and given me a lot of info I didn’t have before; things that really would have been helpful to know before saying “I do”. But last night a good friend said a word to me that really kind of hit everything home for me: Narcissist.

It hadn’t really occurred to me that she was a narcissist, but with that word locked in place so much of it begins to make sense now. The thought had crossed my mind, and I even looked up the symptoms of narcissism previously, but she didn’t seem to match enough of the signs to convince me. A total lack of empathy sure, but not all the signs matched in my mind. So I kept that to myself and filed away. I never said the N-word to anybody, but unsolicited they said it to me last night. Once I knew that other people saw her a narcissistic, I knew I wasn’t crazy for thinking that. The unbearable pain, the out of control crying, the binge drinking, the chain smoking, all signs of the emotional abuse I’ve gone through. I hesitate at that word, abuse. It makes it sound so intentional. I don’t think it was. I don’t think she knows why she behaves the way she does. Certainly if you approach her with concerns about her behavior it immediately sets her into a rage. It’s like there’s some kind of demon deep inside her head that hits the panic button as soon as anybody tries to help her.

I think I’m going to wrap this post up at this point. It’s obviously going to be a multi-parter. I have no idea how many parts there will be. This is a journey. This is about me trying to find my way back to normalcy, to learn to love myself again, to recover and function from the complete and total devastation I feel. Only in the last few days have I even been able to function at all. Every day I’m a little more productive. I’m getting there.

Humans is dumb

To be honest, I don’t blog here for you, I blog here for me. I enjoy getting a little attention just like everyone else, but if I never got another page hit, I’d still keep blogging. It’s like therapy. I put the innermost thoughts and feelings out here for the world to read, knowing that nobody (or at least mostly nobody) I know reads this shit.

That said, every so often I’m a little curious if anybody is reading it, and if so, how they got here. One of the nice things about a blogger account is the fact that they give you those stats for free.

But then, of course, I’m inevitably disappointed, as life is wont to do. How do most people find my blog? One of three ways.

That stupid metaphysical post from a couple of years ago. I fucking hate that post. I’m tempted daily to delete the fucker. That one seems to get the most hits.
You may have noticed that many of my pictures from older posts are missing. That is, unfortunately, permanent, and the reasons are complex. Well, not that complex, but I’m not going into it today anyway. Even so, I seem to get a lot of hits on my Religion series of posts, where I made a series of demotivational posters titled “Religion: I’m not afraid of gods, I’m afraid of their followers” and put several images of religious abuse including the twin towers. One of them gets a lot of hits. Which one? the stack of naked men from Guantanamo. Seriously? You sick fuckers.
I get a lot of hits for some combination of the words “Lindsey Lohan nude”. Because a while ago I put up a joke post titled that which had basically no content. Yep, I get the guys looking for nude pictures of Lindsey Lohan. You sick fuckers.

I was hoping to get a mild following of people with similar issues, possibly people who want to engage in dialogue. As you can see, I have almost no comments whatsoever. It’s not the kind of thing to drive me off from writing this blog, like I said, I don’t do this for you people, but I was hoping for a little reassurance that the rest of the human race isn’t made up of a bunch of sick fuckers. Still waiting.

The Question I Never Got A Chance To Ask.

I was despondent for days, weeks, months. I was alternately angry, dejected, and confused. I believed every lie you told me wholeheartedly. I trusted you and gave you my heart unconditionally and without reserve, and you tossed it aside like a dirty rag without looking back. And up until about 20 minutes ago, at the slightest word, the merest mention that you would want to start again, to spend even the smallest amount of time with me, I would have gladly thrown my pride to the wind and followed you around like a stupid puppy. Because I’m just that fucking pathetic.

But I’m not stupid. I won’t vie with your other ex for your attention. He wins. Congratulate him for me. I no longer want to see you. I no longer want to hear your voice lie to me. I no longer want to know about the trivial interactions between you and your cats. Why, you wonder, the sudden change? I’ll tell you. Because fuck you.

Well, I effed that up.

Sooo… Cowboy is free again. Come get some sugar, ladies!
Apparently standing up for myself (something I’m not very good at to begin with) was the wrong thing to do in this situation. On the other hand, if standing up for myself and setting ground rules was a problem for her, I think she probably wasn’t for me after all. So, moving on…

Hey girl-who-I-was-dating-when-I-was-a-teenager, remember that time you ripped my heart out and stomped on it and crushed my will to live? Ah, good times…

The divorce is final, and me and my children have been officially buttfucked by the state of Kansas. What, you were expecting something else? There’s one upside to this whole fucking mess, my kids are going back to school. I can’t pretend I don’t have mixed feelings about this… School is a brutal place. Bullies abound, many teachers are jaded, some just suck, and the religious fucktards are out in force trying to destroy what little value the public school system has left. But until America starts taking education seriously and starts fixing the schools and giving it adequate funding, it’s the best option I’ve got. Homeschooling by a religious fucktard with a high school education is just not an option.

So now I find myself a single guy at 41 with a tiny apartment and six cats. Where did the six cats come from? I got sort of blindsided there. I adopted a stray cat who was hanging around my apartment. She turned out to be pregnant. Now I have six cats to get shots for, and spay and neuter. This while I’m struggling to find money to eat on. The good times just keep coming.

So I find myself back in the dating world. I’ve actually been there for a little bit. I’ve been through one girlfriend, another… I don’t know what the fuck that one was… and finally settled on what I thought was a fairly normal relationship.

I’m pretty easy to keep. I don’t have very many rules. I was thinking about this (online via Twitter) and I think they boil down to the following:

Don’t be batshit crazy.
Don’t be controlling.
Don’t violate my trust.
Don’t blow me off.

1. Don’t be batshit crazy.

You would think this one would be pretty simple, but my wife of 17 years couldn’t seem to get the swing of this one. To this day I don’t think she recognizes anything she’s done as in any way shape or form abnormal. I gave up trying to explain it to her years ago. In hindsight, I should have filed for divorce at the same time, but I waited another 7 years or so. My bad.

Everybody has crazy. Everybody. I have more than my fair share. Many of us recognize our own crazy and try to keep it in check. Mentally I think of it as having a mask I show to the outside world. I have a face everybody gets to see. It looks fairly normal, geeky, intelligent, and frequently a bit grumpy. I have the mask I show here. It’s filtered mainly to outrage about religious fucktards and right wing nutjobs trying to fuck us all over. Sometimes I let a little of my spiritual musings out here. Not as much lately. Dr. Cowboy is a mask. I’m anonymous for a reason. It’s also a persona. Don’t take it personally, I have a persona for everybody. The only person who knows what it’s really like in my head is me. I keep hoping I’ll find somebody who wants to find out what it’s like in here, but realistically, not gonna happen.

2. Don’t be controlling.

The ex also had an issue with this, and this rule is largely because of her. She has a spider like need to have this web of control over everything in her life. I’m guessing it has something to do with her dad leaving the family. Daddy issues. I think a lot of that came out at me. I tried to be supportive and helpful for years, but I finally had to give up. The crazy just got too thick and it was affecting my kids. Still is now, but I can no longer do anything about it. Actually I couldn’t do anything about it before, but at least now I have the legal backing to get my kids in school. That was about my only win.

My wife also exerted control over who my friends could and couldn’t be. I was a pussy and let her. I lost many good friends over the years. So earlier this year when a friend needed help and my girlfriend at the time had a problem with it, the relationship more or less ended. There were other factors, but that was a big one.

3. Don’t violate my trust.

This has happened twice so far since being separated. I won’t go into details, but it’s a big deal breaker for me. If I’m with you I will trust you to the ends of the Earth (figuratively speaking) until you give me a good reason not to. Revealing personal details you were privy to that others weren’t is a biggie. Twice now it’s happened and twice now it ended relationships. My ex did it in smaller ways, and for many years I let it go. I can’t do that anymore. I haven’t been cheated on that I’m aware of, at least not for 20 years or so, but if it happened, that would fall under this rule. Cowboy don’t play that game either.

4. Don’t blow me off.

This one was almost an afterthought. The situation I find myself in is largely because of this. My current girlfriend hasn’t—to the best of my knowledge—violated rules 1, 2, or 3. That’s why I’ve spent the last three weeks or so feeling really frustrated. The relationship started out really great, nothing held back, we were good together. Something changed along the way. I think it’s largely a result of a friend who violated my trust, but I can’t be sure. At any rate, that ended the friendship, but the damage is done.

I reached the point that despite how I felt about my girlfriend, despite the fact that I’ve known her for 11 years and been attracted to her on both a physical and intellectual level for that entire time, besides the fact that she seems to be in almost every way my perfect woman, I was ready to end it. Then she finally talked to me. I found out that there was damage as a result of my friend’s violation of my trust. Understandable, completely. But now she wants to be “casual” and “see where it goes”. What? What the fuck? What the fuck does that even mean?

I’ve been out of the dating game for a long, long time, so I get confused on terminology these days. If I were to hazard a guess, I would think that means that we’re now no longer in a relationship, but we can go on dates occasionally, but we’re not exclusive. Exclusive implies relationship to me. Casual implies not a relationship. I put the question out in the twitterverse and the twitterverse seems to agree with me: my relationship is basically over.

But I went on a date with her last night. See, this confuses me. If she wants a bud, that’s fine, but let’s call it what it is. I’ll stop hoping for any kind of intimacy. I can look elsewhere. If we’re dating casually, then it’s largely the same as buds except I can hope for sex.

If I can’t date other people, then it’s a relationship. Relationships have rules. I don’t know what any of them are anymore, and it’s still frustrating the fuck out of me, and I can’t seem to nail her down on what her definition of our relationship is, other than we’re “dating casually” and “seeing where it goes”. Well whoop de fucking do. That’s a fucking cop out. That’s “I’m not really committed to making anything work, and if I get tired of you or find something I like better in that moment I’m gone.” Not that there’s anything wrong with that attitude, except it’s not for me. I’m 41, I’m at least halfway through my life, and I have less time left to live than I’ve already lived. My health is already going downhill, and I’ve fucked up the first half of my life pretty good. I’d like to get the second half right, and fucking around like that doesn’t seem like the way to do it. But then again… it’s HER…

I’m going to try to nail her down on some definitions later today, and hopefully find out if I’m free to look around or not. But for the record, I don’t really want to look around. I would like things to go back to how they were before, when we were in love. Yes, love. Or at least something that felt a lot like love. Then again, maybe I don’t really know what the hell love is. Look who I stayed married for almost 2 decades?

Because I Can

Fuckin bitch fuckin goddamn how the fuckin fuck fuck what? Seriously, what? FUCK! I mean, what the fuck? Seriously. Did I really fuckin FUCK! I really did not fuckin realize how fucking sick fucking humans could fucking be. I mean, FUCK! I fucking married that? FUCK! What the fuck was I fucking thinking? I’m fucking sick! That’s fucking sick. Fuckin’ seriously. I mean, who the fuck fuckin’ stays married to a fucking fuck like that for fucking HOW many fuckin’ years? Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck.

It’s like a parasite that you can’t remove. That’s it’s name now. The fuckin’ parasite. What a waste of oxygen.

Aw fuck.

End rant.

Where the effin’ eff has effin’ Cowboy effin’ been? What the eff, effer?

I’ve fallen a little behind, but just in case anybody was wondering, I’ve started something like six blog posts, all of which are unfinished. Each one is a potential gem of poetic wisdom that, once spread in the wild, will surely unite mankind in peace, love and harmony, end war, feed the starving, and usher in the dawn of a new era of rationality and caring.

The problem, of course, is that due to various influences in my life, I’ve been simultaneously depressed, ecstatic, exhausted, invigorated, angry, happy, and confused.

No, I’m not going to explain that.

Hey, as awesome as I am, I’m just one guy. Stay tuned, the stream of consciousness wisdom you’ve come to count on as guidance in your daily life will soon resume.

Occasionally I wish there were a God

So I could flip the fucker off.

It would be so easy. Blame all of this shit on God. Everything in my life that’s going wrong, wrong job, wrong wife, God’s fault. Losing my son to the fringe fundamentalists; watching him heading down a path that will waste all the talent and brains he has until it’s too late… so much like me… why would God do this to me? To him?

Spent the best years of my life trying to be somebody I’m not. Spent my few healthy years living somebody else’s dream while my own slipped away… why God why? Why would you let this happen to me?

But alas, the answer is all too clear. I did it to myself. My rage and anger is properly placed on myself. I saw the direction things were going at work over a year ago. I did nothing. I saw my wife’s penchant for fringe fundamentalists over a decade ago when she involved me in a cult. I let it go. I saw the increasing insanity of her new fringe religion over a year ago, maybe more. I’ve done nothing. I objected to homeschooling five years ago but she did it anyway. I let it happen.

I’ve completely and utterly failed myself and my children. The crushing weight of this guilt would be so easy to schluff off on an imaginary supernatural being who was supposed to watch out for me.

Oh how easy it would be to weasel out of my guilt that way. I suppose that’s the last of the God Virus in me, like that cough you have for a week or so after a bad cold. I find myself wanting to blame somebody else for my own failures, and a God would be such an easy target. After all, he wouldn’t fight back now, would he?

So I sigh and resign myself to the fact if anybody is to blame, it’s myself. I take a deep breath and set about fixing all the things I’ve let fall to shit. Here we go.

The Truth about Health Care

Dear friends, as I’ve become extremely busy over the last few months I’m afraid I’ve been neglecting my blog. In the interest of maintaining compelling content, I’ve invited my first guest blogger. I present the esteemed Mr. Richard Head. –Cowboy

“Health Care Reform”. Have you ever heard three more frightening words put together? Why do the Democrats feel that they must shove Government-Run Health Care down our throats? Folks, I’m here to tell you the frightening truth about the Democrats and their evil plan for World Domination. That’s right, World Domination. You might think this is just about the Democrats making a fast buck by preying on your sickness, but the sad truth is that it goes far… far further than that.

Mr. Obama, or should I call him Mr. SATAN!!!!, has every intention of dismantling the beautiful heath care system our loving benefactors at the Insurance Companies have lovingly put together for us out of the goodness of their hears. He wants to destroy that. He’ll force you to stand in long lines just to be seen by a doctor, and at the end of that line, you’ll be denied care, or you’ll be forced to pay outrageous sums for even being seen. It’s true, this is what they have planned. The elderly will just simply be euthanized. That’s a pretty way of saying MURDERED!!!!

It’s TRUE!!! Mr. Obama wants to murder your grandparents! If you don’t oppose this bill, you’ll have to explain to your children why you let the evil Democrats murder Granny and Pappy. Your children will be brought before the Death Boards, and there they will be judged whether or not they will be fit to live. So will you, for that matter. And if you’re white, It doesn’t look good for you. It’s right there in the bill on page 666, appropriately enough. They’ll force unwed mothers to get abortions. They’ll force wed mothers to get abortions. They’ll force you into homosexual and lesbian marriages. And to pay for it you’ll be forced to give them the password to your bank account. After that happens, they’ll drain your account to settle your bill, which should reach an appropriate portion of the national deficit. Now you know the real reason behind the Stimulus Bill. It’s not about “saving the economy”, an economy they destroyed in the first place, it’s to drive up the national debt so high that they can justify the outrageous amounts they’re going to charge you at the hospital after they get done slaughtering the rest of your family. But they wont’ take responsibility, all they say is “Bush spent 10 billion a month in Iraq!” Like defending freedom had anything to do with it! The unmitigated gall! And they’ll brand the number 666 on your forehead, “for quick processing next time” they’ll say.

The Health Insurance companies want to stop this madness. We’re your friends! We’ve already managed to save you from the nightmare of free universal heath care like the fascists in Europe have to contend with, we only have to defeat the mandatory public “option” they want to force you into. We want to give you the health care you deserve. We don’t want to get between your doctor and you the way the Democrats do, we want to make sure your every need is taken care of. Don’t let the Democrats destroy democracy! Oppose Health Care reform everywhere! Make sure you listen to Glenn Beck and Rush Limbaugh for details on how to debate the evil Democrats, they’ve read the bill so you don’t have to. Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of! Just say “NO” to Pinko Commie Heath Care!

Dick.