And now that we know what's in it, Mittens says he's going to keep parts of it, LOL.BrilliantQuote:
Mitt Romney Brags About The ‘Empathy’ Of His Health Care Reform
by Tommy Christopher
Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney displayed several Henges worth of stones Wednesday night when he told NBC News’ Ron Allen, in an interview, that his Massachusetts health care reform law, the national version of which he has vowed to repeal on day one, is an example of how “empathetic†he is. “I got everybody in my state insured,†Romney said. “100 percent of the kids in our state have health insurance. I don’t think there’s anything that shows more empathy and care about the people of this country than that kind of record.â€
That’s a bit like bragging about all the money you’ve given to the charity you’re about to sue, or how well you’ve always treated the litter of kittens you’re about to sauté. Minutes after extolling the “empathetic†qualities of his mandated health insurance law, he gave a speech in which he promised to repeal President Obama’s mandated health insurance law. Romney has taken, of late, to emphasizing the “replace†portion of “repeal and replace†because, as he just told Ron Allen, people like a great many things about health care reform, but his “replacement†plans may as well include having the NFL’s scab referees treat you. Romney would replace the preexisting conditions clause with… essentially nothing. Romney wants to replace the regulations that protect you from being thrown off of your insurance when you get sick (or have the nerve to give birth to a sick child) with… no regulations. Ryan and Romney want to replace Obamacare’s additional funding for Medicaid (which insures those kids Romney cared about when he was Governor) with drastic cuts to Medicaid. Oh, and with trips to the Emergency Room. Gov. Romney basically just called President Romney a heartless prick.
Mitt Romney is the worst politician ever
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ing, he said. But it was better than going hungry. Despite being a physician, he happily ate foods tipping into rancidity. He drank sour milk. He reheated coffee. He once bought some Sheba Tender Terrine with Turkey and Chicken dinners, impressed by their cheapness, and would not be dissuaded from finishing his supply when we informed him with horror that it was cat food. Once, during a vacation, we forgot to refrigerate the doggie bag from dinner, and it sat in the warm hotel room overnight. Someone’s move to place the funky bag in the garbage the next morning set off my father’s immigrant mentality inner-motion detector. He wouldn’t listen to our pleading — we were sure he’d be dead of ptomaine poisoning by noon — as he ingested the entire contents of the carton. Annoyed, he chided us kids for our snobbish tastes, called us wasteful. 
