Here at the Zingularity, we wouldn’t normally come within three degrees of separation between this blog and a link to Ramesh, but this is a very special day:
But it’s clear now that one scenario with a lot of purchase among conservative opponents of Obamacare — that the law would “implode,” “collapse” or “unravel” — is highly unlikely. A quick death spiral was always a remote possibility, even if the early troubles of the exchange websites made it look a little less remote. Many congressional Republicans wanted to believe the idea, though, especially because they viewed it as one more reason they could avoid coming up with their own health-care agenda. (This was illogical — if the program was going to self-destruct in months, wouldn’t the country need a replacement ready? — but the psychological impulse was to avoid grappling with health-care issues.)
Even that little smidgen of reality didn’t go over well, all across the Teabagger universe the hatred and vitriol is a-flyin. You really should sample some of the comments, that’s where the most sugary sadness dwells. Many of the grieving wingnuts preface their contribution with the niftiest name of contempt they can muster. My fave so far is Katheter Syphilis for HHS Sec Kathleen Sibelius: you know deep tender bone has been hit and hit hard when even the cabinet gets their own customized Teaparty ugliness. The nicks for Obama are mostly lacking, the best ones have long ago been worn out. One of the most trending this fine morning is OWEbama, which we presume is a not-so-veiled racist reference to African ethnicity. Runners up include Gaybama and O-beezelbulb.
It’s strange, how certain they are that Obama hates America and wants to destroy it. I was in the thick of it during both Bush terms, near the beating heart of the hard-core growing netroots, a nascent movement that truly despised Bush and Cheney and everything the neocons said or did, and there were the occasional lefty crazies who bought into 9-11 trutherism or X-files level nuttery of one kind or another. But I don’t remember any kind of equivalent consensus narrative taking hold that George Bush was intentionally destroying America out of pure spite. Probably because that would be fucking delusional.
Unhappy comments are solid wall-to-wall whining, rightwingers going through the five stages of grief, lingering, for now anyway, mostly on the most familiar and comfortable rung they’ve come to know when surprised by predictable defeat, sheer raw anger.
Sprinkled throughout the mess are occasional past article of faith. Chief among them that the numbers are cooked, that the numbers don’t matter, that millions more have lost their insurance than gained it, the now half-hearted predictions the law really will collapse any day now, and that there’ll be hell to pay come the November midterms! It’s probably better to leave them alone, they’re like a wounded, rabid grizzly thrashing around in its death throes. Except this particular bear is safely behind glass and heavily anesthetized. So it’s safe to heap the well deserved scorn and laughter on by pointing out the midterms don’t matter for shit. Dems won’t win back the House, the GOP won’t come close to getting a veto or filibuster proof over ride in either respective chamber, let alone both, so Obama can veto anything too odious between now and 2016 and they can’t repeal anything he doesn’t sign onto.
I apologize if this strikes folks as rubbing salt in the open wound, but after the ordeal and spectacle of non-stop hysterical fanatics lying 24/7 fanned by pretty much every right-wing site and network for the last four fucking years, their tears of unfathomable sadness taste sweeter than chocolate covered honey.