Health Care Reform Coming, World About to End

By Sniffles

In the wild cacophony of the so-called health care "debate" — amid all the half-truths and misrepresentations and out-and-out lies — our keen little feline ears pricked up at one particular line.

"I want my country back!"

No, that isn't the scream of the Tyrannosaurus Rex on the left in this picture. It's actually been the whiny cry of many of the right wing's "town hell" disturbers. You know, those lovely people who think President Obama was born in Kenya, threaten Congressmen's lives, bring guns to Presidential events, and tear up photos of civil rights pioneer Rosa Parks.

The reason this plantive shout of the teabagging-birther-racist nutbags got our attention is that often, during the horrors of the Bush Administration, we felt the same way. And because we did, we worked our butts off to win the 2008 election.

So here's what we say to all the screamers out there: You can do the same thing, you jerks.

You're obviously organized enough to disrupt members' home-district town halls. Why don't you put the same energy into organizing for 2012?

Go ahead, we dare you. Pick a candidate, raise the money, create the Website, sign up the volunteers, target the states, raise more money, build your field operation, plan the rallies and the fundraisers and the picnics and the dinners and the debate parties — and, in the end, get out your vote and defeat President Obama that November.

Yeah, we know it's hard — much harder than shouting down a member of Congress at a town hall. But we hate to break it to you folks: That's how you'll "get your country back." That's the American way.

Or you can just cry and whine and moan as if it's the end of the world. Your choice.