By Hubie and Bertie
Word broke today that the wife of Republican Governor of Florida Ron DeSantis has breast cancer. This is shocking. First, to imagine that anyone would be willing to marry that repugnant little troll. Second, that we are supposed to react with gracious concern about the wife of a mass murderer.
Over-the-top description, you say? Guess again: 55,300 Floridians have died of COVID-19. That number doesn't even include anyone — COVID and non-COVID patients alike — who's died because an ICU bed or a ventilator or dialysis machine wasn't available. So our sympathy for the DeSantises is limited. And besides, as the wife of a Governor, Mrs. Mass Murderer will no doubt receive the best of care, coronavirus be damned. After all, it's not like she lives in Alaska.
The pandemic is so dire up there that doctors and nurses are rationing care on the basis of who has the best chance to survive. Which can mean that, say, a cancer patient needing a vent is out of luck. And of course you have the crazies coming out to scream at healthcare workers and at state legislators who are thinking of instituting a mask mandate. Because — surprise, surprise — Alaska's Republican Governor has been handling this crisis in a most DeSantis-y way. So physicians in the state are having to decide who lives and who dies.
Gee, didn't Sarah Palin say that it would be Obamacare that would bring death panels to America? Republicans are so bad at practicing medicine. Sadly, they're very good at killing people. We cats HISS.
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