Back in March, I reached the Psalmist’s milestone of three score and ten. By Dr. Ezekiel Emanuel’s measure, I should be ready for the grave in about 3.5 years. Or, should I say, the urn—as Mrs. Charm and I have opted for cremation and our (pre-purchased) cemetery plot so specifies.
Dr. Obamacare, as EE has been called for his contribution to that fiasco, says (Democrats always say) he will shuffle off his mortal coil at age 75 and it would be wise for the rest of us to do so as well—by such methods as declining to get flu shots. For the good of the country, you understand, the metaphorical “village” as another Democrat, a shrill harridan brimming with advice she never takes herself, has it.
I’ll believe Dr. O. when he (who is only 58) actually pulls the plug. The Democrat climate warriors, led by Al Bore, are full of advice for others while doing exactly nothing to mitigate supposed “climate change” themselves. Likewise, I suspect, with Dr. Obamacare’s advice. It is for thee and me, not for he.
As for me, I will (as always) put my fate in the metaphorical hands of G-d. Dr. Obamacare, quiet frankly, may go to hell. Whether at 75 or later is out of his hands, unless he plans to suicide. Easy to say, hard to do.
Via PJMedia.
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