I’m moving to France
Posted on July 6, 2012 by Kris Nelson
[I had a whole rant typed up, but I've since calmed down and truncated this otherwise crazytown post. You're welcome.] In light of the recent ObamaCare “victory”, I am seriously considering taking up permanent residence in France. I know, I know, the situation is not any better over there, but… they have Guy Savoy*, who I would easily turn gay for if I were a man. For some reason, I can’t picture him a straight husband, so there’s that image for you. You’re welcome again. *that’s not the premiere reason, guys, get a grip.
Or, maybe I’ll just wait until November to see if the Republicans can regain control, thereby repealing or submitting their own alternate proposal. For better or worse.
I mean, I’m not a total ass, you know… I drink coconut water, yah, but I’m not a complete jerk. I work hard, pay taxes, make donations, sign petitions, volunteer, help the elderly cross the street. But I just don’t believe in moochers and I don’t believe that people won’t abuse the system and have whiney wine-y prescription parties on my dime. (I do, however, believe we need to have strict regulations/penalties on big pharma and corrupt doctors on-the-take… although the FDA and USDA are definitely on-the-take and Monsanto sympathisers and *snipped*)
I also think that if you are 26 and still living at home making your parents pay for your medical insurance, you are equivalent to a puppy murderer. That is how disgusted I am with these lazy losers.
Anyhoo, I’m obviously imaginarily overreacting, so let’s “segue” into one of my all-time favorite tunes coincidentally commemorating 1) Summer (not actually, what is wrong with Past Kris) and 2) the Catacombs, which is another reason why I would move to France. And I will post those Bloggy photos of Chris and I in the Catacombs soon (clear the edge of your seat and sit on it), because it’s incredible down there and we spent hours there alone because everyone else got too puh-puh-pussy to venture in. And because I am not a complete jerk. A promise is a promise. Which is why I would make a lousy politician. Full circle article, how’djya like that?