What If She Said “No”?

Imagine if every American woman woke up one day soon, resolved to make it known to anyone who asked, that unless a comprehensive healthcare reform bill was voted into law that ensured medical coverage to every other American in the country, without restriction, or infringement on any woman’s reproductive rights, any politician, male or female, on either side of the aisle, who did not work toward that goal, who compromised in favor of corporate interests, or, who was percieved to be working against the interests of American women and their families for any reason, would be voted against in their next election.

That’s it.  No organizing, bra burning, torch-carrying, letter-writing; nuttin’.  Just millions of women making up their minds, “no healthcare; no vote.”  In fact, if you cave yield to expediency, sell out your constituents, talk out of both sides of your mouth while stuffing corporate cash in both front pockets, or, worse, actively work against passage of a law guaranteeing access to comprehensive medical care to all Americans, or attempt to block such passage in any way, we’re voting you out.  No matter who you are.  What side you’re on.  Who you’re running against.  In fact, if 2 of you major party sellout scum, male or female, are running against each other, we will vote for whoever the third option is, regardless of political affiliation, corporate backing, policy position, or qualifications.  If no viable third party candidate presents him- or herself, we will actively seek to find one, and ensure that his or her name is placed on the ballot, whether that person has any political experience, or desire to run for office.  If we have to recruit our next door neighbor, our child’s cafeteria lady, a bus driver, garbage collector, Wal-Mart or 7-11 clerk, bag lady, or one of those crazy aunts or uncles who remind us of Joe Biden that live in the basement/attic that every family has and none of us talk about, we will put their names in contention, and vote for them.

Wouldn’t it be lover-ly if, with nothing more than a simple whisper campaign,  where she told 2 people, and she told 2 people, and so on, and so on, and so on…we could make every politician in office at every level aware of our resolve?  And, not only them; all those activist/union/religious leaders who want our dues/tithes so they can suck up to power and sell out our interests, have to be told that the same goes for them, too.  You don’t actively advocate on our behalf, ya gotta go.   Let them know that this is no idle threat, if they fuck us over, they lose their job.   Period.  End of story.

When the pollsters poll and the robocallers call, directing us to websites, soliciting our support, what if we just told them to stuff it?  That we don’t care why politicians insist upon working against our interest, from now on, if they do, we vote ‘em out.   When the producers of the “news” shows featuring bubble-headed bleach blondes who come on at five send their stringers out to malls and parking lots to ask “what’s up with that?” wouldn’t it be great to hear Ms. Toothy Smiley Happytalk throw it back to you in the studio by co-signing what Soccer Mom after Soccer Mom said when she told her that she meant just what the Welfare Queen or Meter Maid or Corporate Chick before her said, “no healthcare, no vote.  And don’t even think about fucking with my womb.”

And meant it.

Just like every other woman in the country.

(sigh)

A girl can dream, can’t she?

Anyway, in real news, they’re growing rabbit penises in the lab at Wake Forest University Baptist Medical Center so they can figure out how to fix broken human dicks, cuz, obviously, that’s the Christian way to use technology; a woman broadcast the birth of her daughter live online, sans graphic oozy, gooey shots, so, what was the point? meanies could be trying to frame you by infecting your computer with a kiddie porn worm; and HuffPo informs us that on page 4 of her online “W” interview, Demi Moore says, “call me Puma.”

What she objects to with regard to the whole cougar thing, though, is the label.

“I’d prefer to be called a puma,” she says, explaining how she came up with the new designation and “Twittered it out. People wrote back hilarious stuff, saying, ‘I’m going to get T-shirts that say puma power.’”

In politics, the spontaneous, totally grassroots, real people-powered TEA Party is registering as a legitimate political party in Florida; that state’s Democratic representative, Debbie Wasserman Schultz knows without a doubt in her heart of hearts that the “back of the hand” language contained in the under-the-radar Stupak stinkbomb amendment written by the lucky man who made Nasty Pancakes cry “uncle” will not, will not, I tellya, be anywhere to be found in the final kill bill, or 40, maybe 41 pissed off Dems will write a letter; according to USAT/Gallup, the public is just as wishy-washy about healthcare as their Celebritician-in-Chief; and when Goldman Sachs rapes and pillages the nations coffers, it’s just doing its part in the name of the Lord.