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Intelligence Is A Pre-Existing Condition

History was made this week with the passage of the major healthcare reform bill in Congress, which was then signed into law by President Obama.  It’s final.  It’s done.  It’s over.  There.  Can we stop fucking talking about it?  Apparently not.

Since the House of Representatives passed the bill Sunday night, my Facebook page has been bombarded with people either praising the bill as a wondrous step forward in progressive ideals, or lambasting it as a complete socialist takeover and a precursor to the ultimate destruction of everything happy.  I’m tired of reading all these people’s reactions.  I’m a young guy in my early 20s.  Most of my Facebook friends chiming in on the issue are also young people in their early 20s or younger.  If you happen to be one of those people reading this, please take to heart the following sentence:

NO ONE CARES WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT ANYTHING.

This isn’t just my opinion, either.  I’ve had to deal with it in my stand-up (which really sucks because the stuff I wrote about in this blog entry is the stuff I REALLY want to talk about onstage and be taken seriously about it).  People just don’t care what young people think because young people don’t know hardly anything.  In fact, if you’re under 25, your opinion in general simply doesn’t matter.  Gee, healthcare reform passed?  Let’s go to the Facebook feed to find out what 19-year-old TJ in Nashville thinks: “Dude, healthcare reform is bullshit—socialist takeover BADURPADURPADURP!”

First of all, any political opinion that begins with the word, “dude,” is shorthand for, “I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about.” Secondly, again, no one cares what you think.  That’s why you never see young people on the news.  Wolf Blitzer is never going to say, “And now for some insight from our youth correspondent, please welcome to The Situation Room: Snooki!” C’mon.  Besides, who could honestly know more about healthcare reform than a bunch of teenagers who haven’t even started drinking yet?  Shut up.  Especially if you’re one of those teenage girls who is complaining that the healthcare bill is causing a 10% tax hike for indoor tanning salons.  Think about it: by the time you have full-blown skin cancer, you’ll have the health insurance to cover for it, so pay the extra $5 a session, you plastic carrots.

Now, that said, I’m gonna completely undermine everything I just wrote by offering my own opinion.  Hey, it’s my blog—I’ll break my own rules if I want.  If you don’t like it, go start your own blog.

I’m glad the healthcare reform bill passed.  I personally wish they still kept in the public option, but that’s beside the point—I’m glad it passed for one major reason: to help keep the private insurance companies from screwing us even more than they already are.  Because that’s all they do at this point.  They’re not interested in helping people.  They just want to make as much profit as possible, and they will go to whatever means necessary to NOT do what they are actually there to do.  Case in point: pre-existing conditions.

If you have a pre-existing condition, the insurance companies can deny you coverage.  Which is amazing to me.  These are the people who need it most, and thankfully the new healthcare bill will put an end to this (at least in children).  This problem had been getting completely out of control.  Insurance companies were denying people for having pre-existing conditions, which isn’t fair to begin with, but what made it worse was that the insurance companies then started stretching their definitions of pre-existing conditions to the point of absurdity.  Pregnant women could be denied coverage because they were pregnant.  People could be denied coverage because they were intending to adopt. (For the record, I’m not making either of those examples up.  Look it up, it’s out there.)

It’s amazing to me.  The insurance industry is the only industry I can think of that would actively think of ridiculous excuses to NOT do what they’re supposed to do.  It’s like if your house was on fire, and you called the fire department, and the guy on the other line said, “I dunno if we can come out there.  Did you own a cat?”

“Yes,” you say.
“Sorry, that falls under our list of pre-existing conditions.”
“What?!  How does owning a cat prevent you guys from putting out my fire?!”
“Well, cats are highly flammable.  We can’t help you.  Sorry.”

Regardless, that problem should hopefully start to become less severe in the coming years.  At the same time, other problems seem to be getting worse as the days go by.  Since the bill passed, many on the crazy fringe section of the folks opposed to healthcare are going BERSERK.  Death threats, acts of vandalism, rhetoric that gets more and more violent by the sentence—it’s become pandemonium.  I keep seeing more and more talk about revolution and the use of brute force including that of firearms.  There are even a few random psychos on the internet talking about assassinating President Obama—it is INSANE.

All of this stuff actually got me thinking about the gun laws in this country.  I’m not a fan of guns in the first place and I definitely think, given the way some people on the right are acting, it’s time to consider taking measures for increased gun control.  Of course, pro-gun people sometimes defend their stance by saying things like, “Guns don’t kill people.  People do.”

I know.  Especially if those people HAVE FUCKING GUNS.

In the end, though, I don’t know why everyone even goes out of their way to react to the issue.  From the uninformed teenagers to the wackaloons, they’re all wasting their time.  I wasted my time writing this, and you wasted your time reading it.  I’m sick of people talking about healthcare reform.  I’m sick of people talking about mostly anything regarding politics.  Our current political system is bullshit anyway.  It’s ruled by two parties who are wholly unintelligent, while trying to solve unbelievably complex problems.  It’s like Miley Cyrus and Taylor Swift playing chess:

It doesn’t matter whose side you’re on, or whose moves you think are better for America, because in the end: they’re both fucking retarded.

Until next time,

–Riley

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The Gayest Thing I’ve Ever Written

I’m a big fan of equal rights.  Always have been.  It’s never made sense to me for any group of people to not have rights equal to any other group of people for any reason.  Every single person in this country should have every single right that every single other person has.  Period.  Doesn’t that seem reasonable to you?  Yeah?  Okay, then answer me this:

Why don’t homosexuals have the right to marry in this country?  Seriously, why?  It’s ridiculous.  I am so sick of all these tired, poorly-thought-out excuses for why gays shouldn’t be allowed to get married.  They are all bullshit.  Sometimes they don’t even follow any kind of reasonable logic.  I wish the people who say these things could see what the hell they are saying, because when you read those excuses in print, you realize how stupid they really are.  Like this one, for instance:

“We shouldn’t allow gays to get married because if we let gay people get married, then people are gonna wanna marry animals!”

First of all, no.  They’re not.  I live in the South, okay?  I know A LOT of stupid people.  But I don’t know anyone who would marry an animal.  They might marry their own cousin, sure, but they wouldn’t marry an animal.  I don’t even see how that would be an option for anyone.  Besides, marrying an animal is like marrying your grandma: they’re both smelly, they both do weird things with no explanation behind them, and they’ll both die within a few years.

However, let’s suppose for the sake of argument that there ARE people out there who want to marry animals.  That’s only going to be an extremely small segment of the population.  Probably not more than 1,000 people.  But millions of people get married each year, and that number would rise if we allowed gay marriage.  So what’s the big deal if we were to add on a thousand animal marriages?  Is the institution of marriage so fragile that factoring them into the equation would ultimately destroy the entire fabric of society?  Is it so fragile that it can be heavily influenced by the minority despite an overwhelming majority on the other side?  This is marriage, people, not the United States Senate.  Do these people honestly think animal marriage would catch on and become some kind of weird trend?  Would celebrities start marrying animals to seem hip and in vogue? (I predict Lady Gaga to be the first to take that plunge.)

I mean, I realize that in many marriages, the goal is to find a companion that you love, want to spend the rest of your life with, and whom you could consider your best friend.  But there’s a HUGE difference between marrying your best friend, and marrying man’s best friend.  Granted, it might be the most adorable wedding ceremony ever—imagine little Rover donning a slick tuxedo with a bone-tie to match—but animal marriage would never become popular, and I can explain precisely why it won’t.  Take this simple hypothetical:

What if you married your dog, and then it doesn’t work out?  The relationship goes sour.  Would there be any situation more embarrassing than making that long walk of shame into an attorney’s office and declaring, “I just can’t take this anymore.  We don’t see eye-to-eye on anything.  And she’s so high-strung: every time we go out I have to keep her on a leash…I want to divorce my dog.” Then you have to go to divorce court against your dog—irreconcilable differences, blah blah blah—and at the end of it all, that bitch gets half of your stuff.  And you know what she’s gonna do with it?  Chew it to hell.  How could you go on with your life knowing you’ve got an ex-dog now?  Good luck trying to play that off as you head back into the dating scene, you miserable piece of shit.  You couldn’t make a marriage last with a goddamn dog—how do you expect to do it with another actual human?  You are FUCKED. (Plus, you know what they say: once you go dog, you never have friends again.)

So let’s go back to gay marriage, which now seems like a more reasonable idea.

Some people are afraid of allowing gays to marry because it would violate the sanctity of marriage.  Whatever the hell that means.  Yet one out of every two marriages end in divorce.  How can anything with a roughly 50% failure rate be considered sacred?  Fuck kissing the bride: weddings in this country might as well just end with a coin flip.

Marriage in and of itself is an interesting topic to me anyway, even beyond the whole gay marriage issue.  It’s something I’ve written about in the past, and it still intrigues me.  The fact that we let people as young as 18 get married—they are kids, mind you.  Yes, they are legally adults, but they are still wired like kids.  Yet they can get married.  That is another thing I’ve never understood in the face of this sanctity argument.  This kind of thing happens fairly frequently in the South, too.  Kids getting married at young ages: it weirds me out.  Some kids REALLY rush it, and get married right out of high school.  Eighteen years old—they just graduated from high school, they don’t even know what the word, “sanctity” even MEANS, but they’re going to enter into that great fantastical sanctity of marriage thing ANYWAY!

It’s cases like these that further feed my belief that marriage doesn’t really mean much of anything in this society anymore.  I know there are plenty of people who do take it seriously, and that’s fine.  But that’s because this scenario doesn’t necessarily apply to those people—after all, they’re fully-grown adults, whereas these 18-year-olds who get married right out of high school: more than likely, they both still live with their parents.  Kinda puts a damper on the whole, “married life,” thing, doesn’t it?

“Hey, Dad, I’m gonna go catch a movie with my wife.”
“Fine, but you got a midnight curfew.”

We let all that stuff happen: young kids getting married, 50% divorce rate, and the perpetuation of that weird animal marriage idea.  But, despite all those things, homosexuals can’t get married.

That’s fuckin’ GAY.

Until next time,

–Riley