Do a Push Up.

I think that the whole country agrees that our health care system is broken.  And while I try to keep this blog nonpartisan, the decision of the Supreme Court last week irritated me because I think that Obamacare is not the right fix for our broken health care.  Kelly has already figured out how many thousands of dollars we will have to pay before the increase of our own insurance premiums.  It is not pretty.  The advantage, though, is that I have a great reason to take a page out of the Wisconsin Democrat handbook and occupy something.  (For those who haven't followed politics here, the democrats didn't like the governor and occupied the capital building for a few weeks, doing over $7.5 million in damage.  Brilliant!)

So it is in this spirit that I call upon all wage-earning Americans to stand up, jog in place for a minute, and OCCUPY MCDONALDS!

Now that we are paying for everyone's health insurance, I figure that their business IS my business.  I plan on camping out at my local McD's and every 15 minutes or so yelling through a bullhorn, "25 jumping jacks.  GO!"  And, "You've had two refills of soda already.  We can't afford for you to have another."

When they kick me out, there are so many other things I can do.  The grocery store is a hub of gluttony.  With minimal effort on my part, I plan on walking past people and letting them know that "I am paying for your insurance.  You don't need bacon."
"Your children have ADHD because juice is nothing but glorified sugar water."
"Ham?  I don't think so."
"Walk past the brats and keep both hands on your cart."
"Excuse me, that cereal has way too much sugar.  That's why you have type II diabetes."
"We really can't afford the liver damage from those 5 cases of Miller Lite."
"Fruit snacks are neither fruit nor snack."

And if they are the 1 in 7 (true statistic) using food stamps, I will absolutely say my peace. "More milk, less soda.  I'm paying both ends of this."

I will not hesitate to let someone know when a body piercing looks infected or when they have visited the tanning salon too often ("You may be paying for the tan, but I'm paying for the cancer.")

What President Obama has done is eliminated the phrase, "It's my body" from relevance.  No, it's not your body.  It's OUR body.  What you do to your waistline affects my bottom line.  There may be nothing I can do about the tax, but I don't have to be quiet about it.  And I might as well have a little fun...

P.S.  I really do not mean to offend anyone with this post.  I am truly angry about how much more we have to pay and I'm too old to whine about "It's not fair," even though it seems to be a major theme of summer with my kids.  Kelly had a co-worker who was gleeful on Thursday and said to him, "Isn't this a great day?"  Kelly asked him if he had calculated how much the health care tax was going to cost him.  When Kelly let him know, all the glee was gone.