A fireman's lament.
So there's this house (which in no way represents, say, the state of health care for any given group of people) on fire (which in no way represents, say, the rapid derangement of such by the insurance market) and a fireman (who in no way represents, say, any given person trying to fix it) on his way. Then this guy with a gun and a canister of gasoline (who in no way represents, say, any given anti-health-care-reform citizen) steps in.
Fireman: "What the- Get out of my way!"
Guy with gun: "Hold up there, buddy. What's the rush here? Don't go disturbing these good folks."
FM: "For cryin' out loud....Put the gun down and look behind you! That house is on fire!"
GwG: "No, it's not! Those are really nice Christmas lights, though. Anyhow, I think that fire is self-sustaining, and it just knows how to most efficiently spread where it's needed. The guy who sold me this house-strengthening potion agrees with me, too."
FM: "Potion...? That'll just make it worse! Look, fire is bad for houses."
GwG: "Bah! Without fire, combustion engines wouldn't work and we'd have to eat our fried chicken cold, and that's not how we do things in America. Fire's good for those, and it's good for everything!"
FM: "But... those people in there are gonna be seriously injured or killed if you don't let me-"
GwG: "Nuh-uh, buddy. You wasted enough of my tax dollars on that shiny fire truck. I'm not about to let you risk it on people dumb enough to stand around in a theoretically burning house."
FM: "...but they're trapped..."
GwG: "It's their fault if they are. They had the same opportunity anyone does to spend their money on a fireproof house."
FM: "Look, you idiot, I- Oh, crap, there goes the roof!"
GwG: "And there you are, not just griping about the house but the roof too! Typical tax-and-spend...."
*house collapses*
GwG: "Hey, what was that noise? Oh, God.... Everyone, look at those dead people in the wreckage of that house that just fell down for no reason! They'd be alive right now if this guy hadn't distracted me from pouring this house-strengthening potion on it. All he did was stand in that spot while the thing collapsed! Oh, and he's got a fireman's axe - I bet he's the one who chopped the house down!"
FM: "You're lucky I don't take this axe to you, murdering son-of-a-"
GwG: "See? He admits it, and now he's threatening me! This axe-wielding Nazi just called me a Nazi!"
Fireman: "What the- Get out of my way!"
Guy with gun: "Hold up there, buddy. What's the rush here? Don't go disturbing these good folks."
FM: "For cryin' out loud....Put the gun down and look behind you! That house is on fire!"
GwG: "No, it's not! Those are really nice Christmas lights, though. Anyhow, I think that fire is self-sustaining, and it just knows how to most efficiently spread where it's needed. The guy who sold me this house-strengthening potion agrees with me, too."
FM: "Potion...? That'll just make it worse! Look, fire is bad for houses."
GwG: "Bah! Without fire, combustion engines wouldn't work and we'd have to eat our fried chicken cold, and that's not how we do things in America. Fire's good for those, and it's good for everything!"
FM: "But... those people in there are gonna be seriously injured or killed if you don't let me-"
GwG: "Nuh-uh, buddy. You wasted enough of my tax dollars on that shiny fire truck. I'm not about to let you risk it on people dumb enough to stand around in a theoretically burning house."
FM: "...but they're trapped..."
GwG: "It's their fault if they are. They had the same opportunity anyone does to spend their money on a fireproof house."
FM: "Look, you idiot, I- Oh, crap, there goes the roof!"
GwG: "And there you are, not just griping about the house but the roof too! Typical tax-and-spend...."
*house collapses*
GwG: "Hey, what was that noise? Oh, God.... Everyone, look at those dead people in the wreckage of that house that just fell down for no reason! They'd be alive right now if this guy hadn't distracted me from pouring this house-strengthening potion on it. All he did was stand in that spot while the thing collapsed! Oh, and he's got a fireman's axe - I bet he's the one who chopped the house down!"
FM: "You're lucky I don't take this axe to you, murdering son-of-a-"
GwG: "See? He admits it, and now he's threatening me! This axe-wielding Nazi just called me a Nazi!"