Our armed forces personnel, living as they do in an environment run 24-7 by the government, have some very colorful ways of describing that state of affairs that only a government-run feedback loop can create, and which is perhaps symbolized best by a five-spiral crash. The mildest of these is the acronym snafu, and we won’t go into it any further for I am a Christian pastor. But I will say that recent weeks have seen some references to such vivid descriptions in reference to the Obamacrash rollout.
I have elsewhere described the threat to our liberties and health care that such a program presents, and I have also, from time to time, described how the economic literacy that undergirds such an ambitious scheme rivals that of an underachieving mollusk. It is not my purpose here to go over such self-evident things again, but rather simply to exult in the moment. Such a government-managed cropper as we have witnessed in the website fiasco does call for some celebration, and I do confess that I feel inspired. Now I am not guaranteeing that a penetrating insight won’t come out from time to time as I go. Sometimes I just can’t help it. But in the main, my purpose here is to try to provide a verbal equivalent to that Times Square photo after the Second World War, the one with the sailor kissing the girl.
The only fly in the ointment that I can see is that Obama’s insufferable conceit is of such a nature that that it is next to impossible that he will recognize that he had anything to do with this debacle. But other than that, this rollout is nearly perfect, and this one small flaw stands to remind us quietly that we were not put into this world for pleasure alone.
Over half a billion dollars! Years to develop the site! The earnest well wishes of do-gooders and fuss-budgets everywhere! The inexorable will of the progressive imperative! The five spirals! The glory! The crater!
I hear some muttering. It is a health care program, not a web site. It is much more than a web site. Right, and this is what we call an a fortiori. If you can’t build a small rectangular box with popsicle sticks and library paste, why do you want us to entrust you to build us a hospital for all America? You might try to do it with all your left-over popsicle sticks, and with that half a billion spent I suspect you have more than a few.
One searches in vain for an explanation. Maybe the servers are all in a bunker deep in the mountains of West Virginia, and maybe they are powered by a hundred thousand squirrel cage wheels, and maybe the squirrels got tired. Maybe. Or maybe they unionized and objected what was going to happen to their Cadillac plans under Obamamalware. I don’t think we should take any theory off the table, really. Let’s put Steven Hawking on it. He’s kinda creative.
In the meantime, this reactor scram meltdown cost over 600 million dollars. There are about 300 million Americans, which means that my share of this is two dollars, give or take. I just want to say that it has been worth every penny. These are matinee prices, people!