Dear Congressional Republicans,
Hi there. I'm a guy with a gaping hole in his side--not even slightly kidding about that. You're killing me over here.
Obamacare will literally change my life, improving my lot, along with that of millions of other people like me. And when you
threaten to shut down the government in hopes of preventing this life-saving, money-saving program from ever coming to fruition, well, I kinda take that personally.
Credential Check, or Who The Hell Does This Guy Think He Is?
Don't you dare lecture me about the value of hard work and sacrifice and aspiring to be your best. I know it, I've lived it.
About that hole in my side. I have an ileostomy. Translation: my colon was surgically removed and now I poop into a bag. It's not something I particularly wanted to say here on my blog--or to anyone, anywhere. Hello, I'm Doug, I poop into a bag. What's your name?
But you, Congressional Republicans (and with a special shout-out to Senator Cruz), seem pathologically incapable of understanding that there's a vast world of people and experiences beyond your own. So here you go; here's mine. I’m thirty-two years old, healthy, active, clean-living ... and I poop into a bag. Health care isn't some abstract thing for me. It's a weight that I carry every day--for years, a weight of constant, debilitating pain and anxiety, and now a literal weight, in the form of the poop-bag attached to the hole in my side.