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Now You Get Mad...and Other Thoughts

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Someone sent this to me in my email and it is just so on point that I am reposting it here.  It sums up a lot of the "anger" over the last year.  Come on people, now, really now is when you want to get mad?  
Subject: NOW YOU GET MAD
We had eight years of Bush and Cheney, now you get mad!

You didn't get mad when the Supreme Court stopped a legal recount and
appointed a President.
You didn't get mad when Cheney allowed Energy company officials to
dictate energy policy.
You didn't get mad when a covert CIA operative got outed.
You didn't get mad when the Patriot Act got passed..
You didn't get mad when we illegally invaded a country that posed no
threat to us.
You didn't get mad when we spent over 600 billion(and counting) on said

illegal war.
You didn't get mad when over 10 billion dollars just disappeared in
Iraq .
You didn't get mad when you found out we were torturing people.
You didn't get mad when the government was illegally wiretapping
Americans.
You didn't get mad when we didn't catch Bin Laden.
You didn't get mad when you saw the horrible conditions at Walter Reed.

You didn't get mad when we let a major US city drown.
You didn't get mad when we gave a 900 billion tax break to the rich.
You didn't get mad when, using reconciliation; a trillion dollars of
our tax dollars  were redirected to insurance companies for Medicare
Advantage which cost over 20 percent more for basically the same
services that Medicare provides.
You didn't get mad when the deficit hit the trillion dollar mark, and
our debt hit the thirteen trillion dollar mark.

You finally got mad when the government decided that people in America
deserved the right to see a doctor if they are sick. Yes, illegal wars,
lies, corruption, torture, stealing your tax dollars to make the rich
richer, are all okay with you, but helping other Americans...
oh hell NO.

  BUT YOU ARE 100% MAD BECAUSE 
WE HAVE A BLACK PRESIDENT. 
So seriously, it really isn't about health care...is it? 
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