Parable of the Health Care Bill

When the health care bill was born it had teeth. Little scraping teeth, rows of leech-mouths waiting inside the pages, hungry and gulping. The proud parents held it and said, “A son is born! He will be the death of tyranny!”, but the villagers knew better. They took it in the night, holding carefully but not successfully avoiding those rings of razors, those voids that wanted blood. “This should have been a stillborn,” said the wise woman. “It is animated by evil as some things are.” Her cure was cheap. She placed it on the fire and let its sickness burn away. At the end, the blackened teeth were left in the grey ash. “Make these the tips of tiny arrows,” she prescribed, “and each of you take some. Shoot the parents when you can, sting them with the cruelty of their child. They will live, but they have too much blood in them, which must be drained away”.