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If you like your pain, you can keep your pain

Jim Treacher Blogger
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And if you don’t, guess what?

Now that everybody with two brain cells to rub together knows that King Barry lied his royal buttocks off about Obamacare, and that this monumental debacle is entirely the fault of the Democrats, there’s only one thing remaining to do:

Gloat.

Kurt Schlichter, Townhall.com:

Maybe Pain Will Teach You Millenials Not To Vote For Your Own Serfdom

You Millenials voted for Obama by a margin of 28 percent, which will make it a lot easier for me to accept the benefits you will be paying for. We warned you that liberalism was a scam designed to take the fruits of your labor and transfer it to us, the older, established generation…

You didn’t listen to us. Maybe you’ll listen to pain.

I have been told that being hard on you Millennials will turn you against conservatism, that I should offer you a positive, hopeful message that avoids the touchy problem of your manifest stupidity.

No. There’s no sugar-coating it – your votes for Democrats have ensured that you are the first generation in American history that will fail to exceed what their parents attained. Embracing liberalism was a stupid thing to do, done for the stupidest of reasons, and I will now let you subsidize my affluent lifestyle without a shred of guilt.

Then he starts to get mean. Read the whole thing.

We told you so. We warned you that this was a very bad idea. We warned you about the very things that are now happening. If anything, we underestimated the size and scope of the disaster.

But you wouldn’t listen. You impugned our motives and called us names and blamed us for your own deeds. You did everything you could to avoid dealing with reality. And now reality is right in your face, laughing at your folly.

All your logic-assailing blog posts and snarky memes and ludicrous hashtags won’t save you now. You did this to yourselves, and now we are going to point and laugh while you try to reconcile your agonizing cognitive dissonance.

Dance, puppets. Dance! Caper and gibber for our amusement!

At least you’re good for something.

Update: In times of trouble, some take great comfort in nostalgia.