Wednesday, August 19. 2009
John Kass:
Fluffy Pink Slippers is what the debate over government-run health care boils down to. Here's why:
You're in a long line at the post office waiting for stamps. The clerks are snoozing or gabbing about something, hands on hips, chuckling about lunch plans, while you're waiting, waiting, waiting. Then, just as it's your turn, the supervisor tells the clerks to go on break.
She's the one in the Fluffy Pink Slippers. They announce her office and rank.
So you're stuck in postal limbo, and she's sauntering behind the counter, those Fluffy Pink Slippers slapping the floor, slapping the bottoms of her feet, slapping, slapping, slapping.
Everyone in line behind you starts groaning as Ms. Fluffy Pink Slippers motions for another clerk. The clerk walks over, slowly, as your lunch hour expires, and that's when you realize that Fluffy Pink Slippers are the three magic words that explain how government works for most of us.
You can apply Fluffy Pink Slippers to just about any agency, from the motor vehicle bureau to the government permit office. Why would government-run health care be any different?
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Anyone paying attention to Obama's home state of Illinois knows what happens when political muscle comes up against limited resources controlled by government. We've got the never-ending list of federal indictments to prove it.
But now there's also that University of Illinois clout list for admitting substandard students. Now there's a federal investigation into whether Chicago-style political muscle clouted low-performing students into the city's top public high schools over more deserving candidates.
You want your kids in top schools even though they don't have the grades? OK, but first you must bypass the bureaucrat in the Fluffy Pink Slippers. So you call a guy who knows a guy. Most Americans aren't political hacks. They don't have a guy who knows a guy to put them in the front of the line for that heart valve or knee replacement.
And they don't want to be stuck in line, waiting eternally, as those Fluffy Pink Slippers slap on by.
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