Donald Trump warned Tuesday that if the Democrats don’t approve funding, there are dangers to the future of Social Security and Medicare.
Trump said at a press conference that when he asked Democrats for feedback on the funding bills, one said, “It means death.”
“There’s nothing about death,” Trump said. “Theirs is death because they’re going to lose Medicaid, they’re going to lose Social Security, they’re going to lose Medicare, all of those things are going to be gone because the whole country would be bankrupt, and you’re not going to have any kind of medical insurance.”
Question: How is this a good thing?
At this point, it will rip the bandaid off and make desperate people come after Republicans. That’s the best possible outcome.
When one side tells truths and the other only lies, the side that lies controls the narrative. They’ll go after Democrats.
Republicans have always polled as responsible for every government shutdown in recent memory. Its doubtful that it will be any different this time, especially when the dems have stuck hard to the one issue of subsidies.
The republicans can tell as many lies as they want, but this is one of the few circumstances where their lies cant override the lived experience of their supporters. They know their healthcare will evaporate or triple in cost. Even their dumbass voters know that their representatives are doing them dirty here
It’s a troll.
No trolling. SS checks stopping might actually be the thing that wakes boomers up. Elections have consequences and they can all lie in the bed they made.
They’ve always been fine with it so long as it wasn’t their checks that stopped.
I know.
Once upon a time there were three Billy-Goats Gruff; Little Billy-Goat, Middle-Sized Billy Goat and Great Big Billy-Goat, who lived in a field in a green valley.
They loved to eat sweet grass, but sadly their field was now brown and barren because they were greedy goats and they’d eaten every last blade of grass.
But they were still hungry.
In the distance, they could see a field that was full of lush sweet scrummy grass, but alas there was only one way to get to it – over a rickety bridge over a stream.
But under the bridge lived a terrifically terrifying terrible troll called klammeraffe – he was always hungry too. And there was nothing he liked better than to eat a nice juicy billy-goat.
The Little Billy-Goat was the first to reach the bridge. Gingerly, he put one hoof and then another onto the bridge.
But because it was so rickety, however hard he tried, his hoof still went trip trap, trip trap on the wooden planks.
Suddenly there was a huge roar.
‘Who’s that trip trapping over my bridge?’
And out from under the bridge loomed the Troll.
Quaking in his hooves, Little Billy-Goat Gruff managed to squeak, ‘It’s only me. I’m only going to look for some grass to eat.’
‘Oh no you’re not! I’m going to eat you for my breakfast, lunch and tea!’
‘Oh no!’ said terrified Little Billy-Goat Gruff. ‘I’m just Little Billy-Goat Gruff. Why don’t you wait for my brother? He’s bigger than me and much tastier.’
So the greedy Troll decided to wait and Little Billy-Goat Gruff skipped over the bridge and began to eat the fresh green grass on the other side.
The other goats saw Little Billy-Goat Gruff eating the fresh green grass and were jealous because they wanted some too.
So Middle-Sized Billy-Goat Gruff went down to the bridge and began to cross the stream.
Trip, trap, trip, trap went his middle-sized hooves. Again the Troll loomed out from under the bridge.
‘Who’s that trip trapping over my bridge?’ he roared.
Quaking in his hooves, Middle-Sized Billy-Goat Gruff managed to say in his softest voice, ‘It’s only me. I’m following my brother, Little Billy-Goat Gruff, so I can eat the sweet grass.’
‘Oh no you’re not! I’m going to eat you for breakfast, lunch and tea!’
‘Oh no, Mr Troll, you wouldn’t want to eat me. I’m not big enough to fill you up. Wait until my big brother comes along – he’s much tastier than me.’
‘Oh all right,’ said the Troll and Middle-Sized Billy-Goat Gruff scampered over the bridge and began to eat the sweet green grass with Little Billy-Goat Gruff.
Big bold Billy-Goat Gruff was jealous and couldn’t wait to get across the bridge and join his brothers.
So boldly, he put his hooves onto the bridge.
Trip, trap, trip, trap.
Suddenly the Troll loomed out from under the bridge.
‘Who’s that trip trapping over my bridge?’ he boomed.
‘It’s me. Big Billy-Goat Gruff. Who do you think you are?’
‘I’m the Troll and I’m going to eat you for breakfast, lunch and tea!’
‘Oh no, you’re not!’
‘Oh yes I am – you’ll see!’
Then the Troll rushed at Big Billy-Goat Gruff who bent his head and bravely charged at the Troll, catching him up in his horns and tossing him into the stream below.
The Troll disappeared under the rushing water, never to be seen again.
From then on, anyone could cross the bridge and enjoy the sweet green grass with the Three Billy-Goats Gruff.
I have the same opinion as klammeraffe. America right now is not a good thing so im fine with it being shutdown.
america might need to burn down before it can be rebuilt