One of the great tragedies of the health care bill was that it was passed on Sunday night rather than a Monday, which meant that Bobo had twenty-our hours to sober up before writing his column Tuesday. So what we get is less emo screed and more the smooth sounds of the Snooze Hour:
Nobody knows how this bill will work out. It is an undertaking exponentially more complex than the Iraq war, for example.
What the fuck does that even mean? Does it mean we’ll be sending troops into health care clinics to avoid civil war in five years?
Update. Martin nails it:
It’s more complex only if you don’t think of Iraqis as people.