In one 2 1/2 year stretch, 227 adults already getting services died while waiting for a nurse to reassess their needs. Another 27 died waiting for their initial assessment, to see if they qualified for help.
And, meanwhile, the crazy woman cut funding for programs to help special needs kids, even while she dangled her own Down Syndrome child around the country in ways that are bound to have an adverse impact on the child's emotional and physical development. Her own private little family "death panel."
I'm tempted to post this on my facebook page:
The America I know and love is not one in which my parents or my friends' babies with Down Syndrome will have to stand in front of Sarah Palin’s "death panel" so her bureaucrats can decide, based on the subjective judgment of their all-but total incompetence, whether the former are worthy of adequate health care.
Such a system is downright evil.
Unfortunately for those 252 or more people, Sarah Palin could see her own death panel from her office, if not quite from her house. This past week, the biggest political joke of the 21st century morphed into a parody of Lady Macbeth:
Out, damn'd spot! out, I say!—One; two: why, then
'tis time to do't.—Hell is murky.—Fie, my lord, fie, a Beck, a Hannity a Limbaugh,
What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our
pow'r to accompt?—Yet who would have thought Obama to
have had so much blood in him?