Okay, so I’ve had my gripes with the MDs…usually because I’ve decided that I know what needs to be done, and I can’t figure – for the life of me – why they must run tests and refer to my file and blah to the blah.

So I regard doctors as speedbumps. Annoying? Yes. Necessary? Yes. I don’t know what the heck I’m doing. I know that. I got my MD on the internet. They actually attended med school.

I thought everyone recognized and appreciated the relationship I described above. This is not, apparently, the case. Unfortunately, President Obama is steadily proving to the American people that he will seize any opportunity to paint capitalism as an ugly thing.

Here is the exact quote: ”Right now, doctors a lot of times are forced to make decisions based on the fee payment schedule that’s out there. … The doctor may look at the reimbursement system and say to himself, ‘You know what? I make a lot more money if I take this kid’s tonsils out.’”

While the media will gloss over this quote (or consider it strictly on face value), let’s not forget the underlying message: CAPITALISM IS BAD; IT CORRUPTS THE GREEDY.

I will not expound forever on this, as I must get back to defending the good docs on the literal quote. However, it is a good time to point out that a few crooked people in a capitalistic market (of hundreds of millions) is preferred to a majority of crooks within a controlling government. In the first scenario, the community will patron the honest, thereby squeezing out the crooks. In the other scenario, we have no recourse.

Regarding the docs and the tonsils? Well, I can only speak for my own testimonial, but within the blogging arena, it seemed rather typical. You see… I BEGGED to have my tonsils removed (see paragraph one). The doctors, however, rather than sharpening their blades, insisted upon following my infection frequency and response to antibiotics for what felt like an eternity before finally agreeing that it was time to have them removed. Beautiful day.

My eternity? Only about a year, and that was only because the doctors did not want to “fix” anything that wasn’t truly broken. Avoiding the most invasive option, they charted the infections, the medicines, the pittedness, the size, etc. I was in the office often, and I never had any trouble getting an appointment. Once the decision was made to remove my tonsils, I had no trouble getting in for the outpatient procedure, and I received excellent care.

How will that eternity change under Obamacare? Well, I fear it will no longer represent hyperbole.

Capitalism is a delicate, imperfect balance. It sure would be nice if government would quit poking it with a stick, crying “I told you so!’ when it flinches in response.

Tell your friends. Tell your dad. Tell your mom.

While I’m only remotely curious about whether I can – in fact – for no fee, acquire my credit score without so much as a ping, my interest has become increasingly piqued regarding the singing dude in the commercial.

Here’s a fella who is handed the gayest of roles, so mine began as a morbid curiousity….you know, the way you feel when you are embarrassed for someone. Like the guy who showed up at my doorstep peddling steak or the guy who called to sell microbes for my septic tank. (I knocked the first guy down to $20 for 8 steaks. The second, who sounded refined and erudite, I relegated to a litany of condescending questions, such as “Have you always done this? What was your major in college?”)

But the credit report guy? I’d say he made lemonade. He did nothing for me initially, cruising in his sub-compact, whining about living in Loserville. But whoa, once he got the gig at the seafood restaurant? Hell yeah. Then I was hooked. 

Suddenly sarcastic, he outcharms his role while rocking it out in green tights. Hotness. So I’m thinking: unnoticeable little dude who has a personality under it all. Also observed is something of a raw, primal connection to music. Yeah, he hates the song, but he’s still kickin’ it like it’s top 40.

Alas. There is disappointment in the world.

Unfortunately, there is nothing raw about this little dude (who actually possesses a name). It would seem Eric Violette is trained and polished with a theater-soaked resume. Groan…. How boring.

At least I have my memories.

Nevermind the great gaffe of the Leno evening. I am very personally embarrassed that an ACTING President of the United States went on freaking Leno. Nice way to make history. (Ah, I bet all the other countries are looking at us with our “slip” showing and giggling…)

So disgraceful. Jeez. Please tell me he is running out of embarrassing things to do. This is like a bad movie.

As for the gaffe? He compared his bowling score to Special Olympics. It’s highly glossed in the link above, as it will be most places. And you know what? I’m okay with that. I’m more upset that our President thinks he’s a movie star.

Remember that line from Demolition Man? DON’T YOU HAVE A JOB TO DO? Of course that job is referring to murder. (So it only works symbolically here…)