Shush Phlegmpaw Pushes Right To The Right On Wealthcare Reform

By Stratofrog

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Like other dishwater poppyfish, mockshow host Shush Phlegmpaw extracted oxygen from over-the-air, as well as from supersillyously angry Re-Pelicans using a variety of aquamedia-structures to stir up the ailing atmosphere.

Carelessly wonkering down at the microphony again, Shush compared President O-Balm-Ah to his own late uncle: A dolphin hitter in the illegal tuna trade. Truth be soldout, Shush had his own pecuniary propellers stuffed offshore, but never opened a can of tuna without thinking about his favorite Doppelgängler at Golden Sucks.

Teleconferencing in to his yesterday balkshow last week was Smarma Railin, an emerging quitter and fish gutter from up north in what is sometimes called the "pretend state," which I cannot prove, but I'll Aska. Smarma could talk the hind legs off a blue donkey, but no one had asked her for a mirth certificate. Consequently, she had fictitiously agreed without confirmation to participate in a nationally televised "Death Panel" on the merits of Greed Reform, regarding salaries worth their weight in rescinded health benefits.

Spinning for the Re-Pelicans wasn't all it was mocked-up to be for Shush, either in real time or rebroadcast through Smarma. (You can't hide those fry in eyes.) She abstractly twittered her worminal deathfish, concealed in the hanging pouch that had stretched out to store mendacity and extinct blinkered species.

Bouncing zealously around the Tele-Death-Panel, Shush obsessed about his disabling chub addiction and the high price of reeling in those azure equus asinii canum. Several interchangeable members of the Washington Wealth Insurance Lobby also phoned it in, solely to keep the cameras out of their grouper nets, or as in the case of socialism for the dickfish sector, to monopolize the board game and profit from a government one-off.

And though the game of medical inflation was fixed, real ectothermic commercial bloodsuckers accompanied by unemployed Americans on the corporate media trawler responded with a fierce sense of betrayal, like they had to the pandemic of swine flu, FISA farms, or unnecessary wars.

Wealthcare was obviously not for everyone. A flea-market ideology for the masses was all they could recommend. So the "Death Panel" members voted overwhelmingly to fully fund and authorize Nocialism.