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We survived Cheney's reign

WASHINGTON (CNN) -- Doctors removed five small polyps from President Bush's colon on Saturday, and "none appeared worrisome," a White House spokesman said.

Too bad the American people can't remove the quite worrisome pain we've had in our collective ass for the past six years or so.

The colonoscopy-esque procedure we need? It's called Impeachment Proceedings.

Comments

Amy, so true. The manner of your comments is humorous, but the message is very sincere. I am more angry at the Bush regime than ever after seeing "Sicko" last night. Thanks to Bush and the Republican-held congress of his first term:

For all patients, Medicare covers 75 percent of the first $2,250 worth of drugs. But after that, coverage drops to zero - and doesn't resume until the patient hits $5,100 in expenses. Then Medicare kicks in again, paying 95 percent of costs. But it's this gap - of almost $3,000 - that many sick and disabled seniors call unaffordable.

Also, great thanks to Richard Nixon for championing and supporting the situation that continues to this very day, STRONGER THAN EVER: Health care CEOs making millions and millions while Americans are dropping dead, unable to get the health care they need.

We are such pawns in the hands of big business and their supporters -- our presidents and politicians.

We need a president who cares about us a LOT MORE than he/she cares about big business.

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