Let Them Eat Advil

Oh, Man, when my beloved Kountrymen have a collective freakout like the teabaggers had in D.C. last weekend, leave it to a group of culture-jammers masquerading as health insurance company executives and Washington lobbyists to at least make it entertaining.

The Billionaires for Wealthcare infiltrated the teabaggers' march wearing black tuxedos, cummerbunds and monocles, thanking the dazed crowds for doing their dirty work for them.

They waived smartly-produced placards bearing slogans like, You deserve the healthcare you can afford, End socialism: privatize Medicare now, and If we ain't broke, don't fix it.

They smoked cigars, sipped champagne and sang patriotic tunes with their own lyrics, such as (to the tune of Battle Hymn Of The Republic)

We bought a bunch of senators and congresspeople too.

They serve our corporate interests and we tell them what to do.

This gravy train will stop the day a healthcare bill gets through.

Let's save the status quo!

Bravo!