Why Do We Whine So Much?

We’re Americans. We have it pretty good. So why do we whine so much?

A few years back, many were forecasting doom and gloom. The republic was in trouble, they said, because so many bad things were going on. The federal deficit was not just high, but at unheard of levels.  Unemployment was skyrocketing. Gasoline was close to $4 per gallon. The stock market was tanking. Consumer confidence was almost zero. And manufacturing was close to zero.

Of course, all those things were true. So we complained. About the president. About the congress. About anything that had to do with government at all. Somehow, all these things were the fault of the government. People even put up billboards placing blame when the gas prices were hovering around $4. In some people’s minds, America was in its death throes. Life was horrible. It was all coming apart.

OK, so let's fast forward a few years. The federal deficit has been declining at unheard of rates. It’s still there, but it’s way lower than anyone thought it could be so quickly. It’s down to 2008 levels, and when adjusted for inflation, it’s similar to those in the early 2000’s.  But somehow I haven’t heard too many people mention that.

Unemployment is down to just over half of what it was. No, it’s not all rosy, because a lot of those jobs added are low paying entry level jobs, and it’s still difficult for 20 somethings to find meaningful employment. But even that appears to be changing. Sure it could be better, but it’s way better than it was a few years back. Of course, when it was pushing 10%, it was constant “doom and gloom” headlines. Now, each time it drops, it’s just a footnote somewhere. Nobody really pays attention. Unemployment figures are so 2010.

Most surprising, we've all seen what is happening to gas prices. It seems like they drop a nickel every day, now pushing close to $2.00. Amazing. Everyone blamed government when it was $4. But I don’t see too many people crediting the government for $2. The argument can certainly be made that the government had nothing to do with the drop. But then of course, that implies the same thing goes for the previous rise. Hmmm..

Do I need to go on? Oh yes, the stock market has been hitting record highs, almost in a “ho hum” style. It has dropped a bit lately, mostly due to low oil prices. (I guess we can’t have it all.) And consumer confidence is at an eight year high. And just for good measure, factory output is higher than it’s been in 10 years.

And what’s amazing about all this economic good news is that a lot of the world is in economic turmoil. America seems insulated.

Yet, we’re still complaining. These were the things that were going to destroy us, but since that didn't pan out, now we’re complaining about other things. I’m not saying everything is wonderful, and I'm certainly not saying our government is wonderful. And we still do have some significant issues that are not good. So we complain about those. And I understand that.

But if we’re going to complain about the bad things, then we should cheer about the good things. Or at least that seems fair to me.

Mom's Wisdom

I think I was eight years old, maybe nine. I’m not exactly sure, but I know I wasn't 10 yet. And for my birthday coming up at the end of September, I asked for a bow and arrow. (OK, maybe a couple of arrows!) There was an older boy across the street, Davey, who had one. He showed me how to hold it, string it, and shoot it. He gave me all the safety warnings, and I felt I was ready. So I asked Mom and Dad for a bow and arrow.

For the time being, let’s forget about the fact that in today’s world, not too many parents would buy a nine year old who lived in town a bow and arrow. Seems kind of irresponsible actually. But the world was different in 1965, and honestly, I don’t think that was even a consideration.

Anyway, I asked, I begged, I pleaded. And weeks before my birthday, a long thin package showed up in the kitchen. It was all wrapped up with a bow, leaning in the corner by the steps, and it obviously was the bow and arrow. But my brother said that the present was from him, and it wasn't a bow. Yeah right! I knew he was covering, trying to keep it a surprise.

Of course, I was really impatient. And excited. I couldn't wait, just couldn't wait. Finally, my birthday came, and I politely opened the other packages first. I saved the best for last. Finally, when it was time, I opened the long thin package, and as I tore into it, I saw that it was -- a fishing pole. I had been sure it was a bow, yet here was a fishing pole where the bow and arrow should have been. I was decimated, to say the least. I was sure I was getting a bow. In my nine year old brain, I deserved the bow.

What happened next, I remember vividly. I looked at my brother and said “Thanks Jeff, I can really use a new fishing pole.” And truthfully, I DID need a new pole. My old one was definitely for little kids. This fishing pole was way better. Yes, I was disappointed, but for some reason, I kept it together, and didn't complain at all.

It was then, and only then, that Mom said “Oh, I just remembered, there’s one more present out in the trunk of the car. Here’s my keys.” I took her keys, ran out to the driveway, opened the trunk of the Buick, and there, not even wrapped, were the bow and arrows that I had wanted all along. Woo Hoo!

To this day, I don’t know how or why I held it together; why I didn't whine and complain. After all, I was a kid, and like all kids, I did my share of that. I’m not sure. Maybe it was because I really did need a fishing pole. Or maybe it was because Jeff was obviously proud that he had bought his little brother such a good present. Or maybe it was because Mom and Dad had taught me that lesson before. I don’t know.

But here’s the thing. I never asked her, but I’m sure Mom kept that present in her car for a reason. There’s no way she just “forgot.” I’ll never know for sure, but I’d bet anything that if I had whined, fussed, or complained about not getting the bow, that bow and arrow would have gone right back to the store. I will always believe that it was withheld to test me, and to teach me. It was a lesson taught, and learned, that I didn't even know I was getting. It wasn't till years later that I realized the responsibility and sense of Mom’s actions that day.

Like I said, just an example of Mom’s wisdom.

A "Kathy Moment"

I like kids. I really do. While I don’t get all excited when I see them, I’m not grumpy at them either. People like that are just mean.

But I’m not like my friend Mitch. He loves kids. When Mitch sees a little kid, he’ll do whatever he can to make that kid smile, giggle, or laugh. When Mitch sees a kid with a lemonade stand, he always stops. Always. And not just if he’s walking by; Mitch will stop his car, park it, and walk over to a lemonade stand, even if he’s in a hurry. Mitch goes out of his way to make sure that kid has a good day. No, I’m not like that!

Then there’s Kathy. She loves kids, no matter the age. And I mean “LOVE” with all capitals, in bold italics and flashing red letters! She loves newborns, even though all they do is eat, sleep, cry and poop! And toddlers, and elementary kids. She loves middle school kids, even though it’s a scientific fact that they are the strangest humans on the planet. Yes, and high school kids as well. But it’s not just that she loves them. She completely lights up when she sees a little one. She is changed, transformed. If you didn’t know her, you’d think she’s putting on a show. But no. That’s the real Kathy. No matter what mood she’s in, when a kid comes by, her whole life gets better. Kathy’s life hasn’t always been easy, and she’s definitely had her occasions for grief, but Kathy finds joy in children, even during her hardest times.

So the other day, during a run, I came across a group of elementary age kids standing near the street, obviously waiting for the school bus. They were laughing and talking, and all wearing backpacks which were essentially as big as they were. As I ran by, the bus approached, and one kid squealed “The bus!” Then they all got excited, started waving at the bus driver, waving at their friends, and got in line to get on the bus. And that was my “Kathy moment.” Because while I was running, I had been thinking about how tired I was, how far I had to go, what I had to do when I got done… But for just a moment, seeing the natural youthful joy in those kids, I was uplifted. The sore heel didn't matter. The excessive miles I had yet to run didn't matter. The tired thigh muscles didn't matter. And I didn’t think about all the stuff waiting for me after the run. I was just uplifted, as simple as that. For a period of time, my life got better.

I know what Kathy sees in those kids. And Mitch too. Although they’ve never told me, I know what it is. It’s joy. Pure and simple. After all, we all search for joy in our own ways. At least I hope we do, because I think that’s kinda what life is about. For some of us, joy comes easily; for others, life makes it more difficult. But no matter what hand life has dealt us, we can always seek joy. It’s what drives us. And if life has given us a bum deal and we don’t have a naturally joyful existence, we seek the joy in what we already have. And for some people, like Kathy, it’s kids. And I get it. Really. Adults are complex, and our emotions are not always pure; even when we’re happy, many times the bad things are still lurking in the backs of our minds, bugging us just a bit. But when a child laughs, his whole body laughs. Everything is good in his world. And how can we not find joy in that?

Sometimes I wish I were more like Kathy and Mitch. But I’m not. And I know that the world needs all kinds of us, so I’m really OK with that. If I can have a few “Kathy moments” periodically, then I’ll be happy with that.

Thinking about this, I said it wrong earlier. I said “Kathy finds joy in children, even during her hardest times.” Knowing Kathy, it should have been “Kathy finds joy in children, especially during her hardest times.”

That’s just the way she is. And Mitch too. And that’s a really good way to be.

I Don't Think I'll Get Another Dog

He’s an old dog. Real old. Just about 15 (in human years!) His owner, Rob, didn't have to tell me that. Just looking at Jake, it was pretty clear. I've watched the chocolate lab for a while now, and honestly, it’s hard. He walks out the front door, concentrating on every step. His legs move awkwardly, wrongly, as he shambles across the porch floor. When Jake gets to the edge, he looks over the 6 inch drop to the ground as if he’s on an imposing precipice. Finally, after he stokes his courage, over the edge he goes. At most, he makes it about 15 feet from the front door. Yet it's clear Rob still loves Jake. Sometimes when Jake just can't find the energy to make it back up onto the porch, Rob picks up his big old dog and carries him inside. Jake looks like a real good dog, but his body has just stopped working for him, and it is clear he doesn't have much time left with us.

While I didn't know Jake when he was a puppy, I saw the same thing happen with my dog. When she was young, Pepper would run just to run, bolting from the yard whenever she thought we had our backs turned. Just for, I assume, the joy of running. But the puppy became a dog, and the dog became an old dog, and with the years came the aging. Eventually her run was a trot, then a shuffle, then just a series of painful movements. We've all seen it happen, and it breaks our hearts to see the pet we've loved, become the helpless animal, who we still love. Finally, we have to decide if we allow our four legged friend to continue shuffling through the delight of just being alive, or whether we have the moral right to end the suffering and put him down. It’s a decision every one of us fears.

Which is why I don’t think I’ll ever get another dog. Don’t get me wrong, I really like dogs. I like the friendship, the companionship, and the love they bring. I like that, when it seems the whole world is against us, they still greet us happily, eagerly, and joyfully, almost as if they’re saying “I don’t care what other people think, I’m not other people; I’m a dog and I love you.” Well, maybe they’re not saying that, but it sure feels like it.

Yet, as I watch Jake, I’m not sure I can go through that again. Because as wonderful as dogs are, for the most part, they just don’t age well. But then again, I guess either do most of us. So when it comes time to think about getting a dog, I’m just not sure.

But you know, that’s the thing about love. Whether it’s a lover, a child, or a pet, we enter into the loving relationship willingly, expectantly, even sometimes foolishly. We know how it might end up; with disappointment, separation, or even death. Yet, eagerly, even wildly, we embrace it, all the while knowing that at some time down the road we’ll probably endure heartbreak and pain. Yet forward we go, accepting the sweet, the glorious, the promise of that which makes life worth living, letting the foreknowledge of the future drift away to somewhere in our minds and hearts that we rarely travel, conveniently hidden away from our conscious thoughts. Allowing us to enjoy, without fear, the love as it should be enjoyed; for all the wonder and joy which it can bring to us. In some ways, it is the ultimate risk/reward choice. And yet, we accept love, almost every time. And that is, I think, as it should be. Life brings pain and heartbreak, yet along with it all comes wonder, joy, and all the things that make us as God intended us to be. Which, when taken as a whole, is a very good thing.

You know, thinking about it again, maybe I was wrong. Maybe I’ll get a dog after all.

What I Should Have Said

Recently, I was asked what I regret most about my 35 years of teaching. I thought of going all self-confident and saying I regret nothing. But that’s just not true. So after thinking about it for a very short time, I mumbled something about not teaching enough electricity in physics, and that I wish I had changed the way I did my experiments. And while I do regret those things, in the scheme of life, those are small things, just details. Not things to make a huge difference. But the next day I was reading some incredibly poorly thought-out post on Facebook written by one of my former students. So I thought about that question again. And I changed my mind.

Here is what I should have said:

I regret that I didn't try harder to teach my students to think. To use their brains to weigh all the data, evidence, ideas, theories and viewpoints. To use their heads and their hearts to take all this information and come up with an answer that is their own. To not settle for an answer that sounds right or feels good. To realize that no matter how rich, how smart, or how famous someone is, that someone else’s viewpoint should not be their own. To understand that if something seems too easy or too obvious, it probably is. And to accept nothing from anyone without thinking it completely through, unless it comes from someone that you know loves you.

I regret that I didn't try harder to teach them to differentiate right from wrong, and to act accordingly. To not assume “it’s only wrong if you get caught.” To base right and wrong not on what is popular at the time, but instead to base it on what mom and dad taught them, what their religion teaches them, and what good ethics requires. To not take the obvious choice, but instead to come up with what they know in their hearts to be right, and then act on it, no matter how hard it seems, and no matter how it looks to others. And to not worry if their choice of right doesn't always match everyone else’s, because only they know all that is in their heart.

And perhaps most of all, I regret that I didn't encourage them to have the courage to take the road less traveled, the choice that may not be obvious or popular or easy, but the choice that is right for them. To take a chance, not just on the little things, but on the important things. To not play it safe. To accept the conflict that comes with risks and going against the grain. And that if they take a chance and lose, to gather themselves up and look for the next opportunity.

I know actually did teach all this, to a point. But not like I should have. Why not? Because it’s hard. Who am I to impose my idea of right or wrong on students? Especially when it may not match that of their parents or the majority of society. And to teach them to take chances in life when most around them are telling them not to? Trust me, teaching redox reactions and Newton’s Second Law problems is simple compared to navigating the mine field of all this. But that’s really no excuse. Looking back on it, I don’t think I followed my own advice. I think I tried, but probably not hard enough.

You know, I’ll bet quite a few of my own teachers had the same regrets I do…after they had already retired. Which is the wrong time to be thinking this way. I should have thought harder about this 35 years ago. I believe that I was a good teacher, and positively affected a lot of kids, but I have to wonder what more I could have done.

I wish I had read then what I wrote just now.

I Was A Stranger And You Welcomed Me

By now you've probably seen or heard of some of the protests in Murrieta, California. If not, Google it. Three busloads of undocumented immigrant children were being transported there for processing. There were about 140 total. And while I don't know the exact ages of these individuals, everyone agrees they are children.

You can think what you want about immigration. You can blame whoever you like, and you can say whatever makes you feel good. You can say the President is wrong for not enforcing the laws, or you can blame the Republicans for blocking immigration reform.

But this scene made me sick. Buses full of children, miles from home, I'm sure feeling scared, lost, and lonely; not knowing when or if they will ever see their parents again; not knowing if they will ever see their homes again; definitely strangers in a strange land. And when they arrived in the buses, they were greeted by a mob of angry people screaming "Go home, we don't want you here."

Maybe the protesters were right. Maybe the children should be sent home. Maybe. But as I watched the video, I couldn't help thinking of Matthew 25. I'm pretty sure most of the protesters would call themselves Christians. And I'm sure many of them read the Bible. I know it's hard to live as Jesus wants us to, and I'll be the first to admit that I certainly don't. Yet the verse kept going through my mind, and the contrast of what Jesus said, and what these people were doing, was overwhelming.

Matthew 25:31-46 is below. These are Jesus' words. Read it, and make your own choice.

The Final Judgment

When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit on his glorious throne. Before him will be gathered all the nations, and he will separate people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. And he will place the sheep on his right, but the goats on the left. Then the King will say to those on his right, "Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me." Then the righteous will answer him, saying, "Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?" And the King will answer them, "Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you did it to me."

Then he will say to those on his left, "Depart from me, you cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me no drink, I was a stranger and you did not welcome me, naked and you did not clothe me, sick and in prison and you did not visit me." Then they also will answer, saying, "Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to you?" Then he will answer them, saying, "Truly, I say to you, as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me." And these will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.

I know America just can't take in every single refugee in the entire world. Yet...

If You Get the Blame, You Should Get the Credit.

So today the stock market hit an all time high. The unemployment rate fell to a 6 year low. I would assume that's all good news. Because I remember in 2009 when the stock market was tanking and unemployment was skyrocketing, it seemed America as we knew it was coming to an end. Or at least that's how it sounded. Because a lot of people, pundits, and news organizations made a point of saying how bad everything was, and how it was Obama's fault. 

Somehow, now that everything's moving the other way, I don't hear too many people giving Obama any credit. And honestly, I have no idea if this recovery is because of him or not. But my gut feeling is that his policies have at least something to do with it. 

To be fair, I have read some things that praised the recovery.

"This has now become a textbook jobs expansion," said Patrick O'Keefe, director of economic research at the consultancy CohnReznick. "It is both broad and accelerating."

The uptick in payrolls is a rare bit of good news for the White House, which has been pummeled by bad news overseas and has faced an uphill fight to portray the economy as robust when it shrank by nearly 3 percent in the first quarter.

While unemployment remains elevated above pre-crisis levels, it's encouraging to see that long-term unemployment is falling fast from the historic highs it reached in 2009 and 2010.

Note that even with the good news, at least some feel necessary to add a little negativity into it. And those who blamed him before seem to be very quiet now. I studied the FoxNews web page pretty hard, and I just didn't see any sort of credit for him or his policies, even though in 2009 it was all his fault. But regardless of politics, I would think logic would dictate that if he got the blame before, it seems to me those same people should give him at least some of the credit now. 

I suppose I'm being naive, but that just makes sense to me.

Feeling Old

The other day, I went out to run. As I started out, I noticed my right knee was hurting, just a little. Just like it’s been for the last few years. Nothing horrible, but annoying. But when I was younger, my knee never hurt. That made me feel a little old, honestly. But that wasn't the worst thing.

As I was running, I decided to run by a corner that’s been closed for a few weeks because of construction. Actually, it’s a pain running there, because I have to hop from the sidewalk, over construction, to the street, and around some machinery, enduring the “what the hell are you doing here?” looks from the workers. A few years ago, I would have avoided it. But I realized that as I get older, I also get more nosy. Which is the reason I wanted to check the corner out. So yeah, I realized I was getting old. But that wasn't the worst thing.

A mile or so later, I found myself running through the parking lot of the hospital, and I noticed there are some houses that are not 30 yards from the new wing of the hospital. And I remember actually thinking “now that would be a convenient place to live.” Really. Who thinks that living next to a hospital is convenient? Certainly not young healthy people. I was personally disgusted with myself! But that wasn't the worst thing.

As I approached 4 miles, I was running on the sidewalk in front of the hospital, because the street there is pretty busy. As I was about to cross the hospital driveway, a bus pulled up, ready to turn onto the street. Now there’s a line painted on the road, marking where the bus is supposed to stop. And if the bus had stopped there, I could have run right on by. But do you think the driver stopped at the line? Of course not. No, she pulled all the way up to the road, even though her view was not blocked in any way. So of course I had to run all the way BEHIND the bus. And seeing that was probably the third vehicle that day that had done that, I was a little frustrated. (even though I actually routinely do exactly what the bus driver did!) And I remember thinking to myself “I’m going to write a letter to the editor about this. Drivers have to be more aware of pedestrians, yada yada yada…”  At which point I stopped short and realized: this is something my dad would have done in his later years. And I thought “My God, I've become old!”

I've always wondered when I would become old. Well, now I know: 3.92 miles into my run on May 9, 2014. I’m now officially old.

And THAT is the worst thing.

Freeloader or Patriot?

What am I missing here?

Nevada rancher Cliven Bundy has been grazing his cattle on government land for years. As far back as 1998, the federal government obtained court orders asking him to remove his cattle from government land. He refused. Multiple court orders were issued, and multiple times he refused.

So last week, they started rounding up his cattle. As all kinds of guys with guns came to the aid of the rancher, the Bureau of Land Management (BLM) decided they didn’t need another Waco on their hands, so they backed down, gave his cattle back, and left. For now or forever, I have no idea.

Mr. Bundy says that he will “abide by all of Nevada state laws” yet he adds “I don’t recognize the United States government as even existing.”

As far as I can tell, he rejects the idea that the federal government can own land. While I’m no constitutional scholar, multiple times the courts have rejected his claim. And even if he disagrees, I DO know that that the constitution created courts, and as long as he’s living in this country, he has to abide by them, or face the consequences.

I’m not sure about all the legal mumbo jumbo. I've seen all kinds of stuff on line, and it confuses me. Maybe the government’s wrong here, I really have no idea. But I do know this. He owns 150 acres, yet he grazes his cattle on land that does not belong to him. In my mind, that doesn't make him a patriot. It makes him a freeloader. In my world, if I use something that belongs to someone else, then I should pay them for that use. That’s only common decency, whether the law states it or not. Heck, if a friend helps me with a project, I at least buy him beer! But Bundy apparently, somehow in the name of the constitution, feels he should be able to use someone else’s land for free.

Somehow, he has become the darling of the extreme right. Yes, the extreme right, the ones who say a man should earn what he gets. The ones who say we should heed constitutional authority, of which federal courts are a part. The ones who say we shouldn't have government handouts… like free land for grazing.

Maybe I’m missing something here. But really, I just don’t get it.

I Miss Facebook

I miss facebook.

I mean the old facebook. When people posted pictures of things they liked, like their pets and their kids, or places they went. Or maybe they linked to interesting articles. Or just stupid videos of cats. Or even drinking pictures (which was why it was started in the first place.) Harmless, silly things like that.

But that's not what it is anymore. At least not my feed. It starts with numerous ads. Yes, I know, that's how America works. We can't expect something for like facebook for free, without paying something. Hence the ads. But somehow, facebook got by for a long time without putting ads in my news feed. Yeah, maybe Zuckerberg decided that being worth 15 billion was not enough. Yes I know, it's his right. We all do what we can to make a buck. I won't begrudge him that. Really. If I don't like it, I can always sign off.

But what really annoys me about facebook isn't the ads. It's the political crap. It's everywhere. On my feed, it's mostly conservative, right wing stuff that makes no sense. But I'm not just blaming the right. Maybe I just don't have many left leaning fb friends. I'm not sure. But I do know that almost all of the political crap I see is far right. Not just kinda republican right, not even a little more libertarian right. I mean full blown "Obama Hates America and the Kenyan is Trying to Take Your Guns, Control Your Life, and Destroy America" right.

Hey, these people can have their opinions. For me, I don't think Obama is the best president ever, but I don't think he's what these people say either. But it's hard to argue with them because they always link to articles. (sarcasm intended) Mostly from something like The Blaze, or Wall Street Journal, or Foxnews, or some other "fair and balanced" source of a) opinion, or b) brain washing, or c) news. (That was a multiple choice. Feel free to pick whichever one you think is appropriate.)

But my goal here isn't to trash the right. Honestly if I got all that crap from those on the left, I'd be complaining just as much. But I don't. At least not yet. (You lefties out there, feel free to start filling my newsfeed with mindless political crap. I'll try to ignore it just like I do the other stuff.)

And of course, I can ignore it. And I usually do. Although there are times when the stuff is just so full of lies I have to try to set the record straight. Of course, nobody ever listens.

Which brings me to my point, finally, I think. I'm pretty sure if we did a survey and asked every single facebook user how many times their political positions were changed by what they saw on facebook, the total would be "zero." I could be wrong, but I don't think so. At least in my experience, I've never known anyone to change their mind about some political idea because of what they saw on facebook. And I'm pretty sure that for those of you reading this, you'll agree.

So can't we just stop it already? Unfortunately, I know that answer. And it's because we're all so convinced (me included unfortunately) that if the other people just knew what we knew, they'd all "understand" how right we are. Which explains why a friend of mine once offered to donate $50 to the charity of my choice, if I just watched twelve Glen Beck episodes. He was so convinced that if I just "knew the truth" I'd come around to his way of thinking. Honestly, I thought about it, but I kinda felt like a prostitute, so I refused.

So I guess instead of complaining, that's what I should do on facebook. Just refuse to read the political crap. And honestly, I try, but it's difficult. Maybe they should all get a blog. On my blog, I sometimes put political stuff. But it's not right on facebook. You have to choose to read it, as you've chosen to read this. Somehow, it seems like that makes a difference. Maybe, maybe not.

Well, now that I got that off my chest, I’ll go back to facebook, where I’ll find out that Obamacare is a secret plot by the left to control us all…or something like that.