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A Bridge to the Family Farm

We have Our Belle, Michele Bachmann, to thank for uncovering the latest outrage perpetrated by Barack Obama and His Henchmen.

Congress passed a health care reform bill, purportedly to cover a lot more people than before, and to do things like allowing parents to keep their kids on the family plan much longer, and even to make it illegal to refuse health care to people who are already sick.  We can all admit that a single-payer system would have made much more sense, but you know Congress. . . .  Insurance company contributions, and all.

But Our Belle discovered something absolutely outrageous!  Hidden in those pages and pages of anti-American, pro-Socialist, left-leaning-to-the-right provisions, Congress included the money to pay for the bill!  Our Belle found that Congress secretely passed a well-known, and commonly-demanded provision to pay for the bill!


She says she wants the $105. billion back!  What is Congress doing--what is Obama doing--paying out that kind of money to people with the tax money people sent in to get health care, and roads, and things?

Personally, I hope Our Michele keeps on reading what is in some of those bills.  She might even discover that the Bachmann family farm has collected $250,000. in farm subsidies over the years.  Right there in the public record!  Who made that public?  Now, I ask you!

Our Belle also wants a new, four-lane bridge built from Stillwater, in her district, over the St. Croix River, into Wisconsin.  Of course the bridge does violate some arcane provisions about protecting our scenic rivers, but this is not ordinary, four-lane, freeway over the St. Croix:  this is a Bridge to Somewhere, over there, where the family farm is, in Wisconsin.  Not like that Alaska thing.

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