Before I give my to do list the stink eye, I feel the need to link you to the Progressive Campaign Site. I'm a big fan of health care for everyone. I'm in a high tax bracket, too, but I have no problem paying more taxes (I should say, I have no problem making my husband pay higher taxes, har har) to enable people everywhere to have access to proper medication, health education, etc. I'm glad that the HoR passed that bill, but I am PIIIISSSSSED at the addendum that was slipped in that limits women to use their own funds to pay for an abortion, should they choose to do so. (I'm not even going to get into the abortion debate, people. It's not your body, it's not your decision, that's my firm stance.) Congresswomen are standing up to this, as they should. Where's the legislation against Viagra? Most health insurances don't even cover the pill. But almost every single one covers freaking Viagra? Are you kidding me?!
Anyway. Deep breath, me. Feel free to click over here and add your voice to the "Oh, HELL no!" outrage at this limitation against women using their own resources to pay for a medical procedure. (Don't even get me started on the lack of coverage for the morning after pill.)
In other news, I've booked my hotel and flight to Las Vegas for a weekend of debauchery, gambling, showgirls, and cruising Fremont Street for bums to roll for change. I haven't been to my old stomping grounds in almost a decade, and I cannot WAIT to go back. True fact: you can find the best jewelry EVER in Las Vegas' pawn shops, and I bet you can figure out why. I feel the need to own a pimp chain, is what I'm saying. With a big old "LL COOL J" in diamonds and platinum on it. Classy!
I'll have to dedicate a post to all of the crazy shit I've seen happen in Las Vegas over the years. Like the guy that played Baccarat with tens of millions of dollars. In ten minutes. OH MY GOD JUST GIVE ME ONE OF THOSE CHIPS, DUDE. Each chip, actual gold, one million dollars. Or the lady in the couture gown and fur (ew) who hiked up her skirt with her bejeweled fingers, squatted across the street from Treasure Island, and left a fudge dragon on the sidewalk. WOW. That one still elicits shocked laughter from me, after 15 years. Watching Evander Hollyfield get fitted for a suit the night Mike Tyson would bite his ear off. Well, part of his ear. Freaking out in Caesar's Palace as a near riot broke out after that happened.
VEGAS, BABY. Give me the dice, because we're all making coin when I'm rolling, I'm just saying. HARD EIGHTS AHEAD!