Reykjavík Calling

Hello America. What I am about to tell you should come as no shock to anyone who has been watching the news or reading the papers or not comatose for the past seven years: Our country is in the hands of a seriously affected group of nitwits. The most recent example of nitwittery came when a teenager convinced the White House he was Iceland's president and managed to schedule a call with our Pinhead in Chief. "My call was transferred around a few times until I got hold of Bush's secretary and managed to book a call meeting with Bush the following Monday evening," said sixteen-year old Vifill Atlason. Icelandic police turned up at his door the day of the planned call and took him in for questioning. Sadly, since the call was never completed, we may never know if the President's refrigerator is in fact running.
As fluff pieces go, this could just float away, unless it just happened to come to light on the very same day that Pinhead vetoed legislation that would have expanded government-provided health insurance for children. This was his second slap-down of a bipartisan effort in Congress to dramatically increase funding for the popular program. In a voice far removed from reason, he warbled, "Ultimately, our nation's goal should be to move children who have no health insurance to private coverage, not to move children who already have private health insurance to government coverage." Of the forty-three million people nationwide who lack health insurance, more than six million are under eighteen years old. That's more than nine percent of all children.
Meanwhile, if something should happen to Mister Atlason's dialing finger, Iceland's very generous National Health Care System would take care of it. It is a wacky planet, after all.