WHAT I HAVE LEARNED FROM TUPAC

While trying to remain calm during the Yankees early World Series batting slump, I’m sitting here googling everything that either simply pops into my head or pops out of my wife’s mouth. This is most difficult considering my laptop is upstairs at the moment.

I’ve been trying to create a succinct and thoughtful post about Health Care Reform – so I’m looking for as many different views and theories as I can find, but to be honest – I still haven’t come across any viable arguments as to why we should continue to accept our broken, corrupt present system. And I sit and wonder how and why so many people are being swayed by those who spout propaganda about death panels and socialized medicine because they’re so afraid of their loss of support from the special interest groups. At some point where I’m a little less focused on the game I’ll present my point as to why I support the Single Payer System.

It’s too important of a topic to try and put into an intelligent argument while shouting for the Yankees to stop striking out, drinking beer, eating salty snacks, tossing the ball around for the dog and wondering why my wife is sitting at the bar playing old Jamaican dancehall songs while the fucking World Series is on the TV!
Strangely this starts me wondering whatever happened to re-knowned Opera Singer Richard Crooks who passed away in 1972. It seems Crooks spent some time in East Harlem, and had a child with Afeni Shakur – that child turned out to be Lesane Parish Crooks or, as he’s better known; Tupac Shakur.

I have a more or less eclectic taste in music, I’m really not much of an opera or a hip hop fan. I really have to be in the mood for an aria or a song about bootie.

Tupac was a compelling figure who lost his life to gunfire in 1996. Multi-million selling rap artist, he remains one of the genres legendary figures.

As the game is getting a little better, tonight I’d simply like to offer a simple pearl of wisdom from the presumably late Tupac Shakur;

“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, even months over-analyzing a situation. Trying to put the pieces back together justifying what could’ve, should’ve, would’ve happened. Or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on. ”

Leave it to a dead rapper to put it all so eloquently. It’s genius actually.

People are dying in this country because they are denied the care they need because they don’t have insurance, or in many cases ENOUGH insurance. Cancer patients are denied medication because it’s not available through their overpriced prescription plans. Struggling middle class citizens are going broke trying to pay insurance premiums for their children, and these billion dollar profit insurance companies are denying their claims anyway.

Face it. It’s fucked up. It’s been fucked up, it’s still fucked up – we can argue all day and night about who fucked it up in the first place. Let’s leave the bullshit on the floor and just fix it already.

I’m well aware that’s an overly simplistic view – but hey, I’m busy watching the game. And if you hadn’t already noticed, the name of the blog you’re reading is after all Bonehead.