In a first step toward repealing Obamacare, they voted to remove the preexisting condition protections and the individual mandate, thus making insurance out of reach for the people who need it most.
So call the Congressional Switchboard at 202-224-3121. Ask for your GOP senator. Say: “Why did you vote to kill me last night?” That’s it. Let the person who answers the phone explain why their millionaire boss voted to kill you.
Or you may be shunted to voicemail. Same thing: “Why did you vote to kill me last night?” Maybe a little louder this time.
Depression makes it hard for people to do things. I get it. I’m depressed, too. But I’ve already made three calls this morning. Get moving!
Just left the appropriate pissed-off message for Toomey, and left one for Casey to thank him for standing up for me and all Pennsylvanians.
I try to end my calls with the young interns with this: I’m going to be your fairy godmother for a minute.
I know how hard it is to change your mind, I’ve struggle with that myself. It takes a lot of emotional strength to take in new information.
Not everyone has the ability and courage to consider challenges to their belief system.
But you sound like a nice young person. My wish for you as your fairy godmother is that you become brave enough to re-evaluate if your values system and your job match up.
Because I really don’t think you want me to die (I have already discussed what my pre existing conditions are) or to be too sick to finish raising my disabled kid. You are too good a person for that.
I did that about eight times today (called almost all of my Republican senator’s offices and a few other Senators as well).
Will this work on those sour-pussed young whippersnappers, I do not know. But I feel good about myself, giving them some benefit of doubt.