You know, it’s odd.

Although by ideology I was bound to hope the bill would pass - if only to stick a finger in the eye of harridans and viragoes like Malkin and above all Geller - I must confess I felt a little trepidation at the thought of having thousands of pages of recycled paper literally rammed down my throat all at once. I even took the precaution of laying in a supply of Pepto-Bismol, Vicodin and Lagavulin for self-medicating any injuries, in case the ERs where overwhelmed.

But you know, the most amazing thing happened? I barely felt it at all. And this morning my matutinal smoker’s hack was less than usual. I do believe I’m enjoying the benefits of health-care reform even before it’s been signed into law.

I do find it a bit disturbing to contemplate how easily I’ve slipped from being a free American just yesterday to joining the ranks of the peoples in socialist bondage today. I mean, I never thought I’d be comfortable in the same Maoist boat as Brits, Swedes, Frenchmen, Germans, and Israelis. Yet, though the sun shone yesterday and it poured horrible AGW-portending rain today, life when on in much the same fashion as always.

But then I’m a sheep, from a long line of sheeple. We’ll put up with anything, even rain from Obama, as long as we can crop the free grass and shit on Constitution Green.