As BurkaChick, the usual loony-lib, I was beginning to question the WTF reasoning of the Obamacare ad team. But then, just as I was losing all hope with Floozy Susie and the Brosurance brutes, along came the latest “Get Covered” blubber. Not that I wasn’t on the fence for enrollment with the Pajama Boy ploy or with the Richard Simmons in skimpy shorts retorts, but suddenly an ad featuring singing housepets telling us how much they love us and apologizing for having fleas struck a nerve. As I sat there watching with my bulldog “Pelosi” by my side, I socialistically swooned at the progressive pet plea to “Get Covered”. Obviously, the image of bouncing parrots and rapping fish was just the ticket to convince all us lingering liberals to “see the light” on enrollment. I had to immediately go on line to sign up to answer our furry friends flap.
As I sat there, hour after hour, trying to enroll and not being able to feed or take Pelosi for her walk, I had to think of all the wonderful attributes these singing pets were endorsing. Of course they must love us, considering paying way higher premiums and deductibles would cut out their kibble, and ever having funds for a vet bill would be nill (as well as some medical device taxes effecting veterinary equipment). But as I stared at Pelosi’s bewildered face, I wondered if she was pondering if using her image as a shill would be a thrill? Or with over 600 million invested in a catastrophic overhaul of healthcare, would this be the message to the public she would want to deliver? Or could the image and funds for the Obamacare pet plea be put for better use? (See video)