True story that I heard in the grocery store line.
So I'm at the Gynecologists office, no doubt he's a Repiglipuke because the reading material in the office includes the Limbaugh Letter, Wall Street Journal, you get the drift. BTW I opened up 1 of the magazines and there was a copy of a picture inserted into the magazine of Kartrina vanden Heuvel, the Repiglipukes are so mean, they made Katrina's picture look like she was eating a lemon, Katrina is beautiful, she doesn't look like she has a puss on when she smiles.
I think most of the office staff are Repiglipukes too, they asked me for my insurance card, I told them that I can't afford insurance but when Obamacare goes through I'll have it and I'll have a wide range of Doctors to choose from, they looked at me in such a way that they had to be racists, not against me of course because I'm white, but at the mere mention of Obama you could see the racism in their eyes. They then proceeded to tell me what the cost was going to be and that payment had to be made at the time of service, I told them I have the money with me, but we really need Medicare for all. They then asked me for a Drivers License for identification purposes, I told them that's racist, what if I wasn't able to get to the DMV because I was poor? or elderly? they said ID please, I told them the need to produce ID no doubt comes from when Chimpy was President and this has to be tied in somehow to the Patriot Act.
As I was talking I saw someone in the receptionists area staring at me, this persons jaw was dropping, no doubt the person was so embarrassed that she lives in a Country where people have to pay for insurance and how ID is required, and how the Patriot Act was such an embarrassing thing to happen to the Country, the poor thing, stuck working with all these Repiglipukes.
So I go back to sitting in my seat waiting to be called, I see all these women who are expecting and think how much they're overpopulating the Earth, they looked miserable, no doubt they're married to knuckle dragging cave dwellers who force them to have a baby instead of doing what's right for the Earth.I flash them a sympathetic look and they glance back at me, eyes squinting, no doubt they're saying to themselves how right the person wearing the Birkenstocks is when it comes to my situation. Time drags on and I'm finally called into the office.
They proceed to weigh me, then they take my blood pressure, they comment that it's a little high, and I tell them of course it's high, I'm asked if I have an insurance card, I'm forced to produce ID, I'm living in a Nation where people are too stupid to realize how great Obama is, didn't you read Nutting's column? Obama didn't spend as much as they're saying, Bush did. They're yapping about unemployment, so what? it's a little high, that's Bush's fault too, and besides, why do they care that they don't have a job? the Government provides them with their basic needs, what more should they want? The Nurse looks at me and say um okay, please change into this gown. Typical Repiglipuke, can't refute the facts.
The Repiglipuke Doctor finally comes in, he's smiling, of course he is, he's not only getting to peek at what's under this paper gown, but he's thinking about how much money he's making off me, his eyes were green, dollar sign green. He asks me if I'm having any problems, I tell him yes, I need birth control pills and I have no insurance, what the hell am I supposed to do? this should be covered by somebody, I shouldn't have to pay for it, he doesn't even respond, but I know he was thinking that I should go to Planned Parenthood, they get so much of my tax money, get your damn birth control from them. I ignored him saying this in my head. He continues to smile, that evil smile, and tells me to put my feet up in the stirrups, and I know he's enjoying the pleasure of me being in a submissive position. Repiglipukes are sexist of course. He then tries to insert the speculum, he says ooooops, wrong size, I say excuse me, he says he has to use a larger one, I say are you insinuating that I'm a "slut" because you have to use a larger speculum? by this point I knew I pegged him right, I had him in a corner, he says I'm not insinuating anything, but I knew what he was thinking.
He proceeds to take a sample for the pap and removes the speculum, he then does the exam, and says looky what we have here, by this point I'm furious, I know what he's going to say, he's going to say "look what jumped out of the bushes" of course he's thinking that, but he just says there's a string from your tampax, yeah right, I know how you Repiglipukes are and what you're thinking at all time. He brushes off my comment, he knew I was right. He tells me everything looks fine, they'll call me with the pap results at my home number when they get them. I then say I don't have a home number I have a cellphone number, see, that's the problem with you Repiglipukes, that's why the polling is all wrong in reference to Obama, your rightwing polling companies only call people with home phone numbers, what about those of us who only use cellphones? this is why Romney won't win even though the polls are showing different. He then condescendingly tells me to have a good day. I get dressed, pay my bill and leave.
