An irresistible appeal of converting to liberalism is that words are of less value than President Obama’s character.

They do not matter.

Truth is a homeless tourist spasmodically meandering down vacant streets in liberal lives.

In the liberal bible, right and wrong are absent. The only hymn the choir is allowed to sing, the primary value for all liberals is equality, baby. Only naïve peasants care about right and wrong.

A favorite illustration is the fictionalized scam of “global warming.” It has been known by its married name, “climate change,” since warming did not pan out.

Unburdened by employment that is too steady or by traditional family responsibilities, liberals are addicted to searching out artificial outrages to keep their main instrument of operation – their hearts – stimulated.

Shorn of a sustainable thread of stability running through their lives, about every nine days, otherwise bored leftists become all het up over a sudden, catastrophic matter that they are certain will hasten the end of the world before Saturday.

Sloppily-written “Obamacare” is this week’s left-wing fad.

Having practiced sincere expressions the last two months, the boys on the left this week have been despairingly swinging their palms around their necks.

Lawdy, Lawdy, Land o’ Goshen, whatever shall we do?

Four Little Words

Crying store-bought tears, they are shouting that millions of unsuspecting Americans will lose their Obamacare coverage if four words in the document pertaining to exceptions in coverage are to be taken literally. The words are “established by the state,” as opposed to the federal government. Since 34 states do not have state Obamacare exchanges, libs are petrified the sky will fall if the justices rule for the plaintiffs.  Obamacare cardholders allegedly are at risk if this crucial portion of the unpopular law is invalidated.

Not one liberal American living above the ground has failed to powder his cheeks a hostile red in suitable outrage this week. They fear their new favorite agency, the U.S. Supreme Court, will allow the initial dismantling of this embarrassing legislative Frankenstein that should die a painful death.

But, by jingo, the girls on the Supreme Court bench demur. Who cares what the text of Obamacare says, the girls chorused. The authors’ intentions were sincere, and that is what counts.

Ruthie (I’ll Have Another, Hiccup, 10 Drinks Before Closing, Bartender) Ginsburg, a barfly in training, heard the wails of protest from her fellow leftists that millions will be “damaged” if the court rules in favor of the plaintiffs.

Between hiccups, Ms. Ginsburg said, according to USA Today:

“I have never seen anything like this, where it’s if you take what the statute says you can have, then you get those disastrous consequences.”

Elena Kagan belittled the plaintiffs’ case. “We don’t look at four words,” she said. “We look at the whole text, the particular context, the more general context, to make everything harmonious with everything else.”

In other words, girls, the cure is what makes you feel good. Words themselves don’t matter.