Look at Senator Mitch McConnell commissioning the U.S. Capitol Police—just following orders! blue lives matter!—to drag people out of their wheelchairs for daring to show up to his office to oppose Trumpcare.
Of course, McConnell is shopping a bill that will literally kill disabled folks. Why not start with dragging them out of their wheelchairs?
Here is what Trumpcare will do to people who rely on Medicaid, via Business Insider:
"Both bills would change Medicaid to a program where funding would be set on a per-capita basis—meaning the federal government would send states a fixed amount of money per Medicaid enrollee, regardless of whether that would cover needs or care—and then peg funding growth to a rate related to inflation.
'It's no longer an open-ended matching program,' Richard Frank, a professor at Harvard Medical School professor, told Business Insider in May. He added that changing funding to per-capita cap grants 'fundamentally changes the kind of contract that exists between the states and the federal government.'"
Seventy-five million Americans use Medicaid. Both the House and Senate bills will eventually phase out Medicaid entirely (read: "leave the poorest Americans to die"). Both plans are poorly disguised redistribution schemes that bilk middle- and low-income Americans out of their health and their wealth and send their earnings up the ladder to the ultra-rich.
I am helplessly angry about this, because I know that if logic or faith or basic human decency mattered to Mitch McConnell and his Republican colleagues, we wouldn't even be entertaining these bills in the first place. Trumpcare doesn't fix anything that's wrong with Obamacare, and no one with expertise and experience in any part of the health-care industry thinks it's a good idea. There's something in this for the GOP, and I don't know what that thing is, and whatever it is, it's more valuable to them than American lives.
I meditated on this while chopping vegetables for ceviche, a dish I make at home when it's too hot to turn the stove on and I need to spend a half-hour or so stabbing things because the people we've tasked with protecting us have decided to try killing us instead.
Killing people is part of the reason I didn't start making ceviche at home until a couple of years ago. All I could envision was poisoning my family with undercooked fish. But restaurant ceviche is pricey and, I reckoned, who really knows how long it's been sitting in that industrial fridge anyway?
I make my ceviche with care and marinate it until it's opaque and supple. I strive not to kill people. I'm a real radical, I guess.
1/2 pound of tilapia, bloodlines removed, chopped into wee nibbles
1 small avocado, chopped to mimic wee tilapia nibbles
1/2 pint cherry tomatoes, chopped (to mimic wee nibbles)
1/3 cucumber, chopped (wee nibbles)
1 jalapeno, chopped (wee nibs)
1/3 cup cilantro, chopped (just chopped is fine)
2 cloves garlic, minced
mixed citrus juices—lemon, lime, orange, grapefruit, whatever
salt and pepper
pinch of sugar
olive oil, to drizzle
tortilla chips, to serve
Marinate your wee tilapia nibbles and garlic in a bowl of citrus juice with a pinch of sugar and salt. I like to use a combination of lemons, limes and either oranges or grapefruits, because just limes and lemons can be overly tangy. Make sure the wee nibs are freely floating in the juices so that they get evenly cooked by the citrus. This will probably take an hour-ish. It may take less time than that, but like I said, I'm trying to keep everyone alive. When the fish is cooked, drain the juices and toss the fish with your veggies. Drizzle the tiniest drizzle of olive oil, mix carefully, and season with salt and pepper to taste. Serve with tortilla chips.
Serve the fetid leftover bloodlines of your tilapia to anyone who thinks poor people deserve to die in order to enrich the wealthiest Americans.
Resistance Kitchen is a blog about food, rage and politics at resistancekitchen.tumblr.com. Andrea Grimes is a journalist for hire, Bloody Mary expert and Texpat living in the Bay Area.