I Love My Job

You know that scene in The 3 Musketeers where Porthos knocks a guy out with a Bolo from like a hundred yards away and then says "God, I love my job"?

Yeah. It's like that.

Moron in class today gives us a presentation on how we should have socialized healthcare. Then plays some of Sicko for us, which was entertaining only for the scene of Hillary being burned in effigy. You heard my "YES!" throughout the class.

Teacher asks at the end if we have any questions for the speaker.

I raise my hand.

"Vincent?"

"Please explain to me why it is you think you're entitled to have the government take my money?"

Stammers about socialized police forces, fire departments, prison systems.

"I can't incarcerate Steven Avery and Brendan Dassey in my home. I pay the government to remove them from society because we don't want to be around them. I can pay for my own healthcare. Why should I be forced to pay for yours?"

"I'll be forced to pay for yours as well, you'll be taking my money too."

"I don't want your money. I want MY money. I earned it. It's not yours."

Teacher breaks up the argument.

I figure he has a 5% chance of figuring out he's an imbecile. That's 5 percentage points more than he had this morning.