The regression is from pseudo-intellectual thoughtful liberal to a mere teenage emo chick. Bemoaning the imminent SCOTUS slap-down of Obamacare, he reverts to a sullen schoolboy's threat, entitling his piece Will we love the health-care law if it dies?
Or maybe he's more of a spurned lover?
Were the health-care law to be eviscerated, those who battled so hard on its behalf might draw at least bittersweet comfort from what could be called the Joni Mitchell Rule, named after the folk singer who instructed us that “you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.”
The self-pitying lament of the angry loser. The anger being directed at us, the American people. The Police (back when they were a groundbreaking band, and before Sting left to become a world-class liberal ass) sketched the character so well:
I guess this is our last goodbye
And you don't care so I won't cry
But you'll be sorry when I'm dead
And all this guilt will be on your head
I guess you'd call it suicide
But I'm too full to swallow my pride
I can't, I can't
I can't stand losing
I can't stand losing you
Oh, what will we do without the Left to kick around anymore? Sorry E.J., that's still not a valid reason for us to support Obamacare. Go hang yourself metaphorically from the tree, we're still not going to love you or your wacky government programs.
Dionne snaps out of his angst long enough, though, to tell us what the American people need to be fed in order to fall for government health care: More propaganda. Seriously:
And here is where the court’s reintroduction of the health-care issue into the political debate could be turned into a blessing by allies of reform, provided they take advantage of the opportunity to do what they have never done adequately up to now. They need, finally, to describe and defend the law and what it does.
Because it is always the messenger, or the message, that is to blame. It is never their implausible, unpopular remedies for non-existing problems that are at the root of the nation's ire towards the Left. Lord, no! It just needs to be explained slower, clearer, with smaller words, maybe with pretty pictures and comic books.
Like a stubborn child, Dionne and his ilk are incapable of looking in the mirror and comprehending that the fault may not lie in the stars - or the American people - but in themselves...