I always wanted a nice watch. Or a few.

This time, by Florida northern district federal Judge Roger Vinson, who not only discarded a single aspect of the act (like the Virginia judge), but the entire law, from his bench in Pensacola, Florida on Monday. The 78-page ruling indicated that, in a nutshell, the federal government cannot compel you to purchase something that you do not wish to buy. And then penalize you should you not wish to have made said purchase.

Businesses were already discovering it would be cheaper to pay the fines than cover their employees under the onerous ObamaKare “plan.”

That the act would be found unconstitutional is, at its base, not a shocking conclusion — unless you are, of course, a non-Constitutionalist Leftist.

From Reuters:

U.S. District Judge Roger Vinson ruled that the reform law’s so-called individual mandate went too far in requiring that Americans start buying health insurance in 2014 or pay a penalty.

“Because the individual mandate is unconstitutional and not severable, the entire act must be declared void,” he wrote, “This has been a difficult decision to reach and I am aware that it will have indeterminable implications.”

Referring to a key provision in the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act, Vinson sided with governors and attorneys general from 26 U.S. states, almost all of whom are Republicans, in declaring the Obama healthcare reform unconstitutional.

States involved in the lawsuit were Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Colorado, Florida, Georgia, Idaho, Indiana, Louisiana, Michigan, Mississippi, Nebraska, Nevada, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, North Dakota, South Dakota, Texas, Utah, Washington, Iowa, Ohio, Kansas, Maine, Wisconsin and Wyoming.

Notably, you would not be shocked to discover that Fornicalia was not among those states disagreeing with the “Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act.” A lie, if ever there was one.

As The Washington Times indicates, it is interesting to note that Judge Vinson wrote:

In ruling against President Obama‘s health care law, federal Judge Roger Vinson used Mr. Obama‘s own position from the 2008 campaign against him, arguing that there are other ways to tackle health care short of requiring every American to purchase insurance.

“I note that in 2008, then-Senator Obama supported a health care reform proposal that did not include an individual mandate because he was at that time strongly opposed to the idea, stating that ‘if a mandate was the solution, we can try that to solve homelessness by mandating everybody to buy a house,’” Judge Vinson wrote in a footnote toward the end of the 78-page ruling Monday.

And so, on this revelation, did the stock market completely “tank” with the bad news? Uh, no. In fact, the Dow had the best January in 14 years.

This is, of course, going to SCOTUS, ladies and gentlemen. As well it should. “The entire act must be declared void.” Quotes from the opinion.

Because the Leftists just don’t “get it.” They seem to envision they’ll be “in power” forever.

Because, in another administration, if they win this case, the Logical Extension would also cover any and all subsequent Conservative administrations as well.

Government, bitterly and bottom line, should not have the power.

You and I both know this is true.

BZ

Fornicalia Governor Jerry Brown’s speech.

I’ll distill it down to this:

We need to tax more than cut.

And with that, ladies and gentlemen, there go the major population centers of the country.

Bulk up on precious metals. You know which ones.

BZ

Here is what they think:

I am a mad-man. I am posting my true thoughts.

I didn’t believe in God. I used to label myself, in my Leftist pre- and-college days, at best an Agnostic. Many days an out-and-out Atheist. I couldn’t believe that any true greater being would allow wars and death and utter annihilations of entire civilizations. A flood. The existence of Hell.

I can remember penning a short story in the early 70s for a university writing class where the ruling religious government, oppressive of course, walled people off in clustered high-rises, squashing them together, and forcing them to attend religious functions. The protagonist found a way out of the city and discovered miles and miles and miles of endless beautiful forests and mountains and valleys that only the ruling members of the religion ever experienced. I don’t suppose you’d be surprised if I told you I received an A for my grade. In retrospect the premise sounds more Left than Right and applicable, these days specifically, to the Religious Left. How odd.

Twenty years passed. Thirty years passed. And more.

I didn’t give God much thought. Truly if at all. Until people started dying around me. My grandparents died. Reagan died. A friend died, shot at an ATM in a robbery. Warren Zevon died. My mother died. And finally my father died.

Bad things happened, more than I care to regale here. They clumped up. In 2009 following my father’s death, my behavior became this: I would drive around in the middle of the night, for hours. I couldn’t sit or lay still. One late night, last year, I was driving and started talking to God as if He weren’t listening. I rambled on. I just kept talking and talking. I had made major mistakes in my Life and laid it all out. I was, for a change, more honest than I’d been in forty years. Or more. I ended up, oblivious, more than two hundred miles from my house in the darkness.

God replied to me in a sentence: “I’m glad to hear you.”

It was in my brain. I hadn’t expected any kind of response. I remember those five words. I was more than shocked. I was fully awake.

Since then, the Lord speaks to me at night, mostly, when I am alone and distraught and in dire straights and in need.

So clearly, I am a raving nutter.

I can, in the middle of my darkest nights, strike up a conversation with Him and He replies?

Am I insane?

Or is He really there?

He has already shown me my Grandmother, and then my Mother, in dreams.

He has answered some convoluted questions — but many more exist.

He tells me the things I don’t want to hear, but I know I must. I am either addled or blessed. I speak to Him at night at the drop of a hat. How is this even remotely possible?

No matter what way, I am starting to settle and realize my blessings. Perhaps this is the foundation of Faith. This either happens or it doesn’t. I either believe it or I don’t.

My soul, I think, has quieted a bit. And yet I find this, at once, both comforting and disturbing. But I either believe it or I don’t.

I choose to believe.

BZ