America’s welfare state rewards self-centered freeloaders like Margo Smith, and ObamaCare will only exacerbate America’s free rider problem.

Meet Margo Smith.  Ms. Smith is a sixty-five year old grandmother.  Ms. Smith is also a lazy, greedy, unrepentant self-entitled freeloader.

“Gee, ‘Puter, that’s kind of  harsh, making fun of an old lady like that.”

Not really. Read on.

Ms. Smith was admitted to St. Francis Hospital in Connecticut with pneumonia and a urinary tract infection. Dutifully, the hospital treated the morbidly obese (305 pounds) woman, cured her, and discharged her four days after admission.

Great story, ‘Puter. What’s your point, and what’s any of this got to do with ObamaCare?

Here’s ‘Puter’s point.  Ms. Smith refused to leave the hospital for 23 days after she was discharged. Ms. Smith only left after the hospital went to court to get an order of eviction to toss her greedy, worthless fat ass out into the streets.

Why did Ms. Smith overstay her welcome? Ms. Smith “appealed her discharge on the grounds she didn’t have an adequate bbed awaiting her at home.”  Got that? Ms. Smith wouldn’t leave the hospital because she wanted federal and state taxpayers to shell out for a $37,000 bed worthy of her corpulent rear end.*

Here’s the list of horseshit Ms. Smith pulled in her quest to get more free stuff from government, along with some facts (both real and alleged) about ObamaCare poster child Ms. Smith:

Poor, elderly, morbidly obese, combative, greedy, self-entitled Ms. Smith. The government won’t provide for her every wish and whim!  Those rich Wall Street bastards and One Percenters won’t shell out for free crap for everyone like Obama promised!

And that’s the problem with ObamaCare in a nutshell.  People perceive ObamaCare as free, and it’s not.  When you don’t pay for something, you use more of it. When you’ve got no ownership in something, you abuse it.  Where do you think the saying “no one washes a rental car” came from?

It’s a longstanding, much-studied problem. Hell, smart economists like Paul Krugman (well, not Paul Krugman because he’s a partisan hack moron) even gave it a name: The Free Rider Problem.

Free riders are “those who consume more than their fair share of a public resource, or shoulder less than a fair share of the costs of its production.”  Just like Ms. Smith, who doesn’t pay for any of what she has.  If you’re not paying, you don’t care how much something costs, or how much you’re using, or whether satisfying your wants (not needs) will leave enough for everyone else.

In short, greedy people screw everyone else over by using too much of something we share simply to benefit themselves.

Nearly 80 years of FDR’s New Deal and nearly 50 years of LBJ’s Great Society have created a permanent class of free riders who see nothing wrong with screwing over their neighbors in order to get theirs.  Social Security. Medicare. Medicaid. Medicare Part D. Food Stamps. Head Start. The list is long and only gets longer.  Everybody wants their free crap from the government, and no one gives a damn about who’s ultimately footing the bill.

America has become a nation with a government devoted solely to taxing the crap out of taking from productive citizens to redistribute wealth to to support free riders like Margo Smith, and it will most certainly be our downfall.

ObamaCare’s just the latest nail in the coffin.

* Social Services did provide Ms. Smith a bed of sufficient strength to hold up her manatee-like body. Ms. Smith dislikes her new taxpayer provided bed, stating “I’m on this horrible bed. I’ve got pillows under my knees from the pain of a bumpy mattress.” Tough toenails, toots. You want a better bed, buy one yourself. Or drop a hundred and fifty pounds or so. You’ll sleep better.

** Ms. Smith reminds ‘Puter of another freeloading, good-for-nothing, self-professed minister: “Rev.” Al Sharpton, the consummate con man. Come to think of it, “Rev.” Sharpton was at one time a corpulent, racist bastard fond of ill-fitting track suits and James Brown hairstyles.

*** Perhaps if Ms. Smith spent a bit more of her time vomiting and bit less of her time cramming pork rinds and Ho-Hos into her food hole, she wouldn’t need a giant aquatic mammal lift to haul her in and out of bed.

**** Ms. Smith’s myriad maladies – real or imagined – have not limited her mobility since her morbid obesity indicates she has little difficulty hauling her lardaceous bottom back and forth to the refrigerator.

***** ‘Puter wakes in horror every day because of one thing – he’s working his butt off to subsidize freeloading assholes’ life quests to remain freeloading assholes.

'Puter

Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.

’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.

The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.

His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.

He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.

Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.

‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.