Senator Kamala Harris (D-California) is running for president and she wants you to tell your healthcare story. Together we can make healthcare a right. Here’s my story:
I am not a bum.
I once had healthcare and the love of a beautiful president. Now I only have two things. My friends and my bicycle.
My story? Okay.
It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember those days in Mississippi, but then I found out the horrible truth that I was white after tapping my feet to an easy listening tune instead of the low-down blues.
So I decided to move to St. Louis. Mama told me, ‘Lord loves a workin’ man; don’t trust whitey; see a doctor and get rid of it.’ I got a job pumping gas, but I still didn’t have healthcare.
I invented the Opti-Grab, a combination handle and nose-brace for eyeglasses and that’s when a crazed sniper tried to kill me so I joined a traveling carnival where I discovered my true gender thanks to a two-spirit stunt rider.
But I still didn’t have healthcare until the Opti-Grab really took off and Obamacare became law.
Suddenly I was suddenly a member of the 1% and could afford the Platinum Plan.
But I forgot my mama’s advice and voted for whitey.
Now I’m just a white jerk again in Temecula without healthcare.
Please save me, Kamala.
Sincerely,
Navin Johnson, Temecula, CA
