March 23, 2010: President Obama signed the bill that has become known as “Obamacare.” At first that moniker was used derisively by the law’s opponents — mostly Republicans — who tried to make it a bad word. With a little bit of presidential jiujitsu, President Obama has embraced the term in the belief that it would become something Americans would be proud to call the insurance reform in the bill.
I’ve lost count of the number of times the Republicans have voted to repeal the law, obviously to no avail, and you can’t count the number of times the Republicans have put forth a bill that would replace it with something better. The reason you can’t count them is because the number is 0 as in zero as in nada, nil, goose-egg, or bupkus.
The Republicans made very scary predictions as to what would happen to America if we passed the bill, if we implemented the law, if we let the website go live, and that it would never make it anyway because the Supreme Court would strike it down and bury it on the front lawn of the White House.
They told us that even if the bill was passed, implemented, went live, and survived the Supreme Court challenge, it would be a miserable failure: no one would sign up, it wouldn’t meet the enrollment goals, insurance companies would run away from it, the economy would crater, jobs would be lost, and the earth would stop spinning on its axis.
Five years later, none of that has happened. In fact, it’s the opposite; even the sun still comes over the horizon in the morning. So the only miserable failure of Obamacare is the predictions by the Republicans that it would be a miserable failure.