Lubricant is a vital part of any moving system. In congress, the lubricant is either votes, money, or ego. There could be some other things that qualify as lubricant, but for the moment, I'll stick with those.
In a car, the lubricant is oil, whether synthetic or natural petroleum based. We recycle the used oil in order to be less wasteful.
In your body you have lots of fluids which act as lubricants. I'm not a physician, nor did I ever take an anatomy class, so I'd be hard pressed to tell you what all the specific lubricants are, and just what they lubricate, but maybe someone has some ideas in the comments.
There is at least one other reason we need lubricant. Discuss it in depth below the fold.
I want to try to get a handle on this. It's a "touchy" subject. It's really important that we get a good grip on this issue, because the up and down nature of this discussion can get people very excited. We could really go "on an" on with this.
It's of utmost importance that we deal with this in as much depth as possible. We really have to get into this subject deeply and find the spots that are the most important.
My impression of the discussion of the issue of health insurance reform has taken on many forms, one of the most common forms of this will be detailed below in a variety of ways.
Mental
Wanking. Wankery. Wankfest. Wanko Sapiens. Rip Van Wanker. Wanklestiltskin. Call the Waaaaaaahnkulance. Why, wank you very much! Wankalooza. Wank in the USA. Little Wank houses for you and me. Open the door, get on the floor, everyone wank the dinosaur. (For you hip hoppers) It's tricky to wank a rhyme, to wank a rhyme that's right on time, it's tricky. Highway to the Wanker Zone. Sony Wankman. Men at Wank. Women on the verge of a... wank. It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were wanking. Mostly harmless, and wanking. Now is the wanker of our discontent. Wank up, get out of bed, drag a comb across my head. Once, when I was at wank camp... Don't you know you've got to wank the monkey, Waaaank the monkey. Wanks for the memories. Wankly my dear, I don't give a damn. One small step for man, one giant wank for mankind. Ich bin ein Wanker. Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wank. Wankito ergo sum.
*Note: I do not mean to impugn anyone's preferred method of achieving "inner peace," and I would hope that people would recognize that this diary is about the important topic of individual mandates, not the kind that someone else does to/for you.