Originally published at Cassie Alexander. You can comment here or there.

So I've been too busy to be political lately, but while walking slowly on the treadmill at the gym this past week, I saw Republican presidential hopeful Rick Santorum leave the campaign trail to go home and be with his ill daughter, who has a genetic disability. Now that she's better
(oh gym televisions, must you always be on Fox News and CNN?), I feel free to be catty.

IT MUST BE SO NICE TO GET TO TAKE TIME OFF WORK TO BE WITH AN ILL CHILD.

IT MUST BE SO NICE TO BE ABLE TO AFFORD HAVING A DISABLED CHILD.

Dear Mr. Santorum, or any other Republicans out there -- do you realize how lucky you are to be able to afford decent health care? To have the ability to take time off at work?

I'll always remember when I was doing my pediatric training rotation, and there was a single mom whose life was taking care of her disabled daughter, who got by on disability check to disability check, one of those "Welfare Queens" the Republican party would have you believe are so endemic to society.

And her begging us to keep her dying child alive for three more days until she could get her next disability check.

She'd spent thirteen years of her life taking care of her girl. As a single mom, it was a full time job. And if her kid died on the 12th of the month, not after 15th, the system as it stands would say, "Fuck you, starve."

So when I see Mr. Santorum standing with his huge happy family that he can afford because he's magical and rich and deserves the best things in life as opposed to the rest of us, with a disabled child that he chose to be able to have, taking on medical costs that would have buried a normal middle class family, muchless a poor one, and he tries to say he'll take away Obamacare because it's wrong -- fuck him.

Fuck him sideways, and all of his kind.