How do you plan to spend the cold days of December? http://t.co/Rwf5AYc3bG #GetTalking pic.twitter.com/PBQ397yLf4
— Barack Obama (@BarackObama) December 17, 2013
There. I've carried him forward. And Chris Christie is widely — he's wide, you know — widely disseminating the virus:
In New Jersey, we are spending the cold days of December volunteering. #GetOutOfYourPJs #SeasonOfService pic.twitter.com/yhtwDpy2cQ
— Governor Christie (@GovChristie) December 18, 2013
You can mock Pajama Boy — "New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie co-opted the lampooned 'Pajama Boy' image promoting Obamacare in order to send his own message about volunteering" — but to mock him is to carry the virus. It's what they thought you'd do. Don't assume Pajama Boy is worthy of nothing but contempt. If you are mean to Pajama Boy, it will bring out the love for him. I can sense it in my womanly sensors.
ADDED: What is the message in the original Pajama Boy tweet? Pajama Boy is home for the holidays, reintegrated into his parents' concept of him, as if he is still a little boy. He accepts that — the chocolate and the Christmas/holiday pajamas — because he loves his parents and he wants a good visit. But the subject of health insurance can be talked about in that milieu. For some reason, it won't be inappropriate, won't spoil the home-for-the-holidays spirit, it can fit. Pajama Boy is not a "douchebag." He's an average young guy, trying to do what's right, including visiting his parents and living up to their expectation,s and he needs a little prodding to talk about getting insurance, which is part of what a good little boy should do.
But maybe the message is not so much for the boy but for the parents. The parents may think that when their little guy comes home for the holidays, they just want to baby him. But they really should also make sure he's got his insurance. Don't completely pretend he's still a child. He's your kid and you need to make sure he's safe and sound. Jammies and warm milk are comforting, but he needs more protection than that. Do what you can to protect your little sweetheart now, before he once again leaves the bosom of the family and exposes himself to the danger of the world beyond the home. He may not quite yet realize what the risks are, and helping the "young invincibles" get insured is a parental responsibility just like the clothing and feeding you did when he was young. He doesn't really need those jimjams and cocoa. He needs insurance. Help this dear boy one last time, Mama.