A quick confession: I am not qualified to really say much of anything about the proposed healthcare plan. I talk out of my ass all the time, but this is one time where the cheeks are clamped shut.

Honestly, I just don’t know what to say. I simply don’t know enough about it. I can’t read a 300-page suspense thriller much less a 1,000 page bill.

Yeah, I’d like somebody other than myself or my bosses pay for my medical bills. And yeah, I’d sure hell wish there was some fairy godmother or something that could wave a magic wand and make all our ailments and conditions and illnesses and diseases go away. But Walt Disney is dead and his head is t cryogenically frozen, so I don’t have much faith in that.

That said, I am a fan of jackassery — and I mean of the Johnny Knoxville kind. Which is why I’m finding the whole town hall shoutfests to be particularly interesting.

I don’t know about you, but each time I see one of these folks shouting about “death panels” or how they don’t want the government interfering with their Medicare, I half expect a diaper-wearing Wee Man to come crashing through the meeting room doors followed closely behind by Preston, wearing the same.

And if not that pair, than at least Party Boy with a boom box in hand ready to put on a performance that would make a Chippendale dancer blush. But that hasn’t been the case.

At least not until now. At least not until Texas Congresswoman Sheila Jackson Lee did the unthinkable at a recent town hall meeting. You have to see it to believe it.