‘Stop using it for votes!’: Sen. Moreno ‘exposes’ Obamacare ‘lies’ in explosive hearing yyy
In a room originally convened to discuss a narrow set of tax credits, Senator Bernie Moreno (R-OH) ignited a firestorm Tuesday, transforming a Senate hearing into a blistering indictment of the Affordable Care Act (ACA). Moreno, a former small business owner, accused his Democratic colleagues of engaging in “performative outrage” and “managed failure” while enriching insurance giants at the expense of the American worker.
The freshman senator’s broadside targeted what he characterized as a decade-long pattern of political deception, focusing specifically on the unfulfilled promise that the average American family would see their healthcare premiums drop by $2,500.
“Is That a Lie?”
Moreno began his questioning with a sharp historical pivot, asking witness Mr. White to identify the author of a famous 2014 promise: “Premiums will drop and the average family will see premiums go down by $2,500 a year.”
“President Obama,” White responded.
“Is that a lie?” Moreno pressed.
“Yes,” the witness replied, noting that it would be “impossible” to find a single solitary American in the individual market—or perhaps any market—who had experienced such a windfall over the last 11 years.
Moreno used this exchange to frame the current debate over Biden-era “Obamacare COVID bonus subsidies” as a distraction from the fundamental failure of the law. “The only issue the Democrats want to fix is for probably something that affects five or six or seven percent of Americans,” Moreno remarked. “Why wouldn’t we fix it for all Americans?”
The Enrichment of “Big Insurance”
The most startling moment of the hearing came when Moreno leveraged his business background to “quantify” the success of the insurance industry under the ACA. He pointed to United Healthcare as the primary example of what he called a “disgraceful” transfer of wealth.
Moreno noted that in 2015, United Healthcare’s stock price sat at $115 a share. By last year, it closed at a record $611.
“United Healthcare used to be a $108 billion enterprise back in 2015,” Moreno stated. “Would it surprise you that it’s almost a $600 billion company [now]? It’s 12 times the size of Ford Motor Company.”
According to Moreno, the ACA has “enriched healthcare insurance companies” more than any other policy in American history, all while premiums for union workers in Toledo and small business owners across the country continued to climb.
The “Hidden Costs” of Illegal Immigration
Moreno also drew a direct line between the border crisis and the rising cost of domestic healthcare. While acknowledging that those in the country illegally are not eligible for Medicare or the ACA exchange, he argued that they still consume billions in services through emergency room visits.
“When you own a business and you give part of your services for free, is it really free or do you really charge everybody else?” Moreno asked.
Mr. White concurred, stating that the costs of treating 10 to 15 million non-citizens are “charged to everyone else” in the form of higher premiums and service costs, totaling “billions and billions of dollars.”
A Call for “Real” Solutions
Growing visibly frustrated with the absence of his Democratic colleagues—noting that only the ranking member remained in the room—Moreno listed a series of alternative reforms he claimed would actually lower costs:
Transparency: Comparing healthcare to a car dealership, Moreno argued that patients should know the price of an MRI before the procedure, not 60 days later. He cited a personal example where a cash-pay MRI in Florida cost $230, while an insurance-negotiated rate at a hospital would have cost him $1,200 out-of-pocket.
Association Health Plans: Empowering small businesses to band together to buy competitive healthcare, which witnesses suggested could result in a 30% premium reduction.
PBM Reform: Targeting Pharmacy Benefit Managers to lower prescription drug costs.
Tort Reform and HSA Expansion: Reducing administrative and legal overhead while putting money back into Health Savings Accounts.
“It’s Disgusting”
In his closing remarks, Moreno took aim at the culture of Washington, describing the hearing’s underlying legislation as a “managed failure”—a bill designed not to pass, but to provide a “political issue” for reelection campaigns.
“It’s disgusting what happens in this town,” Moreno said. “Can you imagine if tomorrow morning the American people woke up and go, ‘My God, the leaders in Washington D.C. are able to govern and solve our problems’?”
As the hearing adjourned, the divide was clear: while Democrats sought to preserve the subsidies that keep the ACA afloat for millions, Moreno and his allies signaled they are no longer interested in “papering over” a system they believe was built on a lie and maintained for a profit.
She Trained Our Daughter to Be a Liar Inside Our Own Home — Instead, the School Exposed the Dark Truth She Desperately Tried to Hide
She Trained Our Daughter to Be a Liar Inside Our Own Home — Instead, the School Exposed the Dark Truth She Desperately Tried to Hide
After stealing Nia's design and claiming she had nothing left, a rival proudly wore the champagne gown on the runway, only to watch Nia unveil a breathtaking creation that silenced the entire audience.
After stealing Nia's design and claiming she had nothing left, a rival proudly wore the champagne gown on the runway, only to watch Nia unveil a breathtaking creation that silenced the entire audience.
On our eighth wedding anniversary, my husband Marcus confessed he had been sleeping with Vanessa for nearly a year, demanded that I accept her, and expected me to share our home and marriage without asking questions.
On our eighth wedding anniversary, my husband Marcus confessed he had been sleeping with Vanessa for nearly a year, demanded that I accept her, and expected me to share our home and marriage without asking questions.
She Cheated On Her Multi-Millionaire Husband In Broad Daylight—Then Demanded Half His Empire, Completely Forgetting One Deadly Legal Trap
She Cheated On Her Multi-Millionaire Husband In Broad Daylight—Then Demanded Half His Empire, Completely Forgetting One Deadly Legal Trap
The air inside the opulent, brightly lit dressing room was thick with a suffocating, cruel tension.
The air inside the opulent, brightly lit dressing room was thick with a suffocating, cruel tension.
At family dinner, my sister announced, "Mom and dad said, 'You never contribute anything to this family.'" Everyone clapped.
At family dinner, my sister announced, "Mom and dad said, 'You never contribute anything to this family.'" Everyone clapped.
THE CARTER HOUSE BETRAYAL
# THE CARTER HOUSE BETRAYAL
"WASH THE DISHES, NAOMI.
"WASH THE DISHES, NAOMI.
I Spent 14 Months Mourning My De@d Wife—Then My Daughter Screamed Five Words From the Poolside That Shattered My Entire Life
I Spent 14 Months Mourning My De@d Wife—Then My Daughter Screamed Five Words From the Poolside That Shattered My Entire Life
13 Hours Before "I Do," I Overheard My Inner Circle Plotting My Total Destruction Through the Hotel Wall—And They Have No Idea I'm Listening
13 Hours Before "I Do," I Overheard My Inner Circle Plotting My Total Destruction Through the Hotel Wall—And They Have No Idea I'm Listening
Thirteen hours before I was scheduled to walk down the aisle and say the words "I do," I found myself standing in the stillness of my luxury hotel suite, my fingers gently brushing against the pristine, crystal-embellished white wedding dress laid out across the bed. Everything seemed pristine and perfect on the surface, but a chilling sound pierced through the heavy wooden wall partition of the bedroom, shattering the quiet illusion. 😨
I froze, my breath catching in my throat as my eyes widened in sheer disbelief. Through the thin architectural barrier, muffled voices whispered words that turned my blood to ice. It was my own assistant and closest confidantes discussing a malicious scheme. "Through wall, we'll pour wine on her dress and hide the wedding rings," a voice sneered with venomous delight. Another chimed in with a toxic bitterness that made my stomach churn: "I've been trying to steal her groom for months!"
A wave of searing rage and absolute betrayal washed over me, replacing the innocent excitement of a bride-to-be with dark, calculated focus. My jaw tightened, and I clenched my right fist so hard my nails dug into my palms. I crept swiftly across the plush carpet toward the bedroom wall, pressing my ear and my smartphone directly against the wood to capture every damning detail of their plot. On my screen, the stopwatch timer ticked away the seconds of their betrayal. "She'll never know until it's too late," they whispered, laughing softly on the other side. 😤
I pulled back, my eyes flashing with a cold, terrifying clarity. There would be no tears, only strategy. I rushed over to the sleek glass desk, my fingers flying across my phone screen as a notification popped up: Second suite confirmed — Access code sent. I quickly tapped out a message to my cousin: 40 minutes, cousin. Prepare everything quietly. Nobody must know. A tight, dangerous line formed across my lips as I locked my phone and pressed it to my ear for a covert phone call.
"Tomorrow I need to change a few things. Please don't react yet," I whispered into the receiver with icy precision. On the other end, a familiar, smooth voice answered instantly without hesitation: "Whatever you need, baby, I'm with you". A slow, dangerous smile crept onto my face—a smile that held zero warmth and absolute resolve. I walked back over to the bed, gently placing my phone right beside the wedding gown. Tomorrow, everyone will hear the truth. 🔥
I turned on my heel, walking away from the bed with measured, unyielding steps as muffled, celebratory laughter echoed from the adjacent suite where my supposed friends toasted to my downfall. I locked my gaze straight ahead, my expression hardening into an unreadable, lethal mask as the final confrontation loomed on the horizon.
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***PART 2***
The hours melted away under the crushing weight of a silent countdown, the air in my suite thick with the scent of white tea and suppressed fury. Outside my door, the muffled, champagne-soaked laughter of my so-called best friend Maya and her co-conspirators drifted through the drywall like a persistent poison. They thought they were staging the ultimate coup, plotting my humiliation just hours before I walked down the aisle. But every second they spent gloating was another nail in their own coffins, meticulously arranged by my cousin and backed by digital proof they never knew existed. My heart hammered a steady, rhythmically lethal beat against my ribs, daring them to make their move.
At precisely five minutes past midnight, the discreet click of the adjoining service door broke the heavy silence. I didn't flinch as Maya’s shadow stretched across the carpet, her silhouette sharp against the moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She moved with the silent, predatory grace of someone who believed she had already won, her hand clutching a heavy crystal decanter of deep red wine meant for my wedding gown. The metallic tang of malice hung so heavily in the room that it tasted like copper on my tongue. She stepped closer to the bed, a cruel, triumphant smirk twisting her painted lips as she raised the heavy bottle high above her head.
"Let's see how pristine you look walking down the aisle in a puddle of burgundy, bitch," she whispered to the empty air, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. Before the glass could even begin its descent toward the delicate lace, I stepped out from the dim alcove near the wardrobe, my voice cutting through the quiet like a razor blade. "Try it, Maya, and let's see how well orange jumpsuit chic matches your complexion." She froze, the decanter trembling violently in her grip as the blood drained entirely from her face, leaving her looking like a ghost caught in broad daylight. The sheer terror in her wide, unblinking eyes was the sweetest preview of the devastation about to unfold.
Before she could recover her voice, the heavy double doors of my suite flew open with a deafening bang, revealing not just hotel security, but federal digital investigators and my fiancé, Julian, his face carved from absolute thunder. "Drop the bottle, Maya," Julian’s voice cracked like a whip through the room, vibrating with a cold, terrifying fury that made every single one of her co-conspirators stumble backward in sheer panic. Maya dropped the decanter, shattering it against the reinforced floor, her voice cracking into hysterical stutters as she pointed a shaking finger at me. "She set us up! It’s a trap, Julian, she’s crazy!" But her desperate lies evaporated instantly into the sterile air as my cousin stepped forward, plugging a sleek master drive into the suite’s entertainment hub, instantly broadcasting every single recorded word of their vile conspiracy onto the massive wall-mounted screen for everyone to witness.
The ensuing confrontation was a masterclass in absolute ruin, a chaotic storm of screeching denials, weeping pleas, and shattered alibis that crumbled under the weight of irrefutable evidence. Maya lunged forward in a desperate, feral attempt to rip the console cords out of the wall, but security officers intercepted her mid-air, pinning her arms behind her back with cold, professional efficiency as she shrieked obscenities that echoed down the hotel hallway. Her accomplices slumped against the walls, broken and defeated, realizing too late that the woman they tried to destroy was three steps ahead of them the entire time. Handcuffs clicked in rapid succession, a metallic symphony of justice that washed away every lingering shadow of doubt in my mind. As the guards hauled them away in weeping disgrace, the suffocating pressure in my chest finally dissipated, replaced by a profound, breathtaking lightness.
The heavy double doors clicked shut once more, sealing out the chaos and leaving behind an absolute, peaceful silence. Julian crossed the room in two long strides, dropping to his knees before me with tears shimmering in his eyes, his hands trembling as he reached out to cup my face. "I am so endlessly sorry you had to carry the weight of their poison alone," he whispered, his voice thick with a raw, fierce devotion that completely disarmed every defensive wall I had ever built. The scent of fresh white roses filled the space between us as he pulled me into an embrace so steady and secure that every fragment of my past hurt dissolved into nothingness. We didn't just survive their treachery; we used their malice to burn away the fake connections and forge an unbreakable sanctuary built entirely on truth.
Twelve hours later, the morning sun broke over the horizon in a blaze of golden light, illuminating the pristine, crystal-embellished gown hanging untouched and flawless against the dressing room door. As I stepped out onto the flower-strewn terrace on Julian’s arm, wrapped in a love so fierce and absolute that no amount of envy could ever penetrate it, I realized that true strength isn't about avoiding betrayal—it's about standing tall in the ashes of what tried to break you and blooming into your greatest victory.
