Ramirez is on-point today, as always.
If you've been following the Left's narrative this week you get his point.
I went to see my dentist yesterday for what I thought was going to be a normal, routine root canal procedure. I left shell-shocked. It seems like the tooth in question can't be saved and the long pole in this particular tent is that the tooth is also one of the anchor points for a three-tooth bridge that constitutes my lower front teeth. Oh, and the other anchor point ain't long for this world, either, which makes for a total of five teeth that gotta go. But wait... as they say on teevee... there's more. I've known for some time that one of my upper front teeth is also in a bad way and its time is drawing near as well.
The good doctor laid out my options for me yesterday and I agreed to four new implants and a new bridge. After sleeping on it... or rather tossing and turning because of it... I'm having second thoughts. It's the expense, Gentle Reader, like $21,500.00 Yankee Dollars, and that's one whole helluva lot o' money... I don't care who you are.
So. We placed a call to our dentist this morning to find out what my other option... a partial plate, which is much less desirable but prolly much cheaper... would cost. I prolly won't know until this coming Monday as the good doctor is out until then.