The "Right" of Universal Health Care
Just sitting here ... pondering the Left's assertion that people have the "right" to universal health care. You know what bugs me about that assertion? It is that this "right" implicitly defines my obligation to pay for someone else's health and lifestyle choices.
Let's say that you are the average White Trash Democrat voter living in some trailer in ... pick a state .. Rhode Island. You vote Democrat 'cause you know that Republicans would have your ass off of welfare and hunting a job tomorrow, benefits to be cut off as soon as possible ... you know, Republicans might force you to be responsible for yourself. So in your Democratic White Trash squalor, you make life decisions: Cheetohs or Doritos? A gallon or two of high fructose corn syrup soda to wash them down ... then to watch Oprah or wrestling? And you are 350 pounds and can only buy clothes at Walmart (which is the only purveyor of quad-X clothing in short sizes), and show signs of type 2 diabetes.
So you able on down to Oba-hospital for some Pelosi-care: the whole shooting match to get you feeling a might better 'cause you get these shooting pains.
Who pays?
Well, certainly it won't be Cheetoh-kid. It will be you and me. WE will be paying for the decisions made by people we don't know, can't elect or throw out of office, can't influence and can't stop. In effect, Cheetoh-kid might as well be taking money directly out of my pocket to support his obesity and indolence.
And so it goes ... Mr. Guatemala who crawled under the wire bringing his wife and ten kids, Mr. Drug dealer who sells drugs that lead to overdoses and hepatitis, Ms. Have Eight Kids to maximize social benefits. These are decisions made by others affecting health care for which we will have to pay. It is so clearly NOT about helping to pay only for illnesses that are beyond the control of the individual stricken. It is a subsidy for the criminal, the indolent, the ignorant ... voters all likely to vote Democrat. And that, my friends, is a crime.
You know, Ms. Obese Stouffer's eater? I don't think that I should pay a dime for your "mobility scooter." Your Lipitor. Your home-assistance because you can't physically roll into the tub and then get back out again. Not a dime. You are not crippled, you are fat because you eat too much. You are unemployed because there is virtually no job for which you are suited -- barring a phone solicitation gig which does not require you to move.
Think I am kidding? Try going to Walmart at 11pm ANY night of the week at ANY location in the US of A (though Pittsburgh at that time was an eye-opener when we had to get some underwear because the airlines had lost ours -- more yards of flesh squeezed into polyester than is decent to relate). Reality is stranger than fiction. And in 100 years people will wonder what the hell we were thinking.
Let's say that you are the average White Trash Democrat voter living in some trailer in ... pick a state .. Rhode Island. You vote Democrat 'cause you know that Republicans would have your ass off of welfare and hunting a job tomorrow, benefits to be cut off as soon as possible ... you know, Republicans might force you to be responsible for yourself. So in your Democratic White Trash squalor, you make life decisions: Cheetohs or Doritos? A gallon or two of high fructose corn syrup soda to wash them down ... then to watch Oprah or wrestling? And you are 350 pounds and can only buy clothes at Walmart (which is the only purveyor of quad-X clothing in short sizes), and show signs of type 2 diabetes.
So you able on down to Oba-hospital for some Pelosi-care: the whole shooting match to get you feeling a might better 'cause you get these shooting pains.
Who pays?
Well, certainly it won't be Cheetoh-kid. It will be you and me. WE will be paying for the decisions made by people we don't know, can't elect or throw out of office, can't influence and can't stop. In effect, Cheetoh-kid might as well be taking money directly out of my pocket to support his obesity and indolence.
And so it goes ... Mr. Guatemala who crawled under the wire bringing his wife and ten kids, Mr. Drug dealer who sells drugs that lead to overdoses and hepatitis, Ms. Have Eight Kids to maximize social benefits. These are decisions made by others affecting health care for which we will have to pay. It is so clearly NOT about helping to pay only for illnesses that are beyond the control of the individual stricken. It is a subsidy for the criminal, the indolent, the ignorant ... voters all likely to vote Democrat. And that, my friends, is a crime.
You know, Ms. Obese Stouffer's eater? I don't think that I should pay a dime for your "mobility scooter." Your Lipitor. Your home-assistance because you can't physically roll into the tub and then get back out again. Not a dime. You are not crippled, you are fat because you eat too much. You are unemployed because there is virtually no job for which you are suited -- barring a phone solicitation gig which does not require you to move.
Think I am kidding? Try going to Walmart at 11pm ANY night of the week at ANY location in the US of A (though Pittsburgh at that time was an eye-opener when we had to get some underwear because the airlines had lost ours -- more yards of flesh squeezed into polyester than is decent to relate). Reality is stranger than fiction. And in 100 years people will wonder what the hell we were thinking.
posted by Zaphod at Thursday, October 29, 2009
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