In the United States, government-assisted health care for all ages has been centuries in the making. In a mystifying act of governance, our forefathers deemed it important to insure free education for their citizens, but not medical care. Excuse me sires, but if one is sick, injured or severely disabled, one can't go to school. Or work. Or take care of the ones in the beginning and the others at the end.
didn't anyone figure this out when our government was cobbled together?
Maybe G. Washington, T. Jefferson, J. Adams and other power brokers
had a terrible fear of leeches, bloodletting, or hack saws, thus
avoiding the subject by the sin of omission.
that we have anesthesia and antibiotics, it would have been logical for
a smart Congressman or woman to vote for free universal health care, at
least by the end of the 19th or 20th century. As it stands now,
Obamacare resembles a Lego construction executed by a spatially
challenged five year old, or 64 year old for that matter. Because...
insurance conglomerates such as Blue Shield are hell bent on keeping
their huge profits, despite the newly passed universal health care bill.
In California, state-of the-art hospitals will be considered "out of
network," and only a small roster of doctors will be considered "in
network" and be reimbursed at reduced fees.
right-wing, a.k.a. the highjacked moderate Republican Party fears that
government-funded healthcare would make us a socialist country, and we
all know that God is anti-socialist and for sure a virulent
anti-communist. So while neo-Nero's fiddle as southern states burn and
northern states freeze, we better look into grandma's herbal remedy book
and grow herbs in pots, or start a leech farm. And moonshiners, don't
forget your craft, cause when doc gets out the hacksaw, we're gonna need
some powerful brew to ignore the sound of grinding bones.
this sounds medieval, so is the thinking of big business and the
congresspeople whose offices they have bought. An enlightened society
takes care of the basic needs of its citizens while granting individuals
the freedom to acquire "more," should "more" be desired as the fruits
of their labor.
Call me a
hopeless dreamer. Often I do feel hopeless. But dreams are born of
imagination and new worlds unfold at the behest of our invisible wild
side. So as mankind gallops across the centuries, may the good dreams
manifest on earth and may the nightmares vanish with the light of dawn.
That is the prayer for today.
For many years my life was a bubbling brook, chortling along as it passed tall pines, grass meadows, and thickly wooded forests of cedar. I...
Today is Friday, a time when the workaday world feels the gravitational pull of the weekend. A shaft of light filters through a crack in th...
I slouch in a hard leather seat at a gate in LAX, bound for the Pacific Northwest to visit friends - something my husband and I did togeth...
All things have a beginning and an end, which is why mans' classic search for immortality seems like a fruitless, irrational pursuit. P...