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I don't get it.

Really, I don't.

I've been to the States and I didn't get it then. I've been reading up on the subject because the Interwebs are busting with the "health care" discussion.

My country has socialised medicine, we get the choice of four different HMO's, they compete with each other and have supervision and controlling rights over different hospitals.
There is a Health Basket that includes various kinds of medications that would have been unattainable for many people, but through prescription you can get your Insulin, your Xanax, your (practically) whatever you need for an affordable price.

We pay for this service along as well as for national security (so that in case we are unable to work we will still be able to afford health care) through our pay cheques or certificates if one is an independent.

Is it perfect? Hell, no. Most of the time, it is more aggravating than not.

However, this year due to an actual medical necessity I saw the health care system work and we actually got money back after the treatments my mother had to go through were done.

I understand that this sounds like luxury for some and it is. In Third World counties (not all) and in the United States.

That's really fucked up.

Also? Crazy Americans comparing Universal Healthcare to Nazi Policy, WHAT?!

Barney Frank says it better than me (via [livejournal.com profile] mizzpyx)


I mock.

That's what I have to say about this really, really redundant debate (it's a debate!!!).

Date: 2009-08-19 08:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shelestel.livejournal.com
My impression is that they are trolling each other quite nicely, by (implied) mutual consent. Prime Directive applies.

Date: 2009-08-19 08:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kynn.livejournal.com
Er? I don't get it -- how do you think he was trolling her?

Date: 2009-08-19 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shelestel.livejournal.com
Wherever there is flame there is narcissism of small differences.

Date: 2009-08-19 09:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kynn.livejournal.com
...wtf?

Are you high?

Date: 2009-08-19 09:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eumelia.livejournal.com
Let it go.

He's trolling.

Disengage.

Date: 2009-08-19 09:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kynn.livejournal.com
Ok!

I just went by somewhere named Picacho Peak.

PIKA PIKA

PikaCHUUUUU!

Date: 2009-08-19 10:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shelestel.livejournal.com
There once lived three flies. They spent their days on a large pile of manure by the road. One day, as they were enjoying their daily meal, a butterfly fly by. "Who is this mysterious beautiful creature?" thought the smallest of the flies. So great was its fascination that it decided to follow the butterfly. It saw how it hopped from flower to flower, flapping its colourful shining wings and drinking delicious nectar. "How beautiful is this", thought the fly, tears standing in its eyes, as it remembered the manure pile with disgust. "From now on, I shall be like the butterfly", it resolved. The sun was setting, and the little fly hid under a leaf and dreamed of sunny meadows. When it woke up in the morning it flew into the field where the wild flowers grew. It sat on a bright blue flower and submerged its head into its juicy heart. But the little fly soon discovered that its proboscis was too short to suck out any nectar. It then tried a red flower, and then a yellow one, but the nectar was hidden too deep inside each one of them. The fly looked at the butterflies flying around with a mix of adoration and envy. It felt quite lost. As the sun was beginning to set and its empty stomach growled, the fly returned disappointed to the heap of manure where the other two flies spent, as always, their day. Unable to resist the fangs of hunger any longer, it sank its mouth into the pile with anger and disgust. "You are all ugly shit eaters!" he shouted, chewing. "You sit here all day, day after day, and know nothing better. You disgust me", he swallowed another mouthful.

Days rolled by, and the three flies were spending their days on the old pile of manure just like before. Only that every now and then, if a butterfly would fly by, or when the sunset was particularly beautiful, the little fly would grow very irritated and grumpy and grunt at the other two.

Date: 2009-08-19 10:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shelestel.livejournal.com
Thank you for the inspiration :P

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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