If there was a plot, he’s lost it. If there was a point, few can remember it. If he had a big idea, he shrank it. If there’s a moral compass powerful enough to guide such contradictions to more consistent waters, it is in urgent need of being reset.
Call me wacky, but I suspect the only plot possessed by Obama was to “fundamentally transform America.” He’s been doing an admirable job of same.
And yet, as I have out-pointed numerous times, Mr Obama is insufficiently left for the Left.
Still and all, I tend to find this rather amusing.
WASHINGTON (CBSDC) – According to a recent study, severely injured patients are less likely to be transferred to a trauma center if they have health insurance.
Researchers from the Stanford University of Medicine found that patients with insurance are less likely to get the best care than those who do not have insurance. They found that insured patients taken to non-trauma hospitals were 13 to 15 percent less likely to be transferred to trauma centers than uninsured ones.
“Insured patients may, ironically, get worse outcomes because they are taken care of at a center where there’s a lower volume of resource for critically injured patients,” Dr. M. Kit Delgado, a former Stanford emergency medicine instructor, and the study’s lead author said in a press release obtained by HealthDay News.
So there you go.
Your wonderful Free Cheese at work, along with your hard-earned American Taxpayer dollars. Screw ya for having the temerity to possess any kind of health insurance.
Wait, there goes another Illegal Mexican to a local trauma center! Aren’t you pleased?
My honey and I are away for the Valentine’s Day weekend, hieing about hither and yon into nondisclosed locales. Back to work as per normal on Monday, ready to excoriate Leftists from all angles. Cheers!
The annual State of the Union pageant is a hideous, dispiriting, ugly, monotonous, un-American, un-republican, anti-democratic, dreary, backward, monarchical, retch-inducing, depressing, shameful, crypto-imperial display of official self-aggrandizement and piteous toadying, a black Mass during which every unholy order of teacup totalitarian and cringing courtier gathers under the towering dome of a faux-Roman temple to listen to a speech with no content given by a man with no content, to rise and to be seated as is called for by the order of worship — it is a wonder they have not started genuflecting — with one wretched representative of their number squirreled away in some well-upholstered Washington hidey-hole in order to preserve the illusion that those gathered constitute a special class of humanity without whom we could not live.
It’s the most nauseating display in American public life — and I write that as someone who has just returned from a pornographers’ convention.
It’s worse than the Oscars.
Many times worse, I’d posit. Because it’s not about a number of so-called “artistes,” but about ONE MAN.