Showing posts with label joys of socialized medicine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joys of socialized medicine. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Paying with time instead of money

The average wait to see a new family doctor in this country is just under three weeks. But in Boston, Mass.—which enacted a law under Gov. Mitt Romney that established near-universal coverage—the wait is about two months. This sucks, big time. And it's gonna get worse, fer sure.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Planet Pepe's "Intellectuals" Eager for the Era of Death

"Thus has it been written, Thus shall it be done", from "Travels with Charly down his River"
....................................................... "Many medical professionals are uncomfortable with the idea of physicians playing an active role in ending patients' lives,1 and the American Medical Association (AMA) and various state medical groups oppose legalization. This position is not an insurmountable barrier, however; we propose a system that would remove the physician from direct involvement in the process." No shit, Dr. Lehmann. No Hypocratic Oath to contend with, eh? You twisted murder minded fuck.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Socialism defined for us rubes

Any healthcare funding plan that is just equitable civilized and humane must, must redistribute wealth from the richer among us to the poorer and less fortunate. Excellent health care is by definition redistributional.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Socialism is killing medical instrumentation

Charly, in standard pinko mode, keeps blabbering about "healthcare" (by which he evidently means health insurance, though he doesn't know it). In the meantime, the socialistic policies aimed at nationalizing the health insurance industry (and, ultimately, the health care industry itself), are driving into the ground the industries that produce the tools for delivering health care. And destroying jobs in the process. Shocka!

Tuesday, October 04, 2011

Mr Rot starts a new web site

.. while Mr Crease-of-his-pants makes the un-Rot case. OK, this is faint praise, but hey, what do you want? Churchill in 1940? You ain't gonna get it, man.