During a recent discussion with Biff, a pro-ObamaCare friend, I suggested that in a health care market untouched by the government, one’s health insurance and employment would most likely not be inter-twined; they’d be completely separate matters. I asked, Does your neighbor lose his auto insurance if he loses his job?
Biff said, “Huh” so I continued the quiz: Do you know the history of employees’ buying health insurance from/thru their employer? Answer: Government wage controls in WWII made health insurance the coin of the realm for recruiters. (Google WWII Health Care Insurance – caps optional.) How’s that government intervention in the market place working for ya, huh?
Then,as is typical in such a discussion, Biff criticizes and mocks our free-market health care system, as though that’s the only model we’ve ever had. Unfortunately, I aver, that hasn’t been the case for decades. Nonetheless, Biff suggests that the current system is an abysmal failure. I reply, ‘not the most abysmal, but in the top 10 Most Abysmal.’ He continues by saying that nothing short of a government take-over (but he denies he’d ever propose a government take-over) will solve the problems that the market has caused. (. . . . . . [that's a pause] NOT.)
It’s damn near impossible to defeat that illogical logic. So I continue channelling Socrates. I ask another question or a few.
Do you, Biff, really believe that Republicans are so daft and evil that they want their fellow citizens to die of preventable disease? Do you honestly think that the Republicans and their financial supporters want to dominate a sea of poor men and women on their way to being dead bodies? Don’t you suspect they’ll ask ‘who will scrub the bottom of the yacht?’ before they let it all go to shit?
Really? Please, get a grip, Biff; and a real name, please.
If you think that it is true that Republicans, if you think that I. have a death wish for my fellow man, then you’re an irresponsible and immoral person for not killing me, on the spot, with a bullet shot squarely between my pensive brown eyes (well, yeah, if only I’d let you borrow my Charlton Heston autographed gun).
Then, after my gun is removed from Biff’s trembling hand, I ask: Biff and Barack, since neither of you really think such a bad thing about me or any of your Republican friends, please stop saying that you do. It’s irresponsible to fuel that kind of vitriol [Biff hates it when I use that word without a reference to Glenn Beck or Sarah Palin]. Please find something about government’s role in the delivery of health care that is interesting, productive or original and that does not impugn my love of sick people.
Or, be quiet and let the adults take care of making the laws.