Remind Me Again
Why we want to transfer health care to the government?
John Steele Gordon, blogging on Commentary online, noting this editorial from the New York Times, has this to say about Medicare. They’re both correct.
The NYT is correct that Medicare is a horrible bureaucracy that wastes money because they have zero incentive to do otherwise, and then covers up its malfeasance/nonfeasance when called to account.
Mr. Gordon is even correct-er when he follows the NYT‘s position to its logical conclusion. Namely, given that the government has shown itself incapable of running an efficient health care program for those over 65, why should we expect that the government is capable of running health care for everyone? Take that, Democrats!
Next time a scrungy Obamanik tries to convince you that government run healthcare is good for what ails you, ask him this question. Name one thing the government can do better than private industry. Be prepared for a deafening silence.
Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.
’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.
The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.
His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.
He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.
Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.
‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.