Health Care Is Not A Right
‘Puter will say it again: health care is not a right. This must be the starting point for conservatives in discussing health care. It explains the difference between liberal and conservatives on President Obama’s “Government Knows What’s Best For You” Health Care Fiasco.
Individuals have no “right” to force doctors and other medical personnel to provide them treatment. Nor do individuals have any “right” to force their neighbors to pay for their treatment. Our current health insurance system is based on this notion. That is, insurance companies are voluntary associations of individuals banding together (in theory) to limit the individual’s risk of incurring catastrophic health expenses. Our current model leaves you as the decision maker as to the level of health care you will receive.
President Obama and the liberals believe that Americans must unwillingly submit to government mandated health plans that will determine where, when and how much care you will get in order that all will receive their “rightful” portion. This must of necessity lead to rationing of treatment; there is no other way to meaningfully cut costs.
Congress, lobbyists and the White House can propose and defend their various reform prescriptions. However, until their underlying assumptions are stated and debated, their blather is meaningless.
Is health care a communal right or an individual choice? How we as a nation answer the question will dictate the outcome of the debate.
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.