Back Door Government Health Care
‘Puter’s been reading a lot of the commentary on President Obama’s address to the joint session of Congress last night. Here’s one item that ‘Puter thinks has gotten short shrift.
President Obama declared that in his preferred health care reform scheme, “[insurance companies] will no longer be able to place some arbitrary cap on the amount of coverage you can receive in a given year or a lifetime.”
Oh. So insurance companies have to cover all possible valid claims, regardless of amount. Hmmmm. Let’s think this through. Insurance companies will be responsible to set premiums sufficient to compensate them for taking on limitless risk. Limitless risk assumption x mandated coverage = infinite premiums for Americans.
No insurance company can survive President Obama’s mandate because either (1) they set premiums so high customers can’t pay at all or (2) they set premiums at a level that people can pay, but which leaves the companies unable to pay claims. Which leaves Americans where, exactly?
With the government as the sole remaining provide of health insurance, right where President Obama and our Democrat Congress wants us.
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.