With flu season upon us, it's been comforting knowing that my GP is right downstairs, ready to see me at a moment's notice; that my gynecologist is on call even on the weekend, answering my anxious emails about my little soybean and kissing me on both cheeks when she sees me; that across the street my pharmacist will greet me with kind, concerned eyes when I need to fill a prescription and ask me if I'd like a cup of coffee.Oh, yeah, socialized health care is a bitch.
Universal coverage? What a drag. I mean, don't we have the right to stay sick if we want to?
If only Americans could see that the widespread epidemic that threatens us most is not borne of swine. It's our inane fear about having our so-called God-given rights taken away.
Somehow I don't think Jesus would have seen the liberty in people dying for lack of medical care.
Olivier Martinez and Juliete Binoche as Angelo Pardi and Pauline de Théus [Online image] 1995.
