Since writing this post some days ago about Spinning Liz, aka the former grannyvibe, I have come to rethink my position on health insurance rather dramatically. Well, no, specifically since reading John Derbyshire on the subject. As noted by the fine J. Swift, he did say, did Derbyshire,
"Quality health care for all is not possible."
Nor, I now realize, should it be. Particularly for "male homosexuals" or illegal immigrants. (especially since Mr. Derbyshire, once technically illegal in this great country himself, no longer numbers himself among them).
So it is with some bewilderment and disappointment that I read, again via the fine Mr. Swift, that Mr. Derbyshire would appear to be changing his tune somewhat:
My health insurer has just notified me, in a brief form letter, that my monthly premiums are to rise from $472.33 to $857.00 on January 1st. That's an increase of 81 percent. ***E*I*G*H*T*Y*-*O*N*E* *P*E*R*C*E*N*T*** Can they do that? I called them. They sound pretty confident they can. Ye gods!
...Anyone who says right now that our entire health-care financing system is nuts to the fourth power, won't be getting any argument from me.
But, Mr. Swift figures that the man is suffering horribly from sticker shock and thus deserves our compassion. Even, dare we say, perhaps, some charity?
Personally, I'm afraid I can't spare any funds for Mr. Derbyshire this season, as I need to spend them all on, well, Me. but, I have some leftover big wheels of cheese. I could send them his way (postage due), if he doesn't think the cholesterol might raise his premiums further. I suppose he could always just look at them; they send the message,
Dear John, even though you may be feeling down and out and possibly dying with no way to pay for the treatment one fine day, here is a reminder that you are still a Big Wheel.
and that will make him feel better about his status as an Alpha Critter; and really, what else matters?