Friday, January 04, 2008
I hate politics.
I'm glad I can still read most of the Arabic on the American University in Cairo web site. Reading Arabic is one of those mad skillz I'd hate to lose. I really should keep studying it.
Last night on the way to my office to pick up my car, Dan and I listened to a senator and presidential candidate blab on and on about all kinds of sad people who don't have access to health care. He said "Why?" a lot, but it was more like "Waaa?" So I made fun of him by saying, "People are sick and can't go to the doctor. Waa, waa! (Call the waaaaambulance.)"
Universal health care is just not something I can get behind. Surviving costs money, and if there's no money and no assistance, you're dead. It is not our country's job to make sure everyone is healthy. That's completely impractical. Doctors need money, and I'm all for them making lots of money. There's no way they can make money if they have to do everything for free.
And I know I don't have a lot of knowledge in this area as far as where, exactly, money will come from and how, exactly, this crazy plan will work, but it's dumb. And here's the harsher reality: we don't want everyone to live a long time. Some people have to die. There's not enough room for everyone to keep living. That's life.
So let's say we do implement this free health care stuff. Then what? After it becomes normal, are we going to start whining about all the poor kids in Africa with a cleft palate? "Whaaa? Whaaa?" Here's why: they don't have doctors! And we can't just fix the whole world! Deal with it!
And I'm not even going into how sucky this country is at preventative medicine. Maybe there wouldn't be so many people getting sick and dying and mooching off the system if the government weren't appeasing the lobbyists who are protecting the manufacturers who use partially hydrogenated oils (an actual poison) for no good reason and then, when people get mad, switch to interesterified oils (that means fully hydrogenated--clearly worse than being partially hydrogenated) and think they can slip that right on by.
In lighter news: I found out my grandmother is still a Canadian citizen! I'm looking into what that means for me, then I'm outta here.
Edit: It means nothing for me. I have to go through the long process just like everyone else. So we'd have to move to Canada for three years and try to survive, then hope they accept us. Darn.