Bend over--spread those cheeks. Here come the boomers

I seen the future everybody, and it’s more expensive than any of us imagined. The occasion was a Health Care “workshop.” The setting was an abandoned gambling floor in Gardena. At least twenty round tables, each surrounded by a full compliment of overweight fifty and sixty something women intermixed with a man or two of the same age. There were a few thirty something men and women too, they were all sloppy and slightly overweight. There were a couple of strolling “moderators” who were careful to insure that only relevant material was “discussed.” Not to fear, this was not a Health Care Workshop, this was a “how much can we squeeze out of the system” workshop. I focused on a single table. A fat fifty something lady announced she’d had a heart attack while in Ireland and she was taken to the hospital and received total care for free. The Irish people picked up the tab for a fat woman sure to get a heart attack anyway who had never contributed a dime into the system. Everyone at the table was thrilled. The table was insisting coverage be given for high blood pressure, blood clots in their fat legs, help in breathing and so on. Oh, and mental health. All agreed that schizophrenia, depression, and bi-polar conditions be covered too. Nobody cared about cost or cost containment. “We have to keep the insurance companies out,” was the conclusion of all at the table. “And we can’t have profits.” The wandering controllers helped them reach conclusions that were predetermined by a Democratic Front Group calling itself the Health Care Coalition, a group conducting “workshops” all over the state. These people demanded that no pre-conditions apply to coverage—two had been denied because they were too fat---and that there be no way to exclude people. The “vote” was unanimous.

It’s coming and we cannot stop it. Get ready.