This thread is done, really. You offer cites, they’re ignored. You offer facts, no one cares. It’s all about Guin now. I think that proves that Crafter_Man and Carol Stream have officially thrown in the towel on the UHC discussion. Sorry, guys, you lose.
Here’s a quick quiz, one question only, that might help you answer your question all by yourself.
Say you have to take medicine that costs money. And say you have an income that can, if necessary, cover the cost of those meds. And say you have a chance to get, as part of an employment package, medical insurance that would cover the cost of those meds.
Which option would you chose, if you had a say in the matter:
a) Continue to pay the expenses out of your own pocket.
b) Have the expenses covered by medical insurance.
Is it really that difficult for you to grasp that, while her parents might be able to pay for her meds if they have to, their lives would be easier if said expenses were taken care of by insurance instead?
I am saying this once, and then that’s it. I’m not ashamed, just sick of repeating myself. AFTER I got out of the hospital (blacking out on the bus, etc), I was eligible for Medicaid – but apparently that was only until my bills were paid off. When I re-applied, I was denied. So no, I’m NOT on Medicaid now. And THAT was, god, over two years ago. (I can’t remember the exact date).
Okay?
That’s it. sigh
Now then, about UHC – what about Medicare? Why are we able to take care of the elderly…but no one else?
Agree. But she claims she wants a job. If her parents are currently paying for her meds, and she is capable of working, what’s stopping her from getting a job at McDonald’s? At least it’s work.
No. It’s really not enough. Yer getting off easy. You (and me, and everyone else) should really be getting taxed considerably more. You know, like the civilized countries do.
But you don’t do civilized, do you?
And you know what? I fucking HATE paying taxes. It hurts my wallet to see how much cash comes out of my paycheck. It makes me sad that I could be spending that money on some useless plastic crap that I don’t need (that’s manufactured in China by peasants so that some rich, America-Hating, trust-fund panty-sniffer in some gated suburb can send his clueless daughter to some horsey-school) instead of handing it over to the government (at gunpoint, of course) to spend on Medicaid or Social Security or some other feel-good, dirty hippie shit. And, if I had to pay a proper amount of tax it would hurt even more.
… I fucking hate to go to the dentist too, but I am a grown-up with fully functioning smart-parts and I do what I need to do to keep the calendar pages falling.
I sure wish I could keep every dollar that I have to pay to the government. I wish I owned a pussy factory, too. I wish the knuckle-draggers were all confined to some shitty suburb in Illinois with a big razor-wire fence around it, and all of their guards were black. And they weren’t allowed to vote or pollute the interwebs with their pathetic squeals for help.
Maybe when Jesus comes back he’ll clean up those fucks. But I ain’t holding my breath on that one.
You know the answer to that. She has no desire to work. She doesn’t have to. She can sit on her lazy ass all day long, snarking on people and judging people from the comfort of her parent’s home. She’s someone managed to convince a bunch of people here that that’s okay, mostly because they all loathe Carol and they want to believe her bullshit.
Have you read a fucking newspaper in the last twelve months?
I don’t know exactly how things are where she lives, but here in southern California, even McJobs are almost impossible to come by right now. Garden variety retail positions paying minimum wage are attracting hundreds of applicants, and folks are still getting laid off or having their hours cut as employers trim staff to ride out the crisis. I know a few people who have lost their jobs in the past six months, and despite applying for literally everything they might qualify for, have still been unable to find work.
There are times when almost anyone who really wants a job can get one; this is not one of those times.