I have a typical HMO plan that costs my employer somewhere between $280 and $320 per month. If I suffer abdominal pain that isn’t too severe, I can call my primary care physician and schedule an appointment. As a rule, I have never waited less than one week to get into see him and, by that time, the symptoms which plagued me have usually already passed. Then, when finally I do get to see this doctor and he refers me to the next level of ‘care’, I must again wait another week for the next appointment! So now, I have gone two weeks longer without having my condition treated and, in case you didn’t notice, I had co-pays along the way as well. Welcome to American Health Care! Hardly the fast and efficient service the privateers say they perform.
This reminds me of a joke my father, having spent his childhood in the
A group of western dignitaries were in the
Soviet Unionand wanted to visit one of the local schools as a gesture of good will and international friendship. The commissar headmaster was notified by the political office, and together they prepared a carefully scripted question and answer session to be asked by the visitors and answered by the children. Each child was coached to respond in the most positive and enthusiastic manner.
On visiting day, the children were lined up in the gymnasium in perfect Soviet order, wearing neat school uniforms, and standing at military-like attention.
The first child was asked “Do you like your teachers?”
Soviet Unionhas nicest teachers!”
The next child was asked “Does the school serve good food!”
Soviet Unionserves the best food!”
Another child was queried “Do you have time for recreation?”
Soviet Unionis best place for lots of playtime!”
This assembly went on for some time with each subsequent response being pretty much the same as the previous one. The
Soviet Unionwas obviously the greatest place on Earth.
Just then, as they were about to end the program, the leading dignitary heard a little boy in the back of the gym start to cry. The visitor walked down the row of students and asked “What is the matter? Why are you crying?” The little boy looks up, wipes his runny nose and says “I want to go to the