From the State of the Union address:
In all we do, we must remember that the best health care decisions are made not by government and insurance companies, but by patients and their doctors. (Applause.)
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The guy is such a moron. I cannot keep the TV on. As soon as Bush opens his mouth I start trembling with fear as I realize just how powerful this bufoon is; while he is there, a more visionary and witty person could be there isntead. You know, like Humphrey Bear.
I am glad I am not a woman (for many reasons). If I had to listen to men in power (or any man for that matter) dissing me for making choices about who/what is allowed into my vagina, uterus, and other nether regions, I would go crazy.
Oh, and a heads-up to Bush. Even in a totally socialized medical system, it still doctors who make the decisions (and patients). Does Bush really think that Congresspersons would be on the phone 24/7 yaying and naying medical procedures if he passed a universal health care coverage program?
Health-care coverage is such a political touchstone in the US (recall the political failure of Hillary Clinton’s proposals in the early 90s?) that Bush was probably just affirming that his preferred approach was not some “socialized” (in US-speak) health-care coverage system. Note that some US states have been extending health-care coverage to a greater proportion of their population – Arnie wants to in California see here and Massachusetts has also apparently extended health-care coverage.
In this article, Obama Barack calls for universal health care within 6 years.
Sorry, I just wrote a comment containing an evil 3 links, which is of course more than the magic number of 2 links. Thus my comment’s in moderation!
The best health care comes from plumbers.
Ah Jack
The best health care comes from plumbers. Wit? Or should we take you literally? Knowing your evident place on the food chain your family probably avails itself of a ‘plumber’ come birthing time. How many in a Strocchi litter: sixteen, seventeen?
Nietszche? I remember him. He was the one who never figured out how to trim his moustache yes? What that’s to do with me I shouldn’t wonder. I’ve been trying to download your site but it’s dysfunctional. True self-expression perhaps?
As for your comments re. Hungary/China my parents and that faction of ancient Greek philosophy which now escapes me.
Hungary are Huns: hence HUNgary. I’m not Hungarian, I was born in Shanghai and my parents were ambushed somewhere in central Asia. I presume they’re dead. If they’d ever laid a hand on me as you suggest they certainly would be. I was brought up in Hungary by a family name of Bathory.
The only thing remotely Greek about me is my name which is derived from an ancient enemy of the Myceneans. I like the name and you people are terrible at remembering Asian names and can’t wrap your little heads around the idea that the Family name comes first. Hence such phonetic ugliness as Ziyi Zhang.
It’s like calling someone Macpherson Peter: IT DOESN’T SOUND RIGHT!
Sure Australia has blood in its history and yes I’m familiar with it. I’ve read it entirely (I had a half-hour to kill one Sunday afternoon). Pity there wasn’t a Jerry Lewis movie on. Blood? When you cut your finger Jack there’s blood no? What colour is it? But I was talking about BLOOD. BLOOD!!!!. And that is sadly lacking in the suburban bus timetable that you persist in calling history.
My point re. elites which you persist in failing to comprehend poor flea is that the truly elite would be so whatever the socioeconomic status. Take Rupert Murdoch, strip him of his wealth and status, stick him in the street. What do you get?
A bum. (Could be a new friend Jack, don’t forget the Fruity Lexia).
The truly elite are that they are, on the street or in the mansion. It is all one to us. Do you get it?
Of course you don’t.
Isn’t this cute?
Jack’s got a new friend. And she’s angry. Incoherently angry. INCOHERENTLY ANGRY!!!!
Real sorry “reading our history” didn’t satisfy your blood [BLOOD!!!!] lust, Cassie. Have yourself a Bex* and a cuppa and a good lie down, eh pet?
*extra-strong Elite formula, naturally. For the huge brain on the go!
I reckon Jack’s up to it, but.
(I’d be disappointed to be proven wrong.)
Dunno Katz, since Fyodor went on the fritz there’s been little by way of training for the Strocchster. Might not be “match fit”?
Anyway, I look forward to the heights of nutjobbery being scaled once more. Only this time, Jack’s being led up them, rather than the usual goading from below. Fascinating stuff, goofballs.
“Wets! Dries! Declines! Ancestors! Grand sweep of history!”
“BLOOD!!!! A fake identity! Foaming at the mouth!”
Ah new playmates
Sadly not much quality though. Old Jack’s pretty limited but you people aren’t much better. Would you, FMB, kindly demonstrate my incoherance? Exactly where have I failed to cohere?
My views might be unpalitable but my prose ranks far above the inexpressive sputterings rendered via the Demetia Victim’ s cluttered closet that you might laughingly refer to as thought.
Angry?
Perhaps you’d be forgiven for thinking so FMB after all your powers of deductive reasoning being limited and somewhat comparable to a animal that has trouble sensing food two inches in front of its nose. Assurances however, I rarely get angry. Finally how does one sate bloodlust by reading? Reading merely whets the appetite. Bloodlust is slaked by blood. Fool.
And I am not your pet. Quite the reverse really.
But enough. Where is Jack. After all he is so much fun.
You’ve got a point there FDB. The Strocchmeister is more experienced against sparring partners who lead with the Left. Now he’s facing a genuine southpaw.
It’s gunna be tough for him to lead with his usual “I’m drier than you” gambit. He leaves himself open to the “Drier than Genghis Khan???” knock-out blow. Potentially bout-ending.
On the other hand, Jack has his well-rehearsed neologistic schtick. CW claims to speak at least four languages.
I doubt that Strocchese is one of them.
If CW goes there, that’s the stoush equivalent of rope-a-dope.
Blood and soil? Slaked thirst? Soiled under-beings? FDB? FMB? FMD, this is getting silly. I thought Jack had been made obsolete by the flappings of the Great Bird: but perhaps a three-way could be arranged, or even better, a comments-field Mongolian clusterfuck.
Fool? Ring the bell, sucka, and cue the old stalwarts: bring back Neocommie!
I’m grabbing a beer. If youse all want one, gettem yourselves.
PS. It’s ‘incoherence’, and ‘dementia’, Cassandra, and (seriously now) for its sufferers, victimhood is really a matter of point of view. Old age comes to everyone, and you face it as you can.
I think Jack might wish to learn English before he tries challenging me in another language. Not that the capacity for neology requires more than one language. It simply requires either wit and imagination or ignorance as to the true meaning of words. I’d guess you people would put Jack in the second category you couldn’t be that stupid.
His attempts at using multisyllabic phraseology in order to demonstrate intelligence are quite amusing particularly as he always seems to commit at least one spelling/grammatical error per sentence. Perhaps he believes that the Thesaurus is some kind of hidden magic.
And Katz if I wished to play rope-a-dope. I’d string you up.
Yes Devil Drink, Cass’ claims to superior written language are self-immolated.
Where’s Don King when you *really* need him? Not reading this thread, I hope.
This cage-match between Il Strocchi and La Wong may be just the ticket; I may have finally figured out a way to make a fortune out of blogs.
M. Jack, Mlle Wong, kindly call on me after the bout, at my usual club. I have something inside a small titanium briefcase, which I believe may interest you both.
Up in fire like a cranky Buddhist on a dry 42° day in Mildura, Steve.
BLOOD!!!!
This clash of the ego-titans is turning out a bit one-sided.
do you mean the family of Elizabeth Bathory, the DIY dermatologist? That would explain your interest in a thread about health care decisions. Elizabeth B also being something of a ‘plumber’, maybe you and Jack do have some common ground.
I’m bookmarking this thread for later reference to CW’s ad hominem (and juvenile) rantings. I rather think taht Kim and tigtog have applied the guillotine to others for much more moderate language in the past. Has LP’s comments policy changed recently?
I found those comments unduly aggressive and couched in quite violent language, so CW won’t be back.
I’m sorry I didn’t see them earlier (and I’ve deleted a few from other threads, as has Gummo) but it’s the weekend and I don’t tend to spend much time in front of the computer on Saturdays.
To clarify – I have no objection to CW’s comments per se. My problems is the inconsistency of the application of policy.
I have an objection to them because they seem to have no point other than to disparage others.
Peter, not being at the computer on a long weekend isn’t inconsistent.
“Peter, not being at the computer on a long weekend isn’t inconsistent. ”
No ,it is very Australian.
Why has Mr Bird been allowed back ?
Jack Strocchi on 26 January 2007 at 8:33 pm
The best health care comes from plumbers.
I think Jack means that modern sewerage has saved, and will continue to save many, many more lives than modern medicine has in the past and will in the future. Apart, possibly, from vaccination programs which you could argue aren’t really part of modern medical treatment, being preventative rather than for saving the sick.
When you think about it, the health care industry is really there to plug the gaps when public health measures fail, or people injure themselves.
Yeah, speaking of public health, can’t folks learn to think twice about the way they move around in public spaces? A few days ago I’m sitting in a restaurant having lunch, and the guy at the next table is complaining to his friend about how his kids all have these terrible bronchial infections. So naturally he can’t leave the place without first coming over to my table and getting way too close into my personal space to ask me a rather needless question. So now, of course, a coupla days later and I’m stuck in bed coughing my brains out and spewing enough interesting colors to make a decent Kandinsky retrospective. Had to cancel my dinner date with Vampirella and everything. Shit. There goes the weekend.
Mate, JPZ, sorry to be the one to break it to you, but if you’re spewing, it’s probably not a bronchial/upper-respiratory-tract infection, more likely something rather lower and nastier. ‘F course, if your fellow diner was a father of small children, he was probably carrying all kinds of nasty microbia, and most likely didn’t wash his hands, the cad. Infants, I tell you!: the best thing that is ever now happening to the human race is cheap, accessible contraception. That, and soap.
What did you have for your restaurant meal? See your doctor, doctor J.
I think, DD, this might be one of those linguistic cross-cultural mixups. Perhaps ’spewing’ in Oz is restricted in meaning to puking, which mercifully I’m not doing, at least not yet. I meant I’m (I think the technical medical word may be ‘expressing’, isn’t that terrific?) bringing forth variously-colored kinds of goo from lungs, sinuses, etc. In addition to the different sort of goo that drips out of the ould, well, brain. But at least the GI tract seems okay for the moment, D.G.
Thanks for the concern, though. Vampirella’s decided to come over later wearing a surgical mask, and bring some good Chinese takeout. She sends her love.
Sanitation (ie plumbing) has been really important for human health. But that doesn’t mean that health insurance (whether public or private) isn’t also useful, which is what Bush was talking about.
C’mon, don’t be distracted by comments (like Jack’s) on the margin.