Declaration of War on Opposers of Justice In Health Care

'WHY DO I NEED A 'RIGHT' TO WHAT I ALREADYHAVE?' BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT “I already have Health Care Coverage,” said Dick Sandstorm. “I do not need the government to give me the right to what I already have. Why would I need that?” “Why indeed?” said Willy, watching on TV. “There was nothing wrong with our Health Care System before. Why fix what is not broken?” His Nephew, Nathan, made a noise of decent deep in his throat but made no further comment. Willy looked briefly in his direction, but as Nathan made no further comment, Willy looked back towards the TV., where The FOX News anchors were echoing MR. Sandstorm's opinion. “It's just like the kid in Sixth Grade that called me a 'Retard' because I walked funny,” Nathan told his parents that night at dinner. “Well,, you're just going to have to get past that,” his mother told him. While he remained externally calm, Nathan sighed inside. Even they didn't understand. That night, Nathan shot off a series of E-mails to all sorts of people, hoping at least some would strike a soft spot and get some of those with no understanding to at least gain a bit. Weeks past with no response. “Stop demonising people who disagree with you,” his father said another time. “They're demonising people like me,” Nathan replied. “Or at least dehumanizing us.” At least, that was what it felt like to him, especially since none of their proposed alternatives to what he called 'Justice Care' even acknowledged that The Health Insurance Industry practice of putting money ahead of people, exemplified, among other things, by the preexisting conditions exclusion of which he was one of many victims, even existed. “And The Health Insurance IDUSTRY has done the same for years. Then, just when we get our Humanity restored, people like Sandstorm and Uncle Willy want to take it right back away. I'm not asking for anyone else, certainly not the government, to pay for my Health Care, I just want to be able to shop on the open market for the best rate, not have a Risk Pool required to always be more expensive as my only option.” “We cannot spend an infinite amount of money on health care,,” his father said another time. “I'm not saying we should!” Nathan exploded. “I'm just saying that the fact that The Insurance Companies might have to at some point spend SOME money on people like me should not give them the right to refuse us any coverage at all. That, to me, feels like our very Humanity is being denied. Like saying we should all just be put to death or kill ourselves.” “Perhaps you should,,” said his aunt Martha on another occasion. “Then we wouldn't have to listen to you whine so about how unfair your life has been. You expect the government to pay for all of your health care so you can just sit around” “I DON'T want the Government to pay for anything. I am quite willing to pay for my own Health Insurance. I would just like to be able to shop on the Open Market rather than having a Risk Pool required by State Law to always be twice the rate of comparable, private coverage as my only option. BY the way, who pays for your husband's Medicare and Social Security?” Aunt Martha came up with no immediate response to this. “If I become your nominee and win in November, I will make returning the unprofitables to subhuman status my first and top priority. Those Retards should never have been given the chance to think themselves full human beings anyway, because they're not,” said Dick Sandstorm at another rally. Uncle Willy cheered, and Nathan made up his mind. He had tried again and again to explain, but those that did not see stubbornly refused to see and even those that saw still refused to understand. That night, he typed a very long letter on his computer, then sent it out to every contact he had, as well as posting it on every on-line platform he was on. The next morning when Nathan's parents' knocked on his door, there was no answer. They pushed it open. . .and screamed. Nathan hung from his light fixture, a rope they did not recognize around his neck. On his chest was a note: “Tell Uncle Willy and Aunt Martha they're welcome.”