I remember the day I realized that I simply could not afford to purchase my own health insurance. The thought of taking a crappy job for some evile corporation slowly sucking my soul just for health care was so angering, I spent days crying over the reality that, in a country where we have been duped into believing that we can be anything we want, the fact that one’s vocation is chosen based on the availability of health insurance is not an acceptable ultimatum.
So here I am working a crappy job for an evile corporation who purchases shares in pharmaceutical companies, oil and coal, and tank engines being used in the Middle East for the personal profit of the type of person who has no less than a million dollars to invest in such things. So that I can have health insurance.
Go see ‘Sicko.’ Yes, it’s biased. Yes, it’s Crazy fatty Michael “listen to meeee” Moore. Yes, it’s manipulative. I went to this movie nervous that he would treat a topic about which I am pretty passionate in such a way that it and he and I would be laughable. And I laughed. And I cried. A lot. I do not cry at movies. I was/am/ so angry that this system is so flawed and has been for so long. I can’t sleep.
Go see ‘Sicko.’ Sign the petition to pass the act for Universal Health Care.
And if you had any sort of love or respect for Richard Nixon before the film, I apologize in advance for the disillusionment you will suffer.