printAs some of you know, I’ve been waylaid by a diabolical flu, now in its 5th week. Recovery is glacial. Today came a setback dealt by a bill for $307! The bill, for a meager chest X-Ray, is one I never imagined I’d get. Something as elementary as ruling out pneumonia in a patient is no longer covered in full, thanks to fuckface Obama. And I enjoyed a good insurance plan before fuckface’s distribution scheme went into effect. I can’t imagine the costs shouldered by those of you who did not have as comprehensive a plan as I had.
So How Do I Hate Thee, Barack Hussein Obama?
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I hate thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I hate thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I hate thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I hate with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I hate thee with a hate I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I hate thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but hate thee better after death.
With apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
UPDATE: “Not even in South Africa would we pay so much for an X-ray..!! R3300.25 No way… what the hell is happening there??” Brian James Smith via Facebook.