The Conservative Son

Well, I sure am glad that Congress avoided the shutdown. Yeah, those courageous Republicans were able to hold the line and get two thirds of what amounts to an infinitesimal budget cut. Yeah, and isn't it great that Harry Reid can now keep government abortions..."health care"...for his daughter and granddaughters. Too bad he doesn't have government-paid-for health care for his family already. Too bad he isn't a multi-millionaire who can pay for his granddaughters abortions..."health care"...himself. Poor, poor, pencil-neck Harry. Do we really expect him to let go of some of his own money? Shame on us for not wanting to pay for poor millionaire's daughters' abortions..."health care."

Labels: abortion, government, Harry Reid, health care, Senate

I was listening to Mark Steyn a few days ago, who was guest hosting for Rush Limbaugh. Mark is my favorite sub-host for Rush.

It happened that a woman called in complaining how she and her husband were both disabled and at least one, I wasn't sure which, was required to regularly take a very expensive medicine. Furthermore, this drug required paying out more monthly than they are taking in, for a medicine that was keeping one or both of them alive.

Mark was compassionate, eloquent and pedantic. I, on the other hand, believe I had an epiphany. I thought to myself, "Bless her heart. She could just die."

Am I being facetious? Well, maybe. Am I being heartless? Well, maybe.

Still, this woman's big complaint was that the pills which kept her and/or her loved one alive are so expensive. At least she's alive to complain about it.

We live in a world where people live well past their prime years and I'm glad they do. When I'm an octogenarian, I imagine I wouldn't mind seeing my great-great, etc. grand-kids. All I'm doing is trying to offer a little perspective here. If your biggest complaint is that staying alive is expensive, do you really have that much to complain about?

Labels: drugs, health care, Mark Steyn