The healthcare debate has revealed that Americans suffer from a compassion deficiency. Many of us would prefer that our fellow citizens go without medical care rather than make even the slightest of sacrifices.
Hey, wow, got it in one, bleeding-heart boy!
Where'n'hell do you get off, tellin' me I have to make sacrifices 'cos other people have made bad choices or had bad luck? Saying things like, "Apparently, there are a lot of folks who would choose to have young mothers with cancer go without chemotherapy, instead of giving up a bit of that disposable income that is our badge of freedom and individualism," is not the way to move me. You know how much of my freedom and individualism I'll give up? Zero. None.
If you wanna pass the hat for Young Mothers With Cancer, I'll toss in a fiver -- which I don't have to spare -- but that's not actually what nationalsocialized health care is about; rather, it is about taxing me (or the family I work for, which turns out to come to the same thing, since if you hit them harder, they'll just ask me to forgo my my next raise in addition to the one all my co-workers and I had to pass up not to long ago) to support yet another bunch of droning bureaucrats who will pass on some small fraction of my tax money to some percentage -- less than 100%, count on it! --- of cancerous young mothers.
But as it turns out, that's not this fellow's real problem; nope, what bugs him the very most about us cold, uncaring Americans and our attitude towards being taxed even harder so bums can get heart transplants free for nothin' is that he wants "...the peace of mind that comes with knowing that they don't have to think of their less fortunate but sick countryman going without medical treatment."
Yes, friends, you and I ought to be forced to shoulder the burden of paying for other people's health care so our self-appointed betters don't have to sit up all night in a pool of their own tears, their little bottoms sodden and cold. How dare we make him all sad and diaper-rashy like that!
He's all fretful 'cos the plight of the poor does not motivate me, or at least the plight of poor children who are, in some crazy world in his mind where ERs are not required to treat whatever staggers in the door, not getting medical care; I dunno if he is worried about the ones starving to death, or freezing, or who have become dried-out husks in the desert, or who have been beaten to death, nor do I know just how much more heavily he is prepared to tax me and you and invade our freedom and privacy to save them; but I know one thing, I know there is no damn end to it once they get goin' down that sorry road.
You can't make this stuff up. If you did, nobody would believe it was real.
Update: Protest etiquette tips!