“Republican Sen. Joni Ernst faced a number of agitated constituents at a town hall on Friday who expressed concerns that the Republicans’ cuts to Medicaid under their major legislative effort to advance President Donald Trump’s agenda would cause people to die. Her response: ‘Well, we all are going to die.’”
— ABC News
All flesh is but wheat chaff scattered by the breeze. And wheat chaff, as your claims specialist will inform you, is not covered under your mini-med limited-benefits plan.
You are an insulin drop trembling on the tip of an out-of-network EpiPen. Glimmering. Pure. Bankrupting.
Medicaid expansion is clinging, and clinging is the enemy of inner peace. The truly enlightened refuse coverage, choosing to drift from urgent care to urgent care like cherry blossoms on the wind. Like their pulse, thoughts of single-payer systems soon fade.
Ask yourself: Who is this “you” that wants chemotherapy so, so badly? There is no self. There is no plan. There are only prior authorizations.
Desire is the root of suffering. Especially the desire to not die of a preventable disease, like measles. Renounce this craving. Seek stillness. Copays are saṃsāra.
Do not resist the end of all things. Resistance begets paperwork. Acceptance begets savings. Savings trickle down to the middle class like so many saline IV bags from a collapsed supply chain—slowly, and then not at all.
Untether your psyche from overthinking. The sound of one hand clapping is simply what happens when the other hand has been amputated due to untreated type 2 diabetes.
If a woman seeking reproductive services dies silently in a rural ER because doctors are literally terrified of government reprisal, does it impact the federal deficit? Who’s to say? Not the woman, obviously.
Universal healthcare is the serpent’s promise and flatters the ego. Junk plan deductibles and surprise billing forever humble the soul.
Repeat this mantra as your prescription is denied on religious grounds: Everyone dies. Everyone dies. Everyone dies. Let the liberals weep, for you are free and clear, though not in the medical sense, of course.
When the people say, “We are sick,” tell them, “Nay, you are mortal.” Watch as the budget balances itself. Experience the serenity of actuarial software achieving nirvana.
Healing the body is expensive. Transcending the reality of space and time is free. It’s just so obvious once you do the math. Do the math now. Then we shall cut every math department.
Blessed is the uninsured American, for they will be the first to ascend. Likely due to rampant, excruciating sepsis, but ascend they shall, nevertheless.