I think this needs to be broken down in a way that every man woman and possibly child could understand...
Your health care is a toilet.
THE PRIVATE OPTION
Excellent. Just excellent. Now this is the life. No worries, no cares, because I'm cared for! I'm pampered. Unfortunately there are two toilets, or is that a bidet, oh well, I think my real concern should be that man waiting by the sink with the after shave. What does he want?! I can pick up a towel by myself, thank you very much. Does he want money? I guess he does. Guess what, that bathroom attendant in this swanky ass bathroom is an insurance agent trying to rape you out of some more money.THE PUBLIC OPTION
Ugh! C'mon! REALLY? Who's regulating this stuff? Where is the god damned janitor? Is that a glory hole? Is that something about to come THROUGH the glory hole? Oh man. I guess the other option is to just take a crap in front of everybody, or fend for myself. There's got to be some in between option that can work for me, there's just got to.*NOTE* - The feces that are overflowing from the above "Public Option" are a metaphor for the red tape that you will have to go through no matter what option you choose. We're all fucked. Go online, search for a home doctor kit, buy it, search for a medical encyclopedia, buy it, search for a tourniquet, buy it. When this planet goes all Mad Max on us you'll want this stuff for sure.
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