We Are All Terri Schiavo, and O-care is Our Husband
Do you remember the provisions of the Health Care Reform Bill presently before Congress? No? You have not read it? Well, neither have your representatives.
I have heard it contains a provision that when a patient is nearing the end of his life, a government-appointed doctor can write his living will for him, and make his end-of-life decisions, especially if prolonging his life will cost the government more money than human life is worth, roughly 20,000 dollars per six months of life.
I cannot quote the specific section of the bill, because the provisions seem not to have been released for public comment.
Those of you who recall Mr. Obama's public promise to have bills posted on the Internet for five days of public comment, or who recall his remarks in 2004 criticizing the Bush Administration for rushing bills through Congress without allowing debate or discussion, will note the failure of the promise, and the double-standard of the criticism.
Health care reform, the way the bill currently reads, means Big Brother will decide when Grammy must die, not her, not you, not her doctor.
I am glad the current administration are science fiction fans: apparently they liked Nineteen Eighty-Four, Brave New World, Soylent Green, Atlas Shrugged, and Logan's Run, and decided to implement similar policies.
Write your Congressman.