My father died last Wednesday. He was a World War II veteran and a good man with an infallible moral compass. He had been sick for a long time. For those of you who have not had the experience of watching a loved one leave this world despite the best efforts of medical science, know that dying can be difficult.
It started even before the first Obamacare health exchange took our money. An irresistible opportunity beckoned to turn inclusion into a dirty word. Despite all their promises, could Democrats find a way to give health care benefits to the one group they told us we would not have to pay for?
Most of us hope to hold on to some measure of security and dignity if life ever bottoms out. What dignity means all depends on your situation. It is better to live in a hovel than the gutter and better to stand in line at a clinic that accepts Medicaid patients than die from pneumonia in the middle of winter.
It’s no big secret that President Obama drinks. The White House even brews its own beer. The nuclear football probably has a breathalyzer or something like it, just in case. If he had been president in the 1920s it would have been a big issue because drinking alcohol was illegal.
How do you sell a conservative on Obama health care? Take away his job, cancel his group health plan, and send him to a high-risk pool for what seemed like a harmless, pre-existing condition. There you have it. A new Obamacare acolyte.