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Pre Obamacare, what we were doing was working fine for ME. I don't give a fuck how it affected you.
Of course you don't. Then you wake up one morning and wonder why all the people you don't care about up and voted to change things...
Oh, wait, Cleetus, that totally happened. The good news for you is that when you get that cancer, that insurance company that was "working perfectly fine" for you won't be able to screw you on a "Pre-existing condition" excuse.
You can't reconcile that statement.
Prior to Obamacare...most people liked their insurance.
Prior to Obamacare....most people also knew we needed to make changes so that more people could get access to reasonable insuranc.
What we got was overpriced catastophic plans.
The whole pre-existing condition issue should have been resolved a long time ago. The government was the ones allowing that to happen. They regulate the insurance circus......where were they when all this was happening.
So, you can stop with your little meme about how bad it was for most...it wasn't.
He used the typical doom and gloom "What IF" answer. Liberals try to sell their tripe by scaring people.
He's not a liberal.
He is the far left.
While you may be right....I seem the hand-wringing loser more of a Miniver Cheevy
Miniver Cheevy
BY EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON
Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.
Miniver loved the days of old
When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
The vision of a warrior bold
Would set him dancing.
Miniver sighed for what was not,
And dreamed, and rested from his labors;
He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,
And Priam’s neighbors.
Miniver mourned the ripe renown
That made so many a name so fragrant;
He mourned Romance, now on the town,
And Art, a vagrant.
Miniver loved the Medici,
Albeit he had never seen one;
He would have sinned incessantly
Could he have been one.
Miniver cursed the commonplace
And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;
He missed the mediæval grace
Of iron clothing.
Miniver scorned the gold he sought,
But sore annoyed was he without it;
Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
And thought about it.
Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
And kept on drinking.