Deep Stupid

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I know, I know.  Fish in a barrel.  But Sarah Palin facebooked or tweetered or whatevered the following:

The America I know and love is not one in which my parents or my baby with Down Syndrome will have to stand in front of Obama’s “death panel” so his bureaucrats can decide, based on a subjective judgment of their “level of productivity in society,” whether they are worthy of health care.

No, Ms. Palin, that’s pretty much exactly the America you live in.  It’s the America we all live in.  It’s just a different group of bureaucrats.

A bunch of insurance bureaucrats decide how “productive in society” you have to be in order to be worthy of health care.

Step 1: They measure your “productivity in society” by your income — which is, after all, the market’s judgment of your cash value to society, so, you know, it must be right.  They then price health insurance at a level that allows those who are “productive in society” enough, as measured by their income, to buy insurance, and tells those who are not by that measure “productive in society” enough that they can go die.

Step 2: Those bureaucrats take the amount of money that they feel represents their “productivity in society,” which we call “profit,” and which, as it turns out, is, like, waaaay more than the rest of us, so they must be super productive in society — anyway, they take that number and add that on top of the price they came up with in Step 1, which means some more people are now not productive in society enough, as measured by their income, to be worthy of health care.

Since your baby with Down Syndrome would almost certainly not be, as an adult, sufficiently “productive in society” as measured by his income to be allowed to have insurance, he would be told by the “death panel” at the insurance company to go die.   (Though I don’t think they really call it that.  And I don’t think Trig would actually have to go stand in front of it.  They’d tweeter it or something.)

Poor, unworthy Trig.

Except, of course, that, now that you’ve quit your day job, you and the Toddster are about to make a killing (a pun too far?) on your celebrity.  Since the market has set such a high cash value on celebrity (it must be rilly, rilly productive in society), and since cash value is how the insurance bureaucrats have decided to measure who’s worthy of health care: bingo bango bongo, you get to provide your Down Syndrome son with insurance, i.e., health care, he isn’t really worthy of.  Reprieve!

All the other unworthy losers, though, the ones who don’t have super-worthy parents to worthify them, they still go die.

Such a system is downright evil.

You betcha.

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2 Responses to “Deep Stupid”

  1. alsturgeon Says:

    Well put. As always.

  2. Adventures in Rhetoric « Hungry Hungry Hippos Says:

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