Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Welcome To ObamaCare! Now Talk, Proletarian Scum...

Ricochet contributor Cherylyn Lebon takes her kids to the eye doctor, and notices a subtle change. As subtle as a kick to the crotch:

Upon arrival, the receptionist gave me three additional forms to fill out. These were not the usual address update forms, but paperwork requiring specific demographic information. I wondered why my daughter’s eye doctor needed to know the color of our skin.

Next, the doctor came into the examination room and proceeded to ask me a series of questions, all invasive, such as “Does anyone smoke in the home?” and a few others along those lines. I said to my good Republican doctor - "What gives? Why do you need to need know whether or not I smoke?”

He said that the forms contained new requirements under Obamacare. That additional data, he explained, is collected and then entered into a “government database.”

I mentioned this to several friends in an e-mail conversation and, to my surprise, this is developing into a pattern. A friend in Pennsylvania took her twin boys to the pediatrician and was asked similar questions. Another friend in Virginia thought she was having informal girlfriend chat with her physician and suddenly realized that her doctor was writing everything down...

What will the government do with this information?  Better question is, what won't they do with it?

you can accuse doctors of racism, for instance, if they don't see enough people of the "right color".  You'll be shut out of your family physician's office because he'll have racial quotas to fill.

- both the EPA and the FDA need an expanding enemies list in order to continue to get the massive taxpayers funding they currently receive.  Think of how much fun they'd have going after smokers - as polluters, as health risks, as perhaps even child abusers...

wait until they start asking whether or not you have a gun in your home!

We could go on and on, but why bother?  Doctors are well-educated and intelligent, they're not going to want to put up with this crap.  They'll quit, leaving medicine in the hands of the same people who run FEMA and the DMV.  Which means you'll die outside in the cold on an interminable line, waiting to see an incompetent "health care professional" who won't be able to help you anyway, no matter how many forms you meticulously fill out.

You voted for the beast, America.  Don't act surprised when it rises up and kills you...

Seeing a doctor, circa 2020....

(Cartoons via Mayor Gia, who has quite a similar tale...)


Anonymous said...

Related to yuor post (seen on Facebook):

Dear Mr. President:

During my shift in the Emergency Room last night, I had the pleasure of evaluating a patient whose smile revealed an expensive Shiny gold t
ooth, whose body was adorned with a wide assortment of elaborate and costly tattoos, who wore a very expensive
Brand of tennis shoes and who chatted on a new cellular telephone equipped with a popular R&B ringtone.

While glancing over her Patient chart, I happened to notice that her payer status was listed as "Medic...aid"! During my examination of her, the patient informed me that she smokes more than one costly pack of cigarettes every day and somehow still has money to buy pretzels and beer.

And, you and our Congress expect me to pay for this woman's health care?

I contend that our nation's "health care crisis" is not the result of a shortage of quality hospitals, doctors or nurses. Rather, it is the result of a "crisis of culture", a culture in which it is perfectly acceptable to spend money on luxuries and vices while refusing to take care of one's self or, heaven forbid, purchase health insurance.

It is a culture based on the irresponsible credo that "I can do whatever I want to because someone else will always take care of me". Once you fix this "culture crisis" that rewards irresponsibility and dependency, you'll be amazed at how quickly our nation's health care difficulties will disappear.


Anonymous said...

A worrisome post, indeed.

And a great comment, Dr. Jones. Thank you.