Anti-health-care-reform activist, reportedly injured in a fight at a town hall meeting last week, is collecting donations to pay his medical bills because he was recently laid off and lost his health insurance.
From an Investor’s Business Daily editorial arguing against the current U.S. health care reform proposals:
The U.K.’s National Institute for Health and Clinical Excellence
(NICE) basically figures out who deserves treatment by using a
cost-utility analysis based on the “quality adjusted life year.”
One year in perfect health gets you one point. Deductions are
taken for blindness, for being in a wheelchair and so on. The more
points you have, the more your life is considered worth saving,
and the likelier you are to get care.
People such as scientist Stephen Hawking wouldn’t have a chance in
the U.K., where the National Health Service would say the life of
this brilliant man, because of his physical handicaps, is
essentially worthless.
Stephen Hawking was born and has lived his entire life in the U.K.
(Via Josh Marshall.)
Last night, 1 AM
Techie Boyfriend: Does it ever bother you that we have no fridge magnets?
Sleepy INTERN: Sometimes, I guess.
Techie Boyfriend: It bothers me in the extreme. We keep putting it off. We’re never going to get fridge magnets unless we do it right now. Let’s go.
Sleepy INTERN: But it’s 1 AM!
Techie Boyfriend: Perfect. Walgreens is open until 2.
This morning, 9:30 AM
Very sleepy INTERN: (struggles under weight of 41 memoir proposals) Why are we getting so many of these right now?
Editorial Assistant: It’s August.
V. s. I: So?
Editorial Assistant: Think back nine months.
V. s. I: Mmm…December? What happens in December?
Editorial Assistant: People start writing memoirs in December. It takes them about nine months to finish. Then we start getting proposals in August.
V. s. I: They don’t REVISE?!?!?
Editorial Assistant: (calls over her shoulder to Assistant Editor) Isn’t she cute?
This morning, 10:30 AM
Very very sleepy INTERN: (going to water cooler to fill mug) …
Head Ed: You look tired.
V.v.s.I: I was up all night selecting and arranging fridg—um, insomnia.
Head Ed: You know what you should do?
Vvvs I: …
Head Ed: (pulls flier off desk) Ekstatik dancing. You’re probably suppressing one of your rhythms. Tonight at 8. Do it.
Vvvvs I: (*how about some ekstatik napping on that red couch?*) Wow. That sounds splendid.
Head Ed: We did a book about it a few years ago.
Coming soon: 7 Days of Fiction Boondogglery. INTERN has been suppressing the urge for too long.