I’ve been sick for the last week. A vicious bronchial infection. I’m a little better now, however in the depths of my malaise I rode the New York subways and was knocked aghast by the realization that most of the city’s people are in bad health. Not from swine flu or AIDS or cancer, but a general illness whose source is decades of bad medicine in the richest country of the world along with a corrupt food source. I felt like I was cursed by a Cassandraesque vision, for whenever I mentioned my feelings to other people, they regarded me as crazy.
“What do you mean? Sick?”
“Not sick so much as unhealthy. Like they were eating the wrong foods.”
“There’s nothing wrong with our food.”
Nothing wrong with 10,000 flavors of potato chips?
Even worse the AMA fails to recognize the problem and blame the present health crisis on malpractice suits. They went so far as to boo the president, when he indicated at a symposium that he was not supporting limits on malpractice cases.
Boo.
Obama isn’t used to that kind of treatment, but the AMA is also dead-set against universal health care a la Canada and France.
“That would be socialism.” My doctor said to me this weekend.
Damn Pinkos.