Who cares about Health Care? We’re all going to die anyway. Whether you live to die rich or forgiven or remembered doesn’t matter. We are like the leaves on the trees. We grow, make our green and then find the rest of our colors hopefully before we fall. Where do we go when we die? In the Earth. That’s good enough.
Circumstances remain anxious. The desperate increase. The huge boulder of inevitability has been slowed by its slaughter but not stopped rolling. Who the hell ever called it a balloon? What pop blows away more households than Katrina? Well, they couldn’t afford health insurance anyway. They were always just a roller skate from the street.
Don Arrup
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