H/T Larry Correia
Wednesday, February 19, 2020 at 5:42 AM
I think it was between 1st and 2nd grade [mid-1970s] that my tonsils and adenoids were removed in Romania.
I was dragged (yes, dragged, because I didn't want to go because no one told me why I was there) into a room that was filthy even by the standards of a person (me) who lived in a very old house with dirt floors and an outhouse and chickens and rabbits raised for food in the back yard.
I was barefoot and wearing a hospital gown. I was strapped into a dentist chair with the stuffing peeking out of the many rips that had been hand sewn somewhat shut.
They knocked me out with chloroform.
When I woke up, my pillow was drenched in blood (mine). No one had cleaned me up (because at some point I'd voided both my bladder and bowels). There was no ice. No pain medication. Nothing for the swelling. No antibiotics. You either lived or you didn't.
This is what you're voting for when you vote for single-payer, for "free" (if you don't count the bribes) healthcare.