Chillin

After only two days of blogging, I'm already losing momentum. Who knew. :-) I made a resolution to write everyday, so, here goes. It's time to whip my ass into shape.

At the moment, I'm just relaxing with my beau, Richie, watching The Colbert Report. After finishing up my day at school, I dove into the jungle of mediocrity, motion-censored frozen-section lights, and low prices mired in the malaise of cheap Chinese labor: Walmart. I of course bought more groceries than were needed, which included the Honey Moon ale and kickass pepperoni pizza that Richie and I proceeded to throw back while chilling on the secondhand couch in my living room.

I guess it was the combination of lukewarm beer and Dr. River's lecture today on naming and persuasion, but I decided to rant on the absurdity of our healthcare system in the United States. A rose by another name apparently does not smell as sweet. We fear a "public health option" for its socialist implications, limited choice of doctors, and inevitable inefficiency. We fear what we do not understand, and obviously, what the majority of Americans fail to understand is that this system is exactly what we already call private health insurance. For those of us lucky enough to say we own coverage, we are accustomed to paying into a socialist pool of funds for the public good, visiting only those physicians of whom United Healthcare or Anthem approve, and battling a bumbling bureaucracy of inept medical assistants, front-desk secretaries, and pharmaceutical reps. The only difference I see between these two systems is that with one the value of human health is based on the number of zeros on a paycheck, where the other at least has the decency to let everyone play.

Well, gotta go finish watching The Royal Tenenbaums then homework. Then blissful sleep.

Peace.