Apparently no other American of Irish decent has geeked out over the place before. Glad to have you back. And this -- "my insurance would cover absolutely nothing of the cost of an obviously medically necessary doctor’s visit" -- surely you understand that before you avail yourself of the services of any practitioner, any treatment, any drug therapy, any surgery, not matter how much you're suffering, you must obtain the medical knowledge to determine whether or not it's "medically necessary" per Cigna's standards. Them's the rules, Bud.
The thing that still stands out after even the most recent unpleasantness in the burgeoning RV King story is that bit where Clarence says people advised him about the law regarding taking free stuff from people. That is, he admits he could not figure the law out for himself.
It fails to inspire confidence, if you see my drift...
So glad you're back. I work for a global corporation that used to offer a Cadillac health plan and doesn't anymore so I'm in HDHP hell myself. But hell, at least I have insurance. I'll never understand why single payer is such an alien concept to Americans. Also, I hated Clarence Thomas in 1991 and I hate him now. Strength to you fellow traveler ❤️
Roy, welcome back and congrats on finessing the Commie-Socialized Medicine Loophole!
That brings me to the Rock&Roll version of my medical coverage rant. My starting point is always "Songs For Slim." When Bob "Slim" Dunlap was felled by strokes, he was financially wiped out. His medical bills would have crushed him even in what passed for The Replacements heyday. So his many friends and admirers in the music biz recorded a tribute album and organized numerous fundraisers. That makes for great feel-good stories about a community coming together to help one of their own.
And my rage overfloweth.
So what if artists live on the margins? Why can't they access civilized medical coverage? And what about the rest of the schulbs who can't carry a note in a bucket, or complete a paint-by-numbers project at gunpoint? Potluck dinners at the Legion Hall will just about pay for the hospital blanket when Aunt Gert's cancer diagnosis comes to collect. What if you're in medical trouble and don't have much in the way of friends and family to chip in? I guess the answer to that is, "she should have smiled more."
I'm blessed with good health, and decent coverage. The insurance premiums I'm paying should cover a nice case of Munchausen Syndrome. I'm in a position to kick in a few extra bucks to spread the love to more of the marginally insured. But that would lead to the collapse of everything we hold dear in the Greatest Democracy On Earth.
good to have you back. you didn't miss a thing!
Hugs, bro.
Glad you still with us, and try to stick around: I missed you last week
We need you...
noble Irishman, Tory wanker
noble Irishman, Tory wanker
noble Irishman, Tory wanker...
Yeah, I think I'm with Joe...
Congratulations and welcome back, Roy.
Of course, TBH, you already outed that things went well by returning to Twitter late last week🙂
And of course, the national decline neither lated let alone reversed while you were "gone", so much grist for the mills continues to exist and grow.
Apparently no other American of Irish decent has geeked out over the place before. Glad to have you back. And this -- "my insurance would cover absolutely nothing of the cost of an obviously medically necessary doctor’s visit" -- surely you understand that before you avail yourself of the services of any practitioner, any treatment, any drug therapy, any surgery, not matter how much you're suffering, you must obtain the medical knowledge to determine whether or not it's "medically necessary" per Cigna's standards. Them's the rules, Bud.
Glad you're back!
I start Medicare May 1. It's liberating.
I'm not sure how long I last before I tell management GFY -
" Do you have time for a call with the rose vendor next week?"
" Go fuck yourself. I'm leaving"
Like that.
Welcome back, Roy. Keep the ship righted! (Or lefted, as the case may be.)
Glad to hear everything went well, Roy! Welcome back!
The thing that still stands out after even the most recent unpleasantness in the burgeoning RV King story is that bit where Clarence says people advised him about the law regarding taking free stuff from people. That is, he admits he could not figure the law out for himself.
It fails to inspire confidence, if you see my drift...
Glad you're back!
Hope ur feeling better, Roy. Nothing else matters.
Not all the marks in the world.... >:)
So glad you’re ok! Been worried about you and now relieved you’re back!
So glad you're back. I work for a global corporation that used to offer a Cadillac health plan and doesn't anymore so I'm in HDHP hell myself. But hell, at least I have insurance. I'll never understand why single payer is such an alien concept to Americans. Also, I hated Clarence Thomas in 1991 and I hate him now. Strength to you fellow traveler ❤️
Huzzah! Filling my inbox with joy!
Roy, welcome back and congrats on finessing the Commie-Socialized Medicine Loophole!
That brings me to the Rock&Roll version of my medical coverage rant. My starting point is always "Songs For Slim." When Bob "Slim" Dunlap was felled by strokes, he was financially wiped out. His medical bills would have crushed him even in what passed for The Replacements heyday. So his many friends and admirers in the music biz recorded a tribute album and organized numerous fundraisers. That makes for great feel-good stories about a community coming together to help one of their own.
And my rage overfloweth.
So what if artists live on the margins? Why can't they access civilized medical coverage? And what about the rest of the schulbs who can't carry a note in a bucket, or complete a paint-by-numbers project at gunpoint? Potluck dinners at the Legion Hall will just about pay for the hospital blanket when Aunt Gert's cancer diagnosis comes to collect. What if you're in medical trouble and don't have much in the way of friends and family to chip in? I guess the answer to that is, "she should have smiled more."
I'm blessed with good health, and decent coverage. The insurance premiums I'm paying should cover a nice case of Munchausen Syndrome. I'm in a position to kick in a few extra bucks to spread the love to more of the marginally insured. But that would lead to the collapse of everything we hold dear in the Greatest Democracy On Earth.
Yeah, nothing’s changed. Politics is like a scratch in the vinyl—it skips and repeats, skips and repeats.