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Sicko: List of Commie Pinko Countries with Universal Health Care (Socialized Medicine)

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Don’t forget about Hints from Hell!

Here are a list of industrialized countries with some form of universal health care. These countries are populated with borderline Commies who have outrageous taxes and horrendous doctors. These countries are full of waiting rooms, which are filled with sick, sick pinko people.

Flag of Austria Austria
Flag of Belgium Belgium
Flag of Canada Canada
Flag of Denmark Denmark
Flag of France France
Flag of Germany Germany
Flag of Greece Greece
Flag of Iceland Iceland
Flag of Republic of Ireland Ireland
Flag of Italy Italy
Flag of Luxembourg Luxembourg
Flag of Netherlands Netherlands
Flag of Norway Norway
Flag of Portugal Portugal
Flag of Spain Spain
Flag of Sweden Sweden
Flag of Switzerland Switzerland
Flag of Turkey Turkey
Flag of United Kingdom United Kingdom

Flag of Japan Japan
Flag of Finland Finland
Flag of Australia Australia
Flag of New Zealand New Zealand
Flag of Czech Republic Czech Republic
Flag of South Korea South Korea
Flag of Hungary Hungary
Flag of Poland Poland
Flag of Slovakia Slovakia

The two “modern” countries without UHC. These countries are full of empty waiting rooms and the healthiest, happiest, longest-lived people in the world.

Flag of United States United States

Flag of Mexico Mexico

The lesson of the day is Sometimes it’s okay to go along with the crowd, because the crowd may know better than you do.

EDIT: Along the theme of today’s Lesson, here are the countries of the world that have not yet officially adopted the metric system (courtesy wikimedia). Click thumbnail. Commence sigh.



Monday, June 18, 2007

I remember being told that countries with universal health care had tremendous waiting times for surgeries and that the care was quite below U.S. quality.

A baby born in El Salvador has a better chance of surviving than a baby born in Detroit.


A baby born in the United States has a 36% greater chance of dying than a baby born in Great Britain.

I saw Michael Moore’s new movie, Sicko.

And I am pissed.

Surprisingly enough, for me, this time it’s not at Michael Moore.


I sense a theme this week coming on.

The lesson of the day is Sometimes everything they tell you is wrong.

A is for Ah, why are you doing this to your mother?

Monday, June 11, 2007

I approached the entrance to an all-night Kroger supermarket late last Friday night. I was gettting…does it matter what I was getting? No, I don’t think it does. But what I wanted was not found there, but was found at a Fiesta supermarket. I’m more a Kroger guy than a Fiesta guy. Fiesta overwhelms me with its Calcutta Wal-Mart vibe.


So, as I approached the entrance, I noticed a tall, trim blonde coming at the entrance on a trajectory that would cause us to collide if one of us didn’t change our speed. Isn’t it interesting how many minor course corrections we do just moving around on foot? We scoot around carts, we pause for old ladies, we sometimes decide that we have the right of way at a given supermarket intersection, for no good reason except that we’re tired of being so damn accomodating all the time.

Being a gentleman, and wanting a glimpse of her ass, I hesitated for a sec so she could make the entrance ahead of me. I smiled, you know. Studly-like.

She smiled back, real big, like, Oh, hiii!

Something just wasn’t right. She had too much makeup-foundation, tan stuff that made her look like she’d been smothered in butter and gently pan-fried.

And too much jawline.

She was dressed conservatively, with a business-casual blouse and mid-calf dress.

Damn, with those calves, she should have gone full-length. She had calves bigger’n mine, and her legs were shaved smooth. Wide shoulders. Not much of an ass, to speak of, either. Yeah, I looked.

Cue music.

Steven Tyler

So, dude looked like a lady. But not much like one. I purposely ducked this person through the store.

But all evening, I was thinking about her. Him. I kept thinking, what the fuck was going on in that guy’s head. He didn’t even seem gay to me, brilliant smile notwithstanding. He seemed like a straight guy who must have gotten a sexual thrill from dressing like an executive assistant.

I think the smile was because Glen wanted me, a guy, to approve of Glenda.

I didn’t approve. It wasn’t morally wrong to me, just weird and unexpected in that context. I didn’t approve, but that doesn’t change Glenda’s right to dress how the hell ever his wild side dictates. Who is wrong, this guy, or the guy that is so flummoxed by the encounter that I’m freaking blogging about it? Well, I think we’re both wrong. Variety in the world is great. But needing to be liked for how you look, or even what you do, is a huge problem and removes us from our true selves and our true individuality.


The lesson of the day is Stop seeking approval.

Hello, ankly, wheezy, and sexy

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Here is a screenshot of a Google image search for “girls smoking” (Safesearch Moderately On, unfortunately).

girls smoking

And, for comparison, the same search minus the “smoking” part:

girls not smoking

Both sets contain fine specimens. Well, except for that Ziggy dude. I don’t know which group I’d rather take to a desert island, and I absolutely detest smoking.

At a stop light on my way home from work, I saw a mid-nineties Toyota with a couple of dents in the rear fenders and no gas cap flap. It had a gas cap. But not the flap that you cover the gas intake point up with. All its windows were rolled down. I was half a car length behind the vehicle, and in the next lane, so my angle was bad and I couldn’t see the driver or her passenger.

I did see that each of them were dangling a wrist out the window (that sounds somewhat morbid, as though they had carpals hanging from a chain, or perhaps from a volar radiocarpal ligament, like a good luck charm, but you know what I mean), to keep their smoking cigarettes from smoking up the insides of their beat-up car.

I also saw that they each had a foot sticking out the window. Yeah, the driver did, too. So I got a real nice eyeful of some hot white girl leg. That’s not me being sarcastic. Again, I couldn’t see their faces, but by the hue of toenail polish and the cellulite-free state of their thighs, I’d say they had to have been in their early twenties, and were hot as hell. As a matter of fact, I was thinking, I’d fuck the shit out of both of those girls.

Guys think that way, even nice guys, and even dads, and even your dad. They won’t admit it, though, because we’ve kinda been neutered these past few decades, but even though we can’t say it (unless you ladies ask us to. Please ask us to), we think it, and we think it a lot like that. We don’t look at attractive women and think we’d like to take them to a really nice restaurant and get to know them better. You know, as a person. We think that we’d fuck the shit out of them. Not literally. Well, I don’t.

But, back to the purpose of the wrist-dangling (not that I know the purpose of the ankle-dangling, unless their snatches just needed airing out, or they were advertising, or maybe they were just kind of stupid). Back to the cigarettes.

Cigarettes killed my dad. Lost him last year. Not to cancer, but to COPD caused by smoking. COPD is a real bitch, and I’d never heard of it before my dad was diagnosed.

I quit smoking on December 17, 1998. I still have the very last cigarette butt, in a tiny frame. I’m serious. I’ll have to tell you how to quit smoking sometime. I have a great system (guess it worked, huh?).

I’m down on cigarettes, cigarette manufacturers, and smokers, and I’m not real fond of straws, toothpicks, or clouds, either.

And I was thinking at the stoplight how disgusting it was that they smoked, and how glad I am that I quit, but then I realized that if a girl is hot enough, it really didn’t matter whether she smoked. If a girl is hot enough, really, it really probably wouldn’t matter if she smoked crack and injected PCP directly into her clitoris. Most guys would still bang her, if she was hot enough. She’d have to be really hot, a true dime, but guys would still do her. And I thought that, if the situation was reversed, women would still fazizzle men who behaved in ways they found abhorrent, if the man was physically hot enough. Even moms. Even your mom. No, I didn’t think that, I knew that.

That’s not the lesson, though.

The lesson is, we will have sex with beautiful people (almost) no matter what they do because we are driven to reproduce well.

Unless…unless they do bad shit to kids. I wouldn’t want to be with a woman in any sense, no matter if she made Angelina Jolie look like Rosie O, if they beat up their kids, or worse. Wouldn’t touch a bitch like that. But why?Because of the same reason. We must reproduce well, and there is no point in mixing your genes with some goddess’ genes if she isn’t going to treat the offspring well.

You can understand so much through evolution.

The lesson of the day is It is ok to want to have sex with smokers.

Hello, ignorance.

Monday, June 4, 2007

This is my first blog post.

I have no idea how to use WordPress, but if you are reading this, I was successful anyway.

The lesson of the day is Don’t let ignorance get in your way.