Let me try to explain Warbler.
In the far distant past when fur clad bikini girls walked with giant lizards,
they didn't have 'professionals' or 'business' if they wanted an axe or an arrow they picked up some stones and did it themselves.
Move along a bit until the invention of local herbal medicine, usually the provider was some old person (32 or something like that), and often an unmarried female and highly inflammable, who would have a vague understanding of which plants did what and filled in the blanks with a bit of the old chicken soup treatment. She knew what people could afford and knew how to scare the crap out of them if they refused.
Then came the invention of fire and men came and burned the old wise women because an invisible man spoke to them in a book and told them to do it. This left a hole in the market which was soon filled by the professional health care provider.
Out with the pointing hats and in with white coats and rubber gloves (well at least for the business end of the business). Now the job became more specialised, there was a team to do research on new cures, a team to make and measure the drugs, specialists in special things, a team for cooking chicken soup and GPs who pretty much took over from the late lamented wise woman. This was an expensive enterprise, big business may have cut down some of the costs by manufacturing and distributing in bulk but all these people needed to get paid. So it was pay up or put up with it.
Here comes Mr Insurance Man. He has this great idea.
If you keep paying him protectio....insurance contributions you won't end up at the bottom of the lake...If you get unwell he will pay for your medical care deriving a profit from the low probability you will ever get seriously ill enough to need to pay a lot for healthcare.
He works for the mob...board of directors of a major insurance provider and they want to maximise their profits so while they'll happily take your money they want to minimise their risks and introduce clauses to limit the amount they have to pay to the sort of people who would either be very likely to get ill or wouldn't be able to keep up the payments.
Here comes Mr Marx,
he has an idea that could work for everyone. It's called INTERNATION COMMUNIS...social medicine. The idea is that everyone who can pays National Insurance contributions, it's a sort of tax on jobs. Essentially everyone who works pays a bit of their income relative to their pay and this provides essential healthcare at the point of need to anyone.
No need to pay Murder Inc anymore and no need to worry about dying because you can't work due to a chronic health condition that was on the 'we don't cover for this sort of thing list' or because you have always been disabled so never could earn enough money begging on the street to pay for treatment in the first place.
Rewinding a bit....A TAX...A TAX!
You see here's the rub, people like to get things but they don't want to pay for them.
They especially don't want to pay for someone else to get something unless they are getting something in return.
As a society we all benefit from people not getting ill or getting better as soon as possible but on a personal level is it fair that this young boy
should get a nuclear warhead that I paid for?
Or these three women
why should she have this ornate national monument at my expense?
IS THIS STALIN'S RUSSIA?
We have tried the witches, the mob and the Marx brothers and they all have certain strengths and weakness to them.
What I was suggesting in that image was a new way...a fourth dimension in healthcare, possibly the next level in our evolution as a culture. Can you see it yet?
