You tell that Michael Moore, and his little "movie," to just shut it up already. "Gladys Parker" doesn't need a universal national health plan in the U.S., the kind they use in most other developed Western democracies, so that maybe she could avoid dying on the floor of a hospital while a janitor sweeps around her writhing body. No sir! Jesus is her health insurance:
Why, just the other day I went to County General because my legs were giving me awful pains, and this nurse starting asking me questions about providers and what was my health care plan and wanting my insurance card so she could copy it. I said, "Child, I don't need all that fancy paperwork—not as long as I have Jesus in my heart."
No matter what sorts of hardships and illnesses life throws my way, I always count on the Lord to oversee my managed care. So I told that nurse to send my bills right up to heaven.
Link at The Onion. * Photo by Brian Vander Brug.