I keep reading in comments from leftists on various sites the same refrain: “well, OF COURSE you’re paying more, you’re getting better coverage than you had before! Duh!” “Better” according to whom? My elderly (she hates that word!) mother doesn’t need prenatal care coverage, she doesn’t need contraception coverage, she doesn’t need coverage for depression or gender identity issues, and she certainly doesn’t need prostate exam coverage. Luckily, she’s covered by Medicare and Tricare (for now), but what about everyone else? What is “better” about being forced to buy something you don’t want, don’t need, can’t afford, and will never use?
Imagine if restaurants functioned on this same premise . . .
You have to make your dinner reservations for the year online (let’s pretend that you can actually do this in a reasonable amount of time, get the actual cost quoted to you, and get your reservations locked in), and you must buy one of the listed meal plans. The minimum requirements for the meals, the “bronze plan,” is the seven-course “dine around the world plan.” In this basic meal, you purchase seven courses from all over the globe; it includes not only some yummy things like salads, chicken cooked your favorite way, and some lovely stews and soups, but also fried insects, monkey brains, lamb eyeballs, and camel hump water. All of the meal plans require that you purchase these “delicacies,” and if you don’t like it, you’re clearly an uneducated rube hater xenophobe.
You will pay a monthly fee for whichever plan you sign up whether you eat at that restaurant or not, whether you order all the “delicacies” or not, and whether you like it or not (though this is a restaurant, not the government, so they can’t take your home, throw you in jail, or seize your assets, so . . . yay!?).
You get to the restaurant, and they hand you a bill for the cost of the meal when you walk in the door. “What’s this?”, you ask. “Why, it’s your ‘delectable deductible,’ and you must pay this for all of your meals for the first ten months of the year. Isn’t that wonderful?” You ask why you have to pay this extremely high “delectable deductible” when you’ve been making extremely high monthly payments, and the maitre d’ mumbles something unintelligible that boils down to “that’s just the way it is; if you don’t like it, don’t eat.”
I guess to make this more like ObamaCare, we’ll have to say for this discussion that every restaurant offers the same plans, service, etc., and that you can’t get food even at a supermarket unless you’ve bought a meal plan that meets the minimum restaurant standards. And can prove it.
Back at the restaurant: you wait in line for hours though you can plainly see the restaurant is empty, there is one harried server who is spending most of his time uploading your license plate, credit card, and restaurant “papers” to various agencies and with other restaurants (can’t have you scamming to eat those yummy treats twice!) who all freely share that data with . . . well, whomever.
When you finally get seated (this was a lengthy process, involving three hostesses, two busboys, and, for some unknown reason, a SWAT team), you tell the server you just want to order a hamburger and fries, that your dining partner will have a salad. The server rolls his eyes at you and laughs derisively. “Oh, no,” he says, “you’re getting something much much better than that! Corporate headquarters has determined that you will both have a much better dining experience and best meet your dietary needs by having this other, much better meal. It will also make you a better person because you will become more worldly and sophisticated. Further, you’re guaranteed a place in Heaven because you will be helping economically other countries that are counting on exporting their bugs, brains, and eyeballs.” Out come seven courses, including your tall glass of refreshing camel hump water and those not-so-yummy lamb eyeballs (“such a delicacy! You’re going to love them!,” your server assures you.).
You can’t eat all that, you don’t want it, you just want a freaking hamburger and fries. The good news is that your dining partner gets her salad! It’s served somewhere in the middle of the meal, and it’s exactly what she wanted. So what if you had to mortgage your home to get an annual meal plan that covers only two months of the year (if you eat there–or anywhere–every night for ten months, that is. But after that, for two whole months, you eat “free”!!), a meal plan that you don’t want and can’t afford. On the bright side though, it’s so much better than what you would have bought for yourself.