So last week’s Census Data reported that there are 50.67 million uninsured Americans.
That’s statistically speaking, a “crapload.”
But economist Mark J. Perry is pretty good at dissembling such crap. I paraphrase:
There were 10.6 million uninsured Americans in households making $75,000 per year or more, and they represent more than 1 out of every 5 uninsured. There were about 9.4 million Americans without health insurance … making between $50,000 and $75,000, representing 18.5% of the uninsured. So nearly 40 percent of Americans without health insurance were living in households last year with $50,000 or more of household income.
So, we’ve been constantly told that people cannot “afford” insurance, but these numbers tell us something else. Some reject insurance by choice, maybe because they’re self-insured, or more inclined to hit Wal-Mart for their scripts.
But I’ll be more brazen: the people I know who don’t have health insurance, don’t care.
Because Obama made a career trotting out anecdotal horror stories of folks without insurance, here’s mine: Scott, my flight attendant roommate, who may exist, spends his money on travel, alcohol and drugs. He parties four days a week, spending 800 bucks a month on beer, inhalants, locksmiths and antibiotics.
Meanwhile, he complains he lacks health insurance. What he doesn’t complain about: that he can’t afford health insurance.
Because he can. He just spends that cash on stuff that makes him throw up on his mandals.
And so do millions of other brats whining over lack of health care, while being able to afford it.
But it doesn’t matter now.
The fact is, the rest of us are now paying for other people’s choices. Like our government attempting to pay for abandoned mortgages with our money – we get nailed, they get bailed.
It’s called “spreading the wealth,” which means tonight I’m stealing Scott’s drugs.
And if you disagree with me, you’re a racist homophobic islamophobic proctophobe.