We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Love this -- and as someone that is unemployed and has been paying his own fricking health insurance for 2.5 years... let me assure you: it isn't as expensive as the doom and gloomer's would have you think it is.
I spend a 3 month holiday in Ca every year and last summer my 1 year old daughter had an accident and we rushed her to hospital.The treatment could not have been any better...plus in the hurry we had no proof of insurance and our word was taken as good enough.I know the system is open to massive abuse but it was a pleasant eye opener to a European brought up on media horror stories.
Thud, most horror stories told in Europe about how awful America is, take the worst possible things that could happen here and portray them as the status quo. That's the nature of European press coverage of the U.S. My European relatives are utterly shocked at how peaceful, friendly and comfortable our suburb-outside-a-big-city is, and they are shocked that the big city nearby, except for a couple neighborhoods, is relatively peaceful too. They expected legions of poor dying in the streets, constant sounds of gunshots, sub-literate rednecks, and God only knows what else.
On the other hand, when I travel to Europe, I'm generally surprised at very modest standard of living enjoyed by most Europeans, to put it charitably. Spend a few years in the U.S. reading NY Times and you'd think most of Europe is Provence or at worst the French Riviera. The fatness and uncouth of a lot of travelers I encounter also makes me giggle a bit; I'm the American, I'm supposed to be the fat loud guy in the airport, not the guy flying to Manchester...