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.
This is how it begins: Doctors urged to limit practices. Next come the "guidleines," then come the one-size-fits-all requirements. At that point, the patient becomes helpless and choice-less, and the physician becomes an agent of the state rather than a confidential and private partner with his patient.
At that point, I will reluctantly quit and abandon you suffering patients - and myself when illness comes my way - to whatever unionized government lackeys, technicians, and drones they can find who are willing to pretend to take care of you, between their mandated lunch, coffee breaks, and 1 hour/day study time to master the government treatment manuals which will tell them what they can do for your age and category.
I have seen that kind of medicine, and will not be part of it. Watch for the politicization of medical care. Ugly. Every real and imaginary disease, and every real or imaginary treatment, will have a lobby in DC.
Government contaminates and corrupts almost everything it touches. Why any Psychiatrist or psychotherapist could be anything but Libertarian-minded is beyond my comprehension, because we are all about freedom, individuation, self-determination, and self-reliance.
No time to check the hearts of girls' dollies. A damn shame.
There is some drive to treat the sickest patients, under whatever circumstances present.
Assistant VIllage Idiot
...and you'll have lots of good friends, and people who just want to talk, and others who want to share the bounty of their garden with you, or maybe give you a handmade quilt.... and you will want to help them because that's Who you are, and it will all work out OK - among Friends, as it were..
The perversity is astounding. To take the best medical system the world will ever see (yes alas needing some tweak relief from jackpot juries and third party rent-seek costs including the non-portability) and electrocute it in a Frankenstein congress, and then shoo the Simulacrum out the door without the foggiest notion (the writhing-faced breathless Medusa with the speaker's gavel blinking 'we have to pass it to know what's in it') the foggiest notion of what the Thing will do to we the people --and all for no better reason (the uninsured were no reason) than to feed the totalitarian vanity of a tiny utopian-cum-mobster (whaaa?) clique, is the stuff of science fiction, not of our formerly familiar true-blue little orb we called Earth before we called it Err-th.
These creatures jumped off of, then shoved the world onto, a page in a comic book, where Justice Garish (pushing us down, not pulling us up, penning us all in the Mean), because of words that seem thoughts, is dialectically oblivious to the gods of the copybook headings, who back at the big bang decreed that for every lop off the top, the Mean by that much shall drop.