I’ve been watching the antics surrounding the healthcare debate with what I can only describe as wide-eyed amazement and awe, tinged slightly with fear.

Does any in the congregation of this Church of Rip Van Winkle honestly believe that other people might see them as offering some viable alternative; that a government led by some latter day reincarnation of Tom o’ Bedlam might lead them out of the sea of bewildered confusion in which they find themselves? They’re like time-travellers desperately trying to get back to their version of 1950 and determined to take everyone with them. Teevee coverage of the Tea Partiers (shouldn’t that be anti-Tea?) arriving at that Nevada town where they’ll presumably offer up all sorts of criticisms and no sorts of solutions was a bit telling. Feller they interviewed had driven all the way from somewhere or other in a 1955 something, a thousand miles or so. Betcha a Focus to a Hyundai that he complained about the price of gas all the way.

There’s a couple of things I’d like to suggest. To those people carrying  the signs that read: In GOD we TRUST not government I’d suggest they might like to try living for a couple of years in some country or other where an Ayatollah is in supreme charge. Same god so you can trust him, just a different name for his representative.

And for those out there who say that no-one should be forced to have health care; well fair enough; don’t buy it. But put your convictions where your rhetoric is and at all times carry a little plastic card informing any would be Samaratin that in the event of you becoming dangerously ill you decline to be a burden on anyone by receiving treatment of any sort where any form of subsidy might be involved – and of course tell your wife and kids that they have to do the same. That way you can die a champion of free choice and the rights of man and you won’t have cost anyone a brass razoo.

Burial might be a bit of a problem though. Rules about disposal of the dead are pretty strict – government gone mad again.

Frank Povah

Frank Povah

Arriving in the USA in late 2008, Frank Povah moved to Stamping Ground, Kentucky in mid 2009. Passionate about the written and spoken word and constantly bewildered by non-verbs and neo-nouns, Frank trained as a typesetter - though he has worked at many things - and later branched out into proofreading, writing and editing. For many years he has been copy editor, consultant and columnist with a prestigious Australian quarterly along with running his own editorial and typesetting business. His other interests are many and include traditional music, especially that of the south, folklore, natural history, and pigeons.