Frankly, this is a situation where I start to feel like people in here are advocating for my death, and I'm sort of done debating it.
Single-payer is optimal. Until we get meaningful progress towards that, you can have my Obamacare when you take it from my cold, dead hand. Because that's what you'll be doing. Maybe you've played with us in league, maybe not, but putting a human face to this -- the half of this account that makes just about all of the non-draft-pick posts -- a 25-year-old from San Diego with a bachelor's degree in math -- is just about all I can do at this point.
I'm tired. I admit it. I'm tired of having to convince people that my right to life is equal to their right to money. Again and again and again.
I am unlikely to survive 2018 on the House "Trumpcare" bill. That's the simple truth, and that's where I have to start. Millions of people are in the same position as me. This will kill people. Perhaps I will be one of them. Perhaps I won't. The fact that I have to worry about this is scary. It's just as scary as it was back in 2009 when I was nearing 18 and wondering if I'd be able to have healthcare in the long run. Granted, I knew I'd be on my parents' plan through college, but what then? Obamacare saved me -- I couldn't be denied coverage for pre-existing conditions. It also allowed me to stay on my parents' plan post-college -- but this was going to be the last year of that anyway. I was going to be hitting Covered California next year. Now I'm worried I might not be able to.
Will the other half of this account have to bury his 26 year old son? I hope not... my Dad at least gets coverage from work, so he will make it, I hope, despite his plethora of health problems...
...oh wait, he's a federal government employee. That thing that Republicans keep trying to destroy. Maybe they'll take that away from Dad too. And he'll die. And then the Marines won't have clean water, because Trump is a moron who puts a blind hiring freeze on and won't replace essential positions.
The cycle swirls on...