no, I simply ask for my friends back to be covered. that is how one stays alive, Koan. No one in the holler would say "you ask too much", that is an upper-middle-class affectation and luxury.
life is brutal and survival tenuous. ask too much? ask what? not to die from that lump in the neck? Kristof has no worries of that. he doesn't really know how that feels to know if it happens... death follows, your children are left without a parent. nor do you. do you?
no, I do not ask too much. in fact, I ask nothing, ask for nothing. expect even less.
welcome to the world of the uninsured poor, if I might use that term without you saying to me "stop feeling sorry for yourself". not that I care if you do.
that is reality. Kristof, if he gives up his money and insurance, can know how it feels. right now... he doesn't. he talks a game. that is all.
interesting how 'liberals' shut off talk from poor people dying. oh, if it is middle-class people who have lost insurance, it all so interesting. and from a distance, blather on behalf of the poor... but if you see the rundown trailor they live in, and the gaps in their teeth... might have to stand up for a cracker. a cracker who realizes s/he is the same as the dirt poor black person in Watts, and then... well, who knows what would happen then. connections are as they are. |
