We've all stood in those incessant post office lines when finally we reach the counter, and the disinterested postal clerk, looks at his or her watch, and wryly says, " it's my break time, got to go." What will the public option employee do at break time?
We've all been shocked and wondered why the disgruntled postal employee, suddenly decides his AR 15 is a little dusty and enacts a rampage not even Tarintino can duplicate. "Going Postal" is of course the verb used to describe that kind of Hollywood imagery. Will a new verbiage become vogue when the disgruntled government health care worker decides he or she needs to enact revenge on the unsuspecting public, by shooting up her patience with lethal injections.?We can call this "going druggy." But then again maybe they're just doing their job. Perhaps Sarah was right!
Imagine your male doctor wearing shoulder length hair, an unkempt beard, funny grey shorts with black socks, while he sadistically orders you to bend over while lubricating his latex gloved hand. We can only hope your public nurse doesn't take a 15 minute break when retreating to the back, to look for your transplant organ, while your chest is laid bare.
There is one thing the post office does very well. Every year they have a food drive and encourage all postal customers to leave food near their mail box, which the carrier picks up and then donates to the local food banks. Our local public health provider could encourage their patients to donate kidneys, livers, hearts, or other body parts, that would be transplanted in that key demographic, 15 to 60 year old productive members of society. Talk about a food drive. That scene would make Quentin Tarintino envious, and I'm sure he'd buy the movie rights.