The Gadfly's best friend, who also happened to be his eldest son, passed away on July 3, 2012.
The Gadfly dearly missed his chubby ass imbibing in the plates full of turkey goodness and the accompanying beverages yesterday - Thanksgiving Day.
The Gadfly's son was a cool cat. He was lost to the ages way too young, but forever immortalized in The Gadfly's mind just the way he was. That kid loved life. He loved his wife. He loved The Gadfly's two granddaughters. He had become a competent man and was making The Gadfly proud.
Then fate came a knocking, and in an instant, life changed for many.
The Gadfly is not going to get in to it deeply here, but suffice to say that if the manner in which the "supposedly" greatest healthcare system in the world treated his son is indicative of the manner in which healthcare is regarded to society as whole --- then we're all fucked. And the sooner you all wise up to it, the better off we all will be.
The Gadfly is not a fan of "Obamacare". The Gadfly feels it didn't go far enough towards the needed goal of destroying the healthcare insurance industry -- a collection of carcass feasting jackals if ever existed.
If The Gadfly lives to be an old man, it's with the hope that he will see in his lifetime a national healthcare system that is not driven by power and profit, but a system ensuring basic, free, and competent health care to every man, woman and child in the country. And yes -- fuck the capitalists if they don't like it.
----TFG
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