Well, if they’re 45 years old, and they show up, and they say, I want insurance, because I’ve got a heart disease, it’s like, `Hey guys, we can’t play the game like that. You’ve got to get insurance when you’re well, and if you get ill, then you’re going to be covered.’
Willard, Willard, Willard, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Last night, you dropped this gem from your healthcare policy on Jay Leno, which is simply to say: you think that for the millions of uninsured Americans, this is all a game. A game that you can determine the rules of, can determine who’s playing fairly, and can kick people out of at will having changed the rules after they already started “playing.”
Only a man who could never lose everything, never have to file bankruptcy, never have to have a spaghetti dinner or put water bottles in pizza shops and convenience stores to pay for his care, never face a door slammed in his face because he doesn’t have the cash up front could ever dare be so fucking glib about people’s access to healthcare which means, quite plainly,
people’s lives.
Mitt, STFU. STFU and GTFO, you elitist, smug, self-centered, willfully ignorant son of a bitch.
