‘Mrs C. you need to get that seen to, you can’t stay like that.’‘Afraid I need an operation,’ Mrs C’s voice came up from the floor, ‘it’s the only thing that’ll fix it, but the doctor can’t get me onto the waiting list.’‘Demand your doctor puts you on the waiting list. You can’t live like this.’‘There’s no point demanding, I’ll probably just make it worse for my chances; the doctor can’t get me on the list because the hospital won’t put me on the list.’‘Why not?’ In unison.‘Because if the hospital puts me on the waiting list, and then doesn’t get the operation done by a politically governed time, they get penalised by the District Health Board. It's safer for them not to put me on in the first instance.’ Mr C passed me the nut mix bowl over his wife.‘Why would they be charged a penalty?’ said Mrs G, new Scottish immigrant, apparently having lived far enough from the NHS to not have figured it out like the rest of us had as to what had happened in New Zealand.‘The penalties are designed,’ Mr C took over from his floored wife, 'to make sure they get through the waiting list.’‘But because of that Mrs C can’t get on the waiting list at all.’ Said Mrs G.‘No. She can't. Bit of an unintended flaw, isn't it.'‘So you’re,' Mrs G addressing the floor, 'on a waiting list for the waiting list?’‘There is no waiting list for the waiting list.’‘Then how do you get onto the waiting list?’‘The doctor doesn’t know,' came up from the floor, 'I’ve been not-waiting to start the actual waiting for two years now. We should’ve got private health insurance, but didn’t on principle, because we thought all the taxes we paid entitled us to free healthcare.’
Liberty and freedom are two proud words that have been executed from the political lexicon: they were frog marched and stood before a wall of blank minds, then forcibly blindfolded, and shot, with the whimpering staccato of ‘equality’ and ‘fairness’ resounding over and over. And not only did this atrocity go unreported by journalists in the mainstream media, they were in the firing squad.
The premise of this blog is simple: the Soviets thought they had equality, and welfare from cradle to grave, until the illusory free lunch of redistribution took its inevitable course, and cost them everything they had. First to go was their privacy, after that their freedom, then on being ground down to an equality of poverty only, for many of them their lives as they tried to escape a life behind the Iron Curtain. In the state-enforced common good, was found only slavery to the prison of each other's mind; instead of the caring state, they had imposed the surveillance state to keep them in line. So why are we accumulating a national debt to build the slave state again in the West? Where is the contrarian, uncomfortable literature to put the state experiment finally to rest?
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