Trump is the Van Gogh of Healthcare
The following is a press release from the Assistant White House Press Secretary and Martin Heidegger’s Hologram.
Donald J. Trump is a beautiful dreamer. Here is a dream he kept having for the past year:
“I’m asking for your vote so we can replace Obamacare and save healthcare for every family in Michigan. We are going to replace this disaster with reforms that give you choice and freedom and control in healthcare — at a much lower cost. …our plan will be much better health care at a much lower cost. We’re going to save Americans from this crisis, and give them the access to the quality health care they need and deserve. We’re going to make it much better, we’re going to make it less expensive. We’re going to make it much better.”
Is that not a beautiful dream? And then he followed it up with selfless compassion:
“But I tell them from a purely political standpoint, the single best thing we can do is nothing. Let it implode completely, it’s already imploding. You see the carriers are all leaving. I mean, it’s a disaster. But two years, don’t do anything. The Democrats will come to us and beg for help, they’ll beg and it’s their problem. But it’s not the right thing to do for the American people, it’s not the right thing to do.”
And then, in a burst of creativity, he did it anyway:
And now they’re calling him a liar, but remember what that other Don, Don McLean, said:
And now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen,
They did not know how.
Perhaps they’ll listen now.
I’ve tried to explain to you this poor, sad, lonely, beautiful man, but still you don’t believe. Anyone who is afraid for their health right now is suffering from a lack of belief. And Trump is so sad for you, for your pathetic plight.
Your problem is that you don’t understand what health is. Health is not in the body, it’s in the nation. Trump is insuring the flag, that it will not burn. Trump is insuring the plains and the river valleys, that oil will flow through them. Trump is insuring the mountains, that they will be fracked. Trump is insuring our guns, that they be more and bigger. Trump is our health insurance, and he moves across state lines.
Only by allowing gigantic corporations to do whatever they want will you be healthy. There is a freedom in letting go. There is a health in giving up.
There is something bigger than you. There is a bigger health to be insured.
Limiting Trump to words is like closing your heart to God. Trump is to be breathed in, like a smog of righteousness.
When someone gets sick, that kind of sick that doesn’t go away, the kind of repeated hospitalization and treatment that no middle class income gets close to paying, then you will understand faith. When there is nothing else to catch you, you will find yourself aiming for Trump’s arms.
But if he drops you, don’t blame him. He was looking at the stars, and that’s what you want from your captain.
The Germans have a word for a man like him. It means someone who goes into the forest before you, and makes a trail if there isn’t one already. He is the Wayfarer.
And yes, a new illness is like a dark forest you’re entering. As the path narrows, you don’t know if you’ll ever make it out. That is why we are making the forest great again.
It’s like when a pill is working for you but your insurance company tells you to try a cheaper pill. Take risks! It’s like when you go to the emergency room because your skin is covered in rashes, and you tell them you were itchy the day before, so your insurance company won’t cover the visit, because it was a pre-existing condition. See into the future!
You’re confused because you’re not an artist. The artist makes new worlds, so of course it’s unfamiliar to you, and you’re frightened. Trump’s vision comes to you like a severed ear in the post, a commitment to you so perfect that you can’t even comprehend it.
You didn’t know Healthcare was an art. You can’t see past the next bill that must be paid. That is why you need a visionary to lead you.
If we are truly honest with ourselves, we will sing the words of Don McLean to our Wayfarer:
This world was never
Meant for one
As beautiful as you.