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When Conservatives Speak, The World Shakes Its Head
I tried to book a vaccination appointment today. But Toronto is taking a laid-back, leisurely, don’t sweat the small stuff approach to this whole pandemic boondoggle. It’s a big sigh of “whatever, mañana, dude, we’ll get to ya when we get to ya!”
Thanks! I guess.
I wonder if the city has taken its cue from Canada’s much-vaunted healthcare system — where you can have open-heart surgery for free even as your black teeth drop out because you can’t afford to get them checked more than once a decade. Dentistry isn’t covered unless, as I did, you ignore your impacted wisdom teeth until you have an infection in the jawbone, in which case you need an actual operation in a hospital, so, covered. What luck!
Our healthcare generally more and more resembles one of those ladies who, starting in Marlo Thomas mode with one adorable kitten keeping her company in her bachelorette pad, gradually lets things slide. Several decades later and still unmarried, she’s living in Carrie White’s childhood home, where the atmosphere of pure ammonia more closely resembles that of Mars, spending her days sitting on the toilet in a tattered silk bathrobe, calling dead relatives on a rotary-dial phone, and surrounded by sixty-five feral cats who are all just waiting for her to croak so…
