how can it be a right?

On the campaign trail in Lewiston, Maine, Hillary Clinton made the following statement:

“I am the only candidate left in this race on either side who is committed to universal health care,” she said. “It is a core value, it is a human right. It is not a privilege.”

Like hell, Hillary. 

There can be no such thing as a right to something that necessitates a fiscal obligation on the part of another individual.

How can you have a “right” to free health care?  If you have a right to see the doctor free of charge, it means that the doctor has the obligation to work for you free of charge.  It means that the doctor is effectively your slave.

Now, I know that the folks who actually support that harebrained “universal health care” scheme will point out that the doctor will, in fact, get paid–with taxpayer money.  That, however, doesn’t solve the dilemma of involuntary servitude–it just shifts the burden to someone else.  In short, if you have a “right” to free health care, other people have the duty to provide it.  Just because you spread the cost among a hundred million people doesn’t mean that this duty goes away, it just gets spread around.

On the subject, I saw a cute bumpersticker today while I was out shopping for groceries.  It said:

HILLARY ’08–CIVIL WAR ’09

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5 thoughts on “how can it be a right?

  1. “HILLARY ‘08–CIVIL WAR ‘09”

    Please, oh please, send some down this way.

    I’ve NEVER put bumper stickers on my truck, but this one, I think I could make an exception.

  2. CrankyProf says:

    Well, she has the right to spend YOUR money in any way she sees fit.

    After all, this is the candidate who actually said — in an open speech! –“We’re going to take things away from you for the common good.”

    Something for nothing plays well in politics, and 31% of the electorate has figured out that they will get “free money” if they vote for her. The rest of us will be in our own version of the workhouse.

  3. lenf says:

    Marko and guests, forgive the length of this post, but we’re talking about pork here, and shouldn’t skimp. I wrote this 10 or 12 years ago when I was involved with a couple of pigs…

    “If you see a hog, kick it.
    It’s either out, has been out,
    or is thinking about getting out.”

    Yes, they do think. Or so I am told. “Very intelligent”… “Smarter than dogs”.

    Well, useful animals. Self sufficient. Omnivorous. Able to metabolize almost anything that lives or once lived. A large digestive system and an equally large body to carry it around. Hams and hocks. Not to mention insulin and sow’s ears.

    A pig none the less. A hardy, efficient food machine. Nothing wasted either on them or from them. In the heyday of the family pig, literally every part of the animal was used “everything but the squeal”. I’ve heard that an ideal pot greaser can be made from a square of hide and fat cut from the base of the tail. The tail being the handle.

    That other white meat doesn’t inspire Aaron Copeland suites. Not for lack of flavor or variety you understand. You will never taste a sweeter, moister chop than you will from a home raised pig. The roasts and tenderloins can be eaten two or three times a week with satisfaction. The fat is white and smooth and sometimes so soft that it can be crushed with your tongue against the roof of your mouth. A list of recipes for trimmings and sausage would have no end, and while some require cultural indoctrination and a taste developed in innocent childhood (blood sausage or head cheese for example), most are wonderful. There aren’t enough ribs.

    But the bacon, oh the bacon. Much maligned by the cholesterophobic, vilified by those who know only its weak cousin wrapped in plastic in the supermarket. It is the manna, the essential stuff of the pig, nay, the essential stuff of life. You may think that I exaggerate or that my senses have been impaired by reduced circulation to certain regions of my brain. But until you have experienced true bacon; from a home fed pig, cured with the rind on, in finely ground salt and brown sugar, at 39°F for two weeks and then smoked with maple wood for twenty four hours at 100°F, sliced thick and then slowly browned. Until you have been there you cannot know, truly know, the happiness, contentment and serenity that flows from a side of bacon hanging in your cellarway, and also know that if anything I understate its importance in the grand scheme of things.

    Only time and patience are needed. I built a smokehouse in a weekend from ‘stuff I had laying around’ and it stands like a shrine at the edge of my woods. Many quiet fall nights find me watching the sky and feeding the fire. Bacon and hams and turkeys. It’s kept me from mischief.

    The pigs downfall then isn’t in what it provides. It’s an attitude problem. Watch the way they walk, the careless shrug of the shoulders, the way they watch you. Don’t look too deeply into their eyes. You may think with some guilt that you will soon pack them into the freezer, wrapped in white paper, to be eaten at your whim. The shock comes when you realize that they are quietly considering the size and tenderness of your butt. Right now, and not later, without any guilt at all. Oh we shouldn’t look, we may see ourselves.

    There is an old story about a farmer who after feeding his pigs, has a heart attack and falls in the pen. When their grist is finished, the pigs eat him. Yes, a good reputation is gained by many actions and lost by one.

    Now a goat in that same situation will eat your pants. Sheep will walk all over you.
    Chickens will peck you bloody.
    But a cow, a cow will lick your face. The Bovine is deeply concerned with your well being and knows that your fortune and theirs are intertwined. They need you and they know it. Long long ago, the ancestors of the modern cow met man. Great, shaggy, long horned Auroch cattle and hairy men with sticks and stones. At the time, the cattle had a slight advantage in reasoning and figured “if you can’t beat them, join them”. And so they guaranteed their survival and created ‘Herdsmen’. A bovine insurance policy for the survival of the fittest. It was one of the last decisions they had to make. Forget all that stuff I said about bacon. Buy a good cow. I know of a pair of Milking Shorthorns, three years old. Len.

  4. Fritz says:

    Yeah, there are a lot of entitlements that go by the name of “rights” these days — a “right to food”, “right to shelter”, etc. We cope with them because, as my rather crass son says, “bodies on the street lower the tone of the place”.

    A right to free health care, however, is going to be all sorts of fun. We can predict how much food and shelter cost to supply. But there is no practical limit to how much health care people can use. No matter what limit you come up with, some people would benefit by having more. Can you really argue that, in a world with free health care, the government should not pay for 3-times-a-year dental cleaning?

    Since the demand for health care in, in practical terms, infinite, something has to choke it down. If not ability to pay, then multi-year waiting lines, a la Britain.

  5. sasu says:

    The problem with free health care, or free anything in fact, is that there is no limit to demand side, but there are always (natural) limits on the supply side. Something has to give.

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