How to Explain the Health Care Law

How to get a free houseA friend sent me the following story which does a fantastic job of describing our current health care conundrum to those who don’t quite “get” it:

Want A Free House?

I was in my  neighborhood restaurant this morning and was seated behind a group of  jubilant individuals celebrating the coming implementation of the health care  bill.  I could not finish my breakfast.  This is what ensued:
    
They were a diverse group of several races and both sexes.  I heard the  young man exclaim, “Isn’t Obama like Jesus Christ?  I mean, after all,  he is healing the sick.”  The young woman enthusiastically proclaimed,  “Yeah, and he does it for free.  I cannot believe anyone would think  that a free market would work for health care.  Another said, ‘The  stupid Republicans want us all to starve to death so they can inherit all of  the power.  Obama should be made a Saint for what he did for those of us  less fortunate.”  

At this, I had more than enough.  I arose from my seat,  mustering all the restraint I could find, and approached their table. “Please  excuse me; may I impose upon you for one moment?”  They smiled and  welcomed me to the conversation.  I stood at the end of their table,  smiled as best I could and began an experiment.
    
“I would like to give one of you my house.  It will cost you no money and I will pay all of the expenses and taxes for as long as you live there.  Anyone interested?”  They looked at each other in astonishment.  “Why would you do something like that?” asked a young man, “There isn’t  anything for free in this world.”  They began to laugh at me, as they  did not realize this man had just made my point.  “I am serious, I will  give you my house for free, no money whatsoever.  Anyone interested?”  In unison, a resounding “Hell Yeah” fills the room. 

“Since there are too many of you, I will have to make a choice as to who receives this money-free bargain.”  I noticed an elderly couple was  paying attention to the spectacle unfolding before their eyes, the old man  shaking his head in apparent disgust.  I continued –  “I tell you what; I will give it to the one of you most willing to obey my rules.”  Again, they looked at  one another, an expression of bewilderment on their faces.  The perky  young woman asked, “What are the rules?” 

I smiled and said, “I don’t  know.  I have not yet defined them.  
However, it is a free home  that I offer you.”  They giggled amongst themselves, the youngest of  which said, “What an old coot.  He must be crazy to give away his home.  Go take your meds, old man.”  I smiled and leaned into the table a bit  further.  “I am serious, this is a legitimate offer.” They gaped  at me for a moment.
   
“I’ll take it you old fool.  Where are the keys?” boasted the youngest  among them.  “Then I presume you accept ALL of my terms then?” I asked.  The elderly couple seemed amused and entertained as they watched from the  privacy of their table.  “Oh hell yeah!  Where do I sign up?” I took a napkin and wrote, “I give this man my home, without the burden of  financial obligation, so long as he accepts and abides by the terms that I  shall set forth upon consummation of this transaction.”  I signed it and  handed it to the young man who eagerly scratched out his signature. 

“Where are the keys to my new house?” he asked in a mocking tone of voice.  All eyes were upon us as I stepped back from the table, pulling the keys from  pocket and dangling them before the excited new homeowner.
    
“Now that we have entered into this binding contract, witnessed by all of  your friends, I have decided upon the conditions

you are obligated to adhere  from this point forward.  You may only live in the house for one hour a  day.  You will not use anything inside of the home.  You will obey  me without question or resistance.  I expect complete loyalty and  admiration for this gift I bestow upon you. You will accept my commands  and wishes with enthusiasm, no matter the nature.  Your morals and  principles shall be as mine.  You will vote as I do, think as I do and  do it with blind faith.  These are my terms.  Here are your keys.”  I reached the keys forward and the young man looked at me dumbfounded.
  
“Are you out of your mind?  Who would ever agree to those ridiculous terms?” the young man appeared irritated. 

“You did when you signed this  contract before reading it, understanding it and with the full knowledge that I would provide my conditions only after you committed to the agreement.”  The elderly man chuckled as his wife tried to restrain him.  I was  looking at a now silenced and bewildered group of people.  

“You can shove that stupid deal up your a** old man, I want no part of it” exclaimed  the now infuriated young man. 

‘You have committed to the contract, as witnessed by all of  your friends; you cannot get out of the deal unless I agree to it.  I do  not intend to let you free now that I have you ensnared.  

I am the power  you agreed to.  I am the one you blindly and without thought chose to  enslave yourself to. In short, I am your Master.”  

At this, the  table of celebrating individuals became a unified group against the  unfairness of the deal.

After a few moments of unrepeatable comments and slurs, I revealed my true  intent.  “What I did to you is what this administration and congress did  to you with the health care legislation.  I easily suckered you in and  then revealed the real cost of the bargain.  Your folly was in the  belief that you can have something you did not earn; that you are entitled  to, and that which you did not earn; that you willingly allowed someone else to think for you.  

Your failure to research, study and inform yourself  permitted reason to escape you.  You have entered into a trap from which  you cannot flee.  Your only chance of freedom is if your new Master gives  it to you.  A freedom that is given can also be taken away; therefore,  it is not freedom.”  

With that, I tore up the napkin and placed it  before the astonished young man.  “This is the nature of your new health  care legislation.” 

I turned away to leave these few in thought and contemplation and was  surprised by applause. The elderly gentleman, who was clearly  entertained, shook my hand enthusiastically and said, 

“Thank you Sir, these  kids don’t understand Liberty.”  He refused to allow me to pay my bill as he said, “You  earned this one, it is an honor to pick up the tab.”  I shook his hand  in thanks, leaving the restaurant somewhat humbled, and sensing a glimmer of  hope for my beloved country.

Use reason, Remember,  four boxes  keep us free:  the soap box, the ballot box, the jury box, and the cartridge box.

A bit dated, since we have already moved into the house, but still an interesting way to enlighten those who need to understand the full impact of the decisions they make (and those they praise) in ignorance.

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