When I think of the problems that will occur for the common man because of the November 8, 2016 election, nothing is more pronounced than the problems coming with regards to healthcare.
Healthcare is one-sixth of the American economy. Before Obamacare, the rate increases were going out of control. We had millions of Americans who were uninsured.
Millions stuck in worthless policies with high deductibles.
Millions uninsurable because they had pre-existing conditions. The list of what qualified as a pre-existing condition was as long as your arm.
Routinely, a serious illness meant BANKRUPTCY for a family.
Then, there was the problem of if you had a certain kind of illness, you were going to run out of the benefits for the policy long before you died.
This is the world of insurance before Obamacare.
What has happened since the passage of Obamacare?
20 million Americans have gained insurance.
You could not be turned down for pre-existing conditions.
There is no ‘running of out benefits’.
You don’t have to worry about becoming bankrupt if you get sick.
The percentage of Americans without insurance has plummeted to 9%, and would be even lower, if the GOP Sociopaths who are Governors would expand Medicaid.
This is what they have wrought.
From The New York Times
Life in Obamacare’s Dead Zone
Excluded from the Affordable Care Act because of
politics, thousands of poor Americans grapple with the
toll — physical and psychological — of being uninsured.
By INARA VERZEMNIEKS
DEC. 6, 2016
In the Riverview Gardens apartment complex, roused by the sounds of her neighbors waking, Janet Foy stepped over the anatomy-and-physiology textbook she fell asleep reading and vowed to herself that today would be the day she finally came back to life. That today she could start reclaiming some of the confidence she once felt when she stood onstage at church and sang about forgiveness and redemption and You who make all things new. At 56, Foy was broke, jobless and living with her older sister in public housing in Kansas City, Mo., and she didn’t feel much like singing anymore.
Recently, she had been told by a manager at a Victoria’s Secret that there was no need to leave her résumé. But not too long ago, she wanted me to know, she was pulling in $1,000 a week at a Merle Norman makeup store, helping other people look and feel their best. But then she took in her brother to try to help him overcome an addiction, and soon she was pulled under financially as he spiraled out of control. She would show up to work too overwhelmed and exhausted to make any sales, and had to dip into her savings until that was gone. She begged to borrow against her next paycheck but eventually lost her apartment and moved into a friend’s spare room.
How are you holding up? people would ask. I’m good, girl, she would say. Praise the Lord! But inside, she felt like the sci-fi movies she had seen in which “a person becomes encapsulated,” suspended between consciousness and oblivion.
Finally, on the phone with her sister one night, she broke down: I’m not right, I feel like I am dying.
“She was always the steady one,” her sister, Karen Smith Walker, says. “The one who could solve any problem. Always with a book. Always studying.” But now, after years of living with this desperation, Foy didn’t know how to find her way through it anymore.
“I tried to get Obamacare,” Foy recalls. “I called the number, and when the woman told me what it would cost me, I just about dropped the phone. She told me I’d needed to make at least $12,000 a year for there to be any help to make it something I might be able to afford. Which still doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, even now, that having no money meant I got no help when I really needed it.”
She also learned that she could not expect any help from Medicaid, which in her home state remained available only if you fit the criteria sometimes known by the shorthand “poor and” — poor and pregnant, poor and disabled. As a single childless woman, she could forget about it. There was no going to a doctor, even if she felt, as she put it, “like I was falling to pieces inside.”
But then one day she found herself sobbing in front of a nurse and a social worker, members of a team dispatched by the local safety-net clinic to embed themselves in the lives of the uninsured residents of the apartment complex where Foy lived — a grass-roots, door-to-door, last-ditch effort to reach those who would otherwise, as one resident delicately put it, “remain S.O.L.” The team, part of a program called Community-Centered Care, or C3, developed by the Samuel U. Rodgers Clinic of Kansas City in partnership with the Housing Authority of Kansas City and the Truman Medical Center, used their collective expertise to help the uninsured come up with creative interventions for their health concerns, beyond relying on a regimen of studious neglect supplemented with panicked, bankrupting visits to the E.R. Some days that meant knocking on apartment doors and offering on-the-spot blood-pressure readings. Other days it meant arranging for guest speakers to come and lead on-site classes about reducing stress or cooking nutritiously with limited ingredients.
No one should have to live like this.
And, this is what the the Republicans want us to go back to.
They couldn’t take one vote on the Jobs Bill.
But, they voted to repeal Obamacare over 50 times.
This woman’s story. Multiply it by millions. The human destruction that will follow.
That is what they will do.
They HAVE nothing to replace it.
Nothing that will cover as many people as Obamacare does.
Nothing that will cover people with the depth that Obamacare does.
Nothing that will provide the amount of medical coverage in its policies as Obamacare does.
They will read Ms. Foy’s story, and give you all sorts of reasons why Medicaid expansion in her state would be terrible.
They do not care.
People will die because of an Obamacare repeal.
They do not care.
And, somehow, we, on the other side, are supposed to find ‘ common ground’ with these people?
They do not care, and want to turn millions others into Ms. Foy.
There IS NO COMPROMISING with that.