During my childhood, I got sick often. Usually, it was during the winter months. I missed a lot of school because of it.  Mom was beside herself trying to keep me well. She had a whole army of home remedies for most of the things I got. Vicks Vapo-Rub on the chest, hot cloths wrapped around the throat, vapor inhalation treatment s of Vicks in super hot water; she tried them all. I suffered through them all, and survived in spite of it. She heard of a new treatment from a friend. Most likely, it was one of the nuns from Our Lady of Hungary.  Out of desperation, she experimented on me. The new torture was a regular diet of castor oil. For those of you have not tried castor oil, I suggest that you get some and try swallowing a shot glass full of the stuff. If you like it, call a psychiatrist immediately.

    I was not about to take the stuff without a fight. Mom had other plans. She could not stand to do nothing. Any idea was worth a try to keep her precious little Jun-e-or healthy.  I do not remember how she ever got me to sit in a chair for her because the mind blocks out terrible things that occur in a person’s life.  Thank God for that. The first time, I probably went for it until I tasted and felt the gooey stuff in my mouth. The second time became a battle. She literally had me held in the chair while she pinched my nose closed. Of course, I enjoyed breathing, and had to open my mouth to do so. When my mouth opened, a spoonful of castor oil flooded my throat, and her hand came up under my chin to close my jaw. I had to swallow.  After that try, she did not force me to take the stuff straight anymore. Instead, she put the oil into orange juice and forced me to drink the juice. It was still terrible.

     Thankfully, I outgrew many of the childhood diseases and became healthier in spite of Mom’s homeopathic treatments. I am positive that not even one of them worked, but they made Mom feel better because she thought she was doing something to help me.

     I am telling this story because I see a parallel between my experience as a boy, and the health care proposal that is currently on the table. My mother did not have a clue as to the benefits of castor oil on my health, but she believed it would help. She also felt good about doing something as opposed to doing nothing. The difference between my own health and the massive health care bill is I outgrew my problems.  The castor oil was limited to me, not the whole country. The health care plan will affect everyone, and it will stay with us forever. If you think we’ll be able to change health care later, just look all the ineffective governmental agencies that we implemented to take care of us: Department  of Homeland Security,  Department of Energy, Department of Education, FDA, the list is endless, and they never go away.

     Health Care will never go away either. We will just become more dependent on the government .  The actual care anyone gets will erode into something that is ineffectual and useless, but it will keep on costing a fortune. Do not let them shove it down our throats because it is better than doing nothing. That is bullshit. Doing anything instead of the right thing is a feel good solution for the implementer, and useless for the people who have to swallow it.