
So she lost the primary, and won't be moving to DC (unless it's to crash parties), but here, for posterity, is the quote that will live in infamy:
“You know, before we all started having health care, in the olden days our grandparents, they would bring a chicken to the doctor, they would say I’ll paint your house. I mean, that’s the old days of what people would do to get health care with your doctors. Doctors are very sympathetic people. I’m not backing down from that system.”
My co-pay, just to see my doctor, is $15. It's $20 for a specialist.
So, let's say I have a bona fide case of Louisiana Lightning, and they send me to a specialist, such as Dr Willie Stasick, Dr Pepper, or the noted Russian urologist, Dr Cutchanoodleoff. For $19.99, the doctor and his entire staff can have lunch

The other day, during my annual physical, as the doctor's staff gazed in rapt amusement, seeing the EKG needles flying around like a Southern California seismology printout, we took time out from shuffling through the reams of reports sent in by neurologists, spine surgeons and nerve-block specialists to have a go at the paint

Crazy thing: that's my doctor's name: Dr Chip Samples. What a nutty and colorful world. Thanks vermillion for being in it with me. I'll be cyan you later.
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