Raina Fisher

Through the Looking Glass

A heartfelt black-and-white ad flashes across the screen. Former Vice President Joe Biden, the Democratic presidential candidate, takes us for a walk down memory lane.

He talks about the day he had to be sworn into the U.S. Senate in a hospital. An image pops up of him in a room, leaning over his two little boys, who lay broken in a bed after being in the same car crash that took the life of his wife and daughter.

He says he couldn’t imagine what it would’ve been like for him if he didn’t have coverage for them.

Fast-forward to his son, Bo, who dies of cancer. He kept his insurance until he took his final breath.

He couldn’t fathom what he would have done if the insurance company had the power to drop him in those last months of his life — the hub is that Obama Care is personal to him.

Jump to today: the plague steals center stage. He zooms in on the president and hopes that we will see a Jack the Ripper in hot pursuit to carve out this health care in the middle of a pandemic; to be sure, it chaps his hide.

He emphasizes his belief that every American deserves to have access to health care they can afford.

Now the clip segues to full color: Biden stands in front of a huge American flag-draped wall — he is not wearing the mask that he had on in most of the present-day scenes.

The bold Biden-Harris tag is plugged in the bottom of the screen, so he didn’t mix the name on the top of the ticket up, this time. He wants you to know that he is Joe Biden, and he gives his thumbs up for this message.

There is no way to deny that his story tugs at your core. That said, the root of it is so flawed. It has more holes in it than a whiffle ball does.

And the note strums a personal tune for me, too. The cobwebs may ensnare the halls of my memories, yet in spite of the many seasons as have slipped away since, I suffer on by day and night, from the trauma of the injuries I sustained in a near-fatal wreck.

A few years down the road, I fell in the “gap” with others who were not able to be insured. Obama Care did have a token gift to give; in lieu of coverage, I won the grand prize of a tax-exempt ID number. How tone deaf can one person be?

Biden is trying to push a bid for this Affordable Health Care. Well, the name is a misnomer for a start; back then, the premiums alone took a chunk of change out of your paycheck.

Be that as it may, it won’t take long for “afford” to resonate even louder for folks when Biden brings the individual mandate back to the fold.

And, if you do not recall the tall tale told about being able to keep the doctor you like — you cannot.

In 2018, Democrats made it their mission to convince the people that a Republican is just an Angel of Death who is keen to slash coverage from all who have a chronic ailment.

Rep Dan Crenshaw, R-Texas, touched on it as the big lie. They yearn to resolve the problem, too. But they have gone down a different path in search of an answer.

Choice is key to them, as in a tailor-made plan. He unveiled a part of this new initiative:

He touts direct primary care as being the doctor/patient relationship minus the government bureaucrat and the insurance company, which stand in the way of most Americans hindering them from being able to gain the proper course of medical treatment.

The web they weave now is bound to them being counter to lower drug cost. The drug companies snubbed the offer to negotiate with the president.

So, with a flick of a wrist and stroke of the pen, he signed the most-favored nation decree. Though we have been the largest purchaser, it marks the first time that we will get dibs on the best price. My new policy guide for next year reflects a trim in cost and a co-pay decrease.

On top of that, he signaled the need to move the drug supply chain back to Puerto Rico at a Latinos for Trump roundtable.

The island flourished at one time. But all the factories, which once flocked there, had to peal out in droves when Congress opted to phase the tax breaks out.

The Chinese Communist Party swooped down to fill the void and make the pills, the bottles that line the shelves, as well as the cabinet.

For them, it is a tool that they can and do use as a bargaining chip or, worse yet, as a whip to keep us on our knees — sort of like the slaves forced to stitch Nike shoes.

Tennessee did not take part in the expansion of Medicaid, so by and large, those who earn below poverty level do not qualify.

All the while, Biden had the chance to try to force the states to expand. But he wouldn’t do it, or he couldn’t.

With that in mind, what makes him think that he can do it now? It begs the question of why we ought to believe he has the will to follow through with the same promises that he broke while he was in office.

He has a tongue so slick he could be head coach to the most schooled stool pigeon. And when it comes to sealed lips, he is the gold medalist of mum’s the word.

No one can coax him or pry them open. They are going to have to vote for him first, and then he will spill the beans. The irony of it is that it’s on par with what they did to pass Obama Care.

It’s as if they had to sneak a peek on the last page of some clandestine tale of murder: the death of health care.

But, we don’t need them to give us a clue to know who “done” it: all we have to do is take a trip back in time to catch a glimpse of Biden, in the Hall, on the Hill with a battle axe.

The novel may not unfold the way it did, and yet, in the end, he is who holds the cudgel.

 

RAINA FISHER is a child activist, writer and psychologist writing a memoir on parental alienation. She lives on County Home Road near Paris; her email address is rainafisher@hotmail.com.

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