Don’t want that baby? Kill it before it’s born. Or if you’re Obama, after it survives the abortion.
Don’t feel like life’s worth living? How about some assisted suicide?
Want to cut healthcare costs? Establish death panels to decide who gets healthcare and who gets sent home to die. At least that’s what the former governor of Colorado, “Dick” Lamm, said needed to be done in a recent opinion piece for the Denver Post.
Of course, he didn’t actually use the term “death panel.” Instead, he used a word he thought was more palatable, “rationing.” Unfortunately for the sick, the result is the same.
We must recognize that no matter how we organize or how we fund health care, we can never catch up with the volcanic rise in health care costs. Such recognition leads to a whole new way of thinking. Health expert Reinhardt Priester says, “Providers should not do everything that maximizes benefit in an individual patient, since doing so may interfere with the ability of other patients to obtain basic services.” This is a whole new way of thinking that is unpopular but also inevitable.
Translation? We shouldn’t try to improve the “quantity” of days in one person’s life when we can improve the “quality” of someone else’s. Sounding eerily similar to Ebenezer Scrooge, Governor Death said those very words:
But there is more. We should shift our emphasis from quantity of life to the quality of life. If we put death in perspective and use fewer desperate measures to extend life, we would free up money to spend on improving the quality of our lives.
Ebenezer Scrooge said it this way – “Perhaps they should die and decrease the surplus population.” Governor Death would be proud.
Of course, there’s no mention about who will make these decisions, but it seems like the perfect job for one of those fictitious death panels, doesn’t it?
This isn’t the governor’s first rodeo when it comes to this topic. When he was still governor in 1984, he created quite a firestorm when he said essentially the same thing, without the politically correct “budget” excuse:
Mr. Lamm provided excerpts from the 1984 speech, in which he spoke philosophically about the terminally ill of any age, about the extraordinary costs of high-technology medicine and about the ability of medical science to stave off death far beyond considerations of quality of life.
Have you noticed his frequent use of the phrase “quality” when discussing healthcare decisions? How does one go about deciding what a quality life looks like?
Does Stephen Hawking live a quality life? In hindsight, you might say yes, but what if “Dick” had his way when Hawking contracted life-threatening pneumonia a few years after he was diagnosed with the disease that would eventually take away all of his motor skills? Considering that he was only supposed to survive a few years after the diagnosis, is it possible that they would have sent him home to die?
What about Helen Keller? When she contacted the disease that would result in her going deaf and blind, would Dick and his liberal friends have decided that she couldn’t live a quality life and deny her healthcare?
Isn’t a person’s life a quality life when the world ends up a better place as a result of the fact that the life existed? Stephen Hawking’s and Helen Keller’s lives would seem to be proof that the answer to that question is “yes.”
How can a death panel, or whatever you want to call it, know the impact a life can have on the world?
Americans should be concerned that this type of argument is becoming more and more common, particularly when you consider that Obamacare has already been used to fund studies that recommend that organ transplants go to younger patients over the elderly so that Uncle Sam has a chance to recoup his investment.
Not to mention how Obama’s “end of life counseling” provision to Medicare – which he added by adminstrative fiat after it was removed from the original version of Obamacare – opens the door for those non-existent death panels.
Do you think “Dick” is a Blue Oyster Cult fan?
All our times have come
Here but now they’re gone
Seasons don’t fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are
Come on baby… Don’t fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand… Don’t fear the Reaper
We’ll be able to fly… Don’t fear the Reaper
Baby I’m your man…
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