From this article regarding Terry Pratchett donating $1 million for Alzheimer’s research comes this little gem of socialist care:
Mr Pratchett is paying for the Alzheimer’s drug Aricept because the NHS says he is too young to get it for free.
Once he’s older, senile, and beyond help, they will happily hand him the drugs he won’t need at that point for free.
I’m sure, of course, that Mr. Pratchett has little problem paying for the drugs, given his successful writing career. However, what about the (theoretical) 59 year old dockhand who is also suffering?
I guess the NHS is betting that by the time he’s old enough, he won’t even remember wanting Aricept at all. Classy.
[Pratchett] told the conference he is prepared to go to extreme lengths in order to beat the disease.
He said: “Personally, I’d eat the arse out of a dead mole if it offered a fighting chance.
It certainly offers more of one than the NHS.
There’s a slogan for them!
Your NHS: No Better Than the Arse of a Dead Mole!
At least we’d finally see truth in advertising.