You Want To Be A Health Insurer

Well, you have decided that what you really want to do in life is insure people for their health. You have done due diligence by researching the market and by golly you want some of all that money the big execs get. Yessiree, that's for you. Ummm, maybe.

First of all, it is one HIGHLY regulated industry. The Feds have all kinds of rules to control your enthusiasm for profits. And what they don't do the individual STATE has their own set of rules to follow. Ug, all that paperwork. Adds to the overhead.

Second, it is gonna take one huge chunk of change to get started. Claims have to be serviced long before you get enough from premiums to pay for that, which in fact, they NEVER do. You best be one heck of a good investor as well.

Third, you really want to put up with all the complaining and Congressional subpoenas before cameras just to slam your good name you once had? Really?

Finally, the Government now wants to compete with you! Let's see how that works. They make all the rules. They print all the money. They can operate at a loss for years, decades, hell, centuries!

Better not go into this business after all. It'll just be single payer, the tax payer pays and pays and pays. You have your good name to protect see?

The Flagpole

The light was almost gone now. The low slung and pregnant clouds could not be blamed for blocking the light. The sun was setting and was just winking a curvaceous slice of brilliance at the underbelly of the cloud cover. The reds and blood orange colors contrasted upon the black clouds and threw a few rays at the figure. The wind began to howl.

Upon the left cheek of the face of the figure a flash of almost neon red briefly escaped to the wind. The refracted light was quickly extinguished with the full setting of the sun. What had caused it? A closer look would have revealed a small tear. The figure was crying. His lower lip quivered ever so slightly. Dark descends on the land.

The man, the figure, continues his duties. The wind from the fast approaching front began to whip his pants legs. The rain would come soon. He had to hurry.

Suddenly a new light of brilliant yellows and platinum whites are cast upon the clouds. Again and again it happens before the first reports of the guns reaches the ears of the man at the flagpole. He shakes his head. He stamps his feet. He continues to strike the Colors from the flagpole. He has to complete his task. He is the last Patriot.

For you see, it is the army of the progressives attacking the last enclave of conservatives. Soon the enclave will be no more because there is no hope of getting reinforcements. The man at the flagpole will die tonight and the Colors will be struck as a free flag no more. The struggle for a free life is done.

The guns go silent. The army is successful. No more dissent will be heard. The quiet is deafening. Darkness covers the land. The new Dark Age begins.