Michele Bachman Thinks Loss of Life and Destruction is a Joke

I really don’t have a good understanding of how presidential campaigns work now. Maybe it’s one of those things that marks me as an older person, but I remember when I was growing up that presidential campaigns were all about proving to the the people of the United States that you were the most qualified person to be the next one to sit in the Oval Office and assume the role of the President of the United States. It was not a job to be taken lightly, nor is it a job to be taken lightly now — and yet some of the people running for the office now think that the life of the people they hope to elect them is worthless.

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Til Sick Days Do Us Part

This week I have been dealing with my mortality. Is being in good health an inalienable right or not?
I found it pressing to learn in America many people are not allowed paid Sick Days even if they are full time employees. If you get sick on the job, you go to the job and you do the job.

The reality, for a surprising percentage of the U.S. population, is more like the 19th century. Nearly half of all full-time private sector workers in the U.S. get no paid sick days. None. If one of those workers woke up with excruciating pains in his or her chest and had to be rushed to a hospital — well, no pay for that day.

For many of these workers, the cost of an illness could be the loss of their job.
The situation is ridiculous for those in the lowest quarter of U.S. wage earners. Nearly 80 percent of those workers — the very ones who can least afford to lose a day’s pay — get no paid sick days at all.

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Confessing Mortality: The Rusting Cast-Iron Stomach

As we grow older, our bodies fail us. The immortality of our youth is replaced by the recognition of decay and decline all around us. Where once we could see, we now need brighter lights and more magnification. Where once we could run, we now stumble down the block and shuffle up the stairs. Where once our recall was immediate, we now ponder a moment before replying.

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