RIP sweet angel..you will never be forgotten!
Amen.
What a sad day...first we get Benedict McCain’s betrayal .... essentially pushing the same socialized medicine that killed sweet Charlie.
Beyond depressing.
May Charlie rest in the arms of our Savior.
May all of those who neglected care on him...and countless others (including those who wish 0Care upon this great nation) be dealt with, accordingly.
A very sad day, Jane.
Amen. Jane Amen.
I can see bumper stickers now to condemn the Nazi NHS for the cruel extermination of the baby Charlie Gard. The NHS should be held accountable forever.
Yes, Amen.
I’m just unable to type anything else right now.
Such unspeakable cruelty was shown to his innocent infant of God’s.
“What a sad day...first we get Benedict McCain’s betrayal .... essentially pushing the same socialized medicine that killed sweet Charlie.
Beyond depressing.
May Charlie rest in the arms of our Savior.
May all of those who neglected care on him...and countless others (including those who wish 0Care upon this great nation) be dealt with, accordingly.”
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Yes. When Sen. McCain first traveled to DC from AZ, I thought it was an amazing, wonderful thing, that he had made the effort to vote with his party and President, even though he is sick.
Now it turns out he made the effort for other reasons entirely.
There is a reason that people travel hundreds or even thousands of miles, sometimes illegally, to get health care in the United States. And yet the left wants to inflict long lines, interminable waiting lists, etc., on people.
My two children were born in Denver. When they got sick, I could call the pediatrician in the morning and have them seen on the same day, with a thing called ... *gasp* ... an appointment!!!
That does not happen up here in Canada. You have to go to the emergency room and wait. I know because I had to take my 18 month-old daughter to one when she had an ear infection; I sat in a waiting room with a crying baby from 10 a.m. until well into the evening.
I only got service after I complained; no one had been called for probably two hours (at least). I went up to the reception and said, in my broken French, “What’s going on? The doctor hasn’t called anybody in a very long time!”
She said, “The doctor is having dinner.”
I said, “This is a hospital! Are you telling me there are no other doctors available??”
Then I turned around to the crowd and said, “Why do you people put up with this treatment? It is ridiculous.” And my French was not that good at the time. People were suffering in that waiting room, but no one said a darn thing.
What do you know...the line started moving and my daughter was seen within 15 minutes of my horrible American outburst.