I can’t speak for everyone. All I know is that every time I notice the deduction in my paycheck that’s going toward my health insurance, I’ll be thinking of this. Same with when I have to pay a co-pay despite having said-insurance. Or when I get a text from the urgent care, months after my visit, telling me I still have “a balance” to resolve…
Really, there is no shortage of reminders for many of us. As long as the system keeps squeezing us, we will have plenty of reminders.
Literally paid an ER bill, then months later got a bill for the exact amount I paid on the night I was there. I’m just not paying medical bills anymore fuck this. Make it make sense.
Well, something isn’t going to stop burning. Remember, when Brian Robert Thompson hit the pavement, he didn’t stop falling. He fell, and fell, and fell, right into the gaping maw of the Pit of Hell itself.
The man died utterly unrepentant for mass murder. On the morning of his death, he was on his way to a conference, a conference where he planned to openly celebrate the record profits he earned from all the people he killed.
If that isn’t enough to Damn a soul for all eternity, I don’t know what is.
But will it be sustained? Or burn out?
Mainstream media will try to move it to the next news cycle to be forgotten. We will keep the flame lit ourselves.
I can’t speak for everyone. All I know is that every time I notice the deduction in my paycheck that’s going toward my health insurance, I’ll be thinking of this. Same with when I have to pay a co-pay despite having said-insurance. Or when I get a text from the urgent care, months after my visit, telling me I still have “a balance” to resolve…
Really, there is no shortage of reminders for many of us. As long as the system keeps squeezing us, we will have plenty of reminders.
Literally paid an ER bill, then months later got a bill for the exact amount I paid on the night I was there. I’m just not paying medical bills anymore fuck this. Make it make sense.
Well, something isn’t going to stop burning. Remember, when Brian Robert Thompson hit the pavement, he didn’t stop falling. He fell, and fell, and fell, right into the gaping maw of the Pit of Hell itself.
The man died utterly unrepentant for mass murder. On the morning of his death, he was on his way to a conference, a conference where he planned to openly celebrate the record profits he earned from all the people he killed.
If that isn’t enough to Damn a soul for all eternity, I don’t know what is.