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My apologies to international readers. A few colleagues of mine in this country are pressing me to reveal the future outcome of the health care legislation debate that dominates the local news because politicians can use this time to negotiate other deals more important to them in the short-term. As I've told my distinguished colleagues many times, I have already revealed the future on this one many times.
Do you understand how a satirical novel works? The plot turns back on itself and reveals that it is a living corpse within a tragicomedy that breaks down into sad but funny subplots which all point back to the original plot as if none of them existed in the first place. The best satirical novel in the world will reveal that the readers did not exist until they became players within the novel who see themselves reading themselves being formed and unformed at the same time. A reader becomes the novel and then they both go away to reappear in pieces and parts in the fantastical creations of other works of art (and life that imitated art and art that imitated life and life that imitated art that imitated life and...) that have and will not have existed at any point in time.
Universal health care in a nutshell, you see? No matter how they font the title or backlight the leading actors' faces, the facts remain the same - they will appear as you before your eyes and when you see yourself, they (and you) disappear just as suddenly, absorbed into everything around you as if they already existed in the first place.
So, pick your favorite poison. Rising costs. Rising liabilities. Rising expenses. Rising assets. Rising coverage. Rising dough. Cooked books. Less coverage. More coverage. Fewer doctors. More doctoring. More patients. Less patience. It will all turn out to be the same.
That's the funny thing about the Book of the Future. Simple predictions for complex scenarios. Different futures for the same future. I'll see you in the same place we agreed not to meet. It won't be us we run into, anyway. But we'll be there just the same. After all, your reading of the disclaimer proved the point you'll read anything, including words that never existed, except in the future that's not going to happen because we left it to relive the past we can't go back to.
Just like before.
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