in England. Not here in the good old U.S. of A. Here it's $148 for that prescription of a highly popular cholesterol lowering agent.

But, you say, maybe that's just for that particular drug. Nope. Doesn't matter how newfangled a drug is. In England it's $12.

Yeah, but they must have some expensive health care system over there, right? Nope, again. Per person they spend about half what we do in the U.S.

What about the horror stories? The rationing, the death squads? The people in the UK seem quite happy—only 1 in 10 people think there's something deeply wrong with their system. In the U.S. it is 1 in 3 people. And they're right.

Maybe the argument has been high jacked in favor of the insurance industry? Perhaps.

With all the money we're currently spending, you'd think we'd be all as healthy as newborn babes (babes born in England anyway; babes born in the U.S. don't often aren't quite so lucky), but sadly we're not.

So where's all the money going if not to true, make-a-difference health care? Remember: our system is made for profits. If your insurance doesn't make a profit then your premiums go up and you care gets rationed. And think of all the different companies with all their administrators and bureaucrats and their salaries and pensions. That's a lot of people to pay. Nothing to do with health but…

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