Sicko

Although Michael Moore put this movie out such a long time ago, I finally got the chance to watch it earlier today. Until watching this movie, I never understood the severity of the U.S health care system.
I'm not winter's biggest fan and I used to always say that within the next ten years I’d be living in a sunny southern state somewhere, and I’d nonchalantly joke that paying for health care is a small price to pay for no more winters. That was my attitude until watching this movie. It seems that even in the U.S those who are covered can be denied care if they had a yeast infection ten years ago when they were a teenager!
I was mortified at the confessions of one health official when she revealed that she denied a man a life saving operation that all in an effort to save the company a half of a million dollars. When was a price ever put on a life? How have American’s gone so far as to killing their own just to save money? Yet they wonder why so many countries despise them?! This isn’t a blog about American bashing, because on any given long weekend, this Canadian can be found on a quest across the boarder all in an effort to snag the latest fashions at a fraction of the cost when compared to the prices back home. The health care problem in America is just swept under the rug; we all know its still there because the carpet is lumpy! Yet American’s ride around on this high horse as if they are better than the rest, they’re so patriotic yet so selfish. How dare Bush try and invade another country when problems like this still linger at home?
This movie showed me that America’s biggest dirty little secret is their health care system. Ramming people who are unable to pay their medical bills into cabs and then releasing them in front of shelters, letting children die because they are not covered, or robbing families of their fathers because although a perfect bone marrow donor was found, the operation was deemed “experimental”.
In the film Moore mentions that a society is judged by how they treat the least fortunate people, that sure says a lot about America.
Everybody complains about everything, we’re human, its what we do because nothing can be perfect. This film taught me how to appreciate life, be grateful that money isn’t the first thing that comes to mind if I break a bone. I’ll take my winters and be content because all that glitters in the southern states, isn’t always gold.
It seems that everything comes down to money, but then again, isn’t it always about money? Everybody has their price and with America dollars make sense. A price tag is put on every American’s life when they become sick. Money rules the U.S with an iron fist; like a pimp owns a prostitute.
The problem here is that the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.