Thursday. I have to admit I wasn't thinking of seeing Sicko, if only because I thought the subject might be too depressing even though my sister recommended it highly, but today through happenstance and the need to go to a movie before we met friends at Roy's rather than to go to Roy's early and drink ourselves insensible before our friends arrived, I went to see it with Mr. E. this afternoon. My, my, but anyone who's dealt with our health insurance system can certainly relate to it.
It goes a bit over the top when he takes a group of Americans to Cuba who suffered health damage through their rescue efforts after 9/11 at the twin towers and were denied health care here - not that anything shown may or may not have been true - but overall it makes you wonder what kind of a low rent owned by the rich kowtowed people we really are. Then, fortunately, soon after leaving the theater, the fog rolled back into my brain and I blew off these silly thoughts: owned the rich and powerful indeed! Later, after but two glasses of beer at Roy's discussing the state of the world with the usual crew, I returned home early. What a stalwart fellow am I, I thought. Life can be so exciting, here in Oakland.