Medical Ethics.
   Here in America, that’s a grotesque contradiction in terms.
   Sort of like Military Intelligence.
   Or Free Elections.
   Anyhow…
   Next month I will be 74 years old.
   Or, more properly, “74 years of age” – “old” having become a politically incorrect pejorative in modern America’s death phobic culture.
   Now…
   With more than three score and ten-plus years under my belt, odds are my bio-machinery could Go South any day.
    Or, to be more specific, let’s say my cardio plumbing gets clogged to the point where I’d need quadruple by-pass surgery – which carries an average retail sticker price of $50,000-plus.
   Not that hospitals and surgeons will get anywhere near that if you have insurance.
  Which I do – thanks to Medicare and a private supplement.
  But suppose I’m a 38-year-old Fort Lauderdale bartender facing an early death due to his terminally clogged cardio-plumbing.
   What’s more, being like a lot of South Florida folks in their 30’s, suppose I have no health care insurance. Plus I have two young kids at home. And a house worth way, way less than its mortgage.
   All of which brings us to today’s puzzler regarding Medical Ethics as a flaming oxymoron:

  Like who will undergo life-saving quadruple by-pass surgery first?
  This 74 year-old geezer blessed with a healthy combination of government-financed and private health care insurance?
   Or the uninsured, 38-year-old Fort Lauderdale bartender with two kids?

   Pose that sad scenario to your head-up-their-ass elected official the next time they ask for your vote.