To Be In Charge of Our Health Care


Author: Tony Khan
Before starting my article I will like to say a few words about health.

'Every human being is the author of his own health or disease.'
'He, who has health, has hope. And he, who has hope, has everything.'
'It is health that is real wealth and not pieces of gold and silver.'
The Complete and Utter Stupidity at the DMV

I remarried back in June of 2010. On December 30th, I took a day off from the office to take my new bride, Beth, to the DMV so she could change the name on her license to her new one. The process seemed easy enough. Take a number. Fill out the right form. Then wait to be called to the counter.

Upon our arrival, we began step one in what would quickly become a practice in complete and utter stupidity. We stood in line so that we could be assigned a number and given the appropriate form. Seemed simple enough except there was only one line from which to get this number and form while there were two other counters available to do this while other employees stood around with their right thumb stuck in a particular body orifice. This one line was manned by one woman. She appeared to be older than God\'s big brother and, if she was going any slower, she would have been going backwards on rewind. This process was hampered even further due to the fact most of the people in line could speak very little if any English. There were six people in line before us and it took 30 minutes for us to get to talk to the Diva of the DMV.

When we were summoned from the head of the line to be granted our audience with the DMV Diva and she spoke, I quickly noticed her deep baritone voice and nicotine-stained fingers as well as the fact she obviously hated either her job or me. Since we\'d only just met, I quickly deduced that it was her job that was on the top of her hate list, not I. We were given a number and the appropriate form then told to take a seat, fill out the form, then come forward when our number was called.

We found a pair of seats and Beth filled out the form. This took all of five minutes while I began looking and listening to the people surrounding us. I quickly realized the only thing missing were cages made of twigs and twine housing chickens and pot belly pigs on rope leashes. I suddenly had this almost uncontrollable desire to don a brown fedora and leather jacket before I ventured down the ramp to the counter once Beth\'s number was called. Maybe I should also watch for the huge round boulder sure to chase us down that ramp.

After an hour and forty-five minutes of wondering what the hell that smell was, Beth\'s number was called. We\'d been summoned by one of the DMV Diva\'s assistants. I, of course, let Beth go first lest she rather than I be the one to catch a bullet or a poison-tipped blowgun dart in the back during our exit from a bad B-movie Hollywood scene.

We found the desk we\'d been called to. Beth presented her old license, the appropriate form, and our marriage certificate. The long-awaited process was finally beginning. This woman was in a better mood than the DMV Diva at the front counter but not by much. She began typing and making copies of all Beth\'s forms then suddenly stopped. She needed Beth\'s birth certificate due to the fact her maiden name appeared on her old license. She didn\'t have her birth certificate but she did have her Social Security Card with her maiden name on it. That wouldn\'t do.

 The woman had to have Beth\'s birth certificate. I shuck my head in disgust. Beth stopped me from asking just how many of the non-English speaking applicants in the waiting room managed to bring their birth certificates over our southern border. Then to her credit, she turned and said she didn\'t have it with her but neither did Obama when last asked for his. We left unfortunately without the license doing something we hadn\'t done in a couple of hours. We were laughing at the look of the DMV Diva\'s old, wrinkled face. It was constricted tighter than Pelosi\'s last face lift.

The scariest part of our trip into the utter stupidity of the DMV is that these are the same bureaucrats that want to manage our health care. The upside is, if I have a sinus infection, I won\'t have to smell the horrible things I smelled while sitting in the DMV waiting room.
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