I choo choo choose
In the absence of any ideology or principles, having bartered them for a shot in the big game, the current regime bows down to the idol of choice. Choice is good. Maggie taught us that choice equals lean, mean operators, shaving costs and passing them on to us the customer. Never mind that every customer who needs to work for a living is also an annoying cost in some other economic equation, there to be minimised or removed completely.
Many people in England are unaware they now have more choice over where they can get NHS treatment. As of 1 January, patients can choose between at least four hospitals or clinics for non-emergency treatment.
But a Mori poll of 1,276 over-40s found 80% knew little, if anything, about the changes.
We don't want a fucking choice. Save the money you sickening oleaginous turds and make the healthcare provision nearest to where I live as good as it can possibly be. How fucking empowering to be given the option to take my treatment in Aberdeen if I can afford to get there.
Wankers.
1 Step to the white courtesy phone:
I like it, it has a touch of aliteration and sibilance to it, perhaps too long for a business card but hey.
Matt laminate and spot UV, the classic choice when your trying to fleece people with a brochure. For I too have worked for property developers.
January 03, 2006 11:21 am
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