If there's one thing I hate, it's the insurance companies. When the revolution comes, they're going to be first against the wall, if I have anything to say about it. They are, to me, the monolith of capitalist evil. And despite the hard work of like-minded Americans, the insurance companies continue to power on like a Russian Steamroller that has fallen into radioactive ooze from Chernobyl and has multiplied to 17 times its original crushing power. They have become The Health Care Steamroller. The Health Care Steamroller robs people blind, makes families struggle to survive, makes sick people even sicker, and spits in all of our faces while doing it. Yet somehow, some of my friends, and many of my enemies, STILL defend the system. I wave my $8,600 healthcare bill in their faces (I get one of these every 7 weeks- with insurance, I wind up paying $45), but not a blink. I explain how I had to change jobs because I couldn't afford to pay more in health care costs than rent, per month. Nothing. Well, to all those humans who think the health care system in the U.S. isn't messed up, I offer you this letter:

That's right. Because I have a pre-existing condition, my health care company will not cover me for up to 12 months (Or, in scientific terms, A FUCKING YEAR) for treatment for this disease. In order to maybe, somehow, reverse this decision, I must have my old insurance company (Oxford) contact my new insurance company (Oxford) via mail.  Or, in scientific terms, HAVE THEM SEND A LETTER TO THEMSELVES. Now you tell me how that is OK. Do it. I dare you.