Healthcare Armageddon begins in Arizona
I talked briefly in a previous article about the coming days of reckoning in the health care biz due to the growing gap between ever increasing costs and ever decreasing funds. Among the first victims will be high dollar procedures that benefit a small segment of the population. Consider the following an early mortar shot in this war. . . Continue reading “Apocalypse R’ Us”
A Message from the Tax Attorneys at Dewey, Cheatham, and Howe.
This shopping season why not give your loved ones what they really want. . . your vast accumulated riches! Yes, that’s right, by taking advantage of an obscure loophole in the present tax system, upon your death, you may hand over your entire estate to your wife, your secret mistress, your beloved pet, and your hard working foreign sounding groundskeeper without paying a dime in taxes to Uncle Sam! Talk about a Black Friday! Continue reading “Death on Sale! Act Now!”
The migration has begun. All over Michigan, the annual migration of flocks moving south is in full swing. And behind those flocks, the other annual Michigan migration is starting too. Our office is starting to see our winter ‘checkout’ patients before they migrate south for the winter. Continue reading “Snowbirds”
TO KEEP SMOKING (Part 2).
In our previous episode our fearless public defenders had just successfully sued Big Tobacco for 206 billion over 25 years.The lawsuit ordered that Big T fork over the dough to help pay the tab on the increasing Medicaid buffet. Continue reading “I Want You to Keep Smoking (Part 2).”
TO KEEP SMOKING (Part 1).
Few things smell worse to me than the stank of a cigarette while trying to trying to load up on cholesterol via awesome blossom. Perhaps one such thing is the beguiling tale of what perverse fate has befallen the gobs of cash money rewarded to state governments from Big Tobacco. Continue reading “I Want You to Keep Smoking (Part 1).”
There was a time, long, long ago (in a galaxy far, far away) when going to the hospital meant going home with a gift basket. These days all u get are those weird pinkish/redish basins and a stinking urinal. It would appear, however that hospitals have substituted a new-age basket for your pleasure. Only, instead of getting an open-ass gown and a pair of grabby bottom socks you get a whole lot of infections with weird names. . .