National health insurance. Even when I took a few months off from work (okay, like a year), it only cost 20 bucks a month and could still go to the doctor. Sure, maybe with ObamaCare I could go to a public health center in the U.S., if perhaps death or prison were my other options. Actually, I’d choose prison cause it’s less scary. Like I was in this clinic in San Francisco and everyone was crowded into one giant waiting room for hours. Somebody big on planning had thoughtfully equipped the place with exactly nine chairs for a hundred people, and so finally, when this big fat lady left her seat and walked out of the room, I sat down. Then she came back and screamed “That’s my seat!” I jumped up and started looking to dive out of the emergency window. Jeeez fatty, have your plastic chair already.