Today over at the faceplace — and for over a week now — people have been posting memes/screenshots about our country’s piss-poor, for-profit healthcare system. Today a friend posted this screenshot:

And then someone she knows — not anyone I know — posted this:

This is breathtaking in its heartless, deliberately insulated opinion. (The author is CEO of his own capital company, so that’s our frame of reference.) Let’s dismantle it, shall we?
Right off the bat, the name-calling. Oooh, SOCIALAMISM, KENNETH!! The scary bugaboo shibboleth of every rich shithead ever. It’s not the insult you think it is, asshole.
Sure, it sucks that these people blew their savings to try to prolong her life. I mean, who does such a thing?? The asshole’s sneering “I’m sorry” is completely warranted, I’m sure. After all, what other resolution to this tragedy could there possibly be (in this country THE GREATEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD WITH THE GREATEST HEALTHCARE IN THE WORLD EVEN)??
Then we get to the crux of the matter: Superior beings, those Masters of the Universe that the right wing is so anxious for us all to worship, plan their lives better, don’t they? I mean, they live healthy lives, so they never get cancer. That’s just common sense, right?
And even if they do, they’ve saved enough to get the medical attention they deserve, because they planned their lives better than those people. The poor people.
Then we close out with the sound of the point of the screenshot whooshing right over the asshole’s head: “If you want medical attention, you have to buy it from the person who spent their whole life to become a specialist and from a system that invested large amounts of capital that it borrowed from individual private investors to build the facilities and buy the equipment.”
I guess when capital is your only tool, then every problem is a profit/loss ratio problem opportunity, right?
Jebus H. Cthulhu, dude, you just posited the entire problem with our healthcare system as the way it is supposed to be. It never occurs to you, does it, that a multiverse is possible where we as a society, through our government and our taxes, will do the investing and building of our hospitals and clinics, and the whole concept of private investors recouping their investment with a profit of course what are you a socialist KENNETH? will die a silent death.
Kind of like the death he wishes on the lady in the screenshot.
This is Plush. It is too sweet to be a vodka, more like a liqueur, so that meant a complete rejiggering of the ingredients. In addition, rather than the original apple simple syrup, I decided to make an apple cider simple syrup for a little extra edge (recipe to follow).
First we start with a plum vodka that was given to me several months ago by our incredible neighbor Lisa Lee. She gifts me with all kinds of home-made substances, like elderflower liqueur and this plum vodka, made from either things she grows in the backyard (over the fence from my labyrinth) or gets at the market.









You will also notice that I used Old Tom gin. I was surprised to discover that I had no actual dry gin in the cabinet. Don’t know how that happened, so I may take steps to remedy that before making this again. Also, I could play around with the sweet vermouth to see if one of the others might bump it up a bit.
This intriguing name came from the French gin Citadelle, which is a bit more floral than I like gin in general — but what if we added a bit of herbal to it?