I had to go to the doctor today. The reason’s not important. Here’s what is:
It took my doctor 10 minutes to describe my symptoms into a government-mandated voice recognition system. 
In the old days, the doctor took notes. Now, he has to recite his observations into a Mad Men-era dictaphone. “Male, age 48, blood pressure one-twenty-one over seventy-three . . . "
The damn machine (government medical technology) couldn’t understand half the doctor’s words. And they were household words, like “absent,” “weight-lifter,” and “bleeding.”
This is the DMV in your doctor’s office. This is bureau-care. This is Obamacare–a ten minute exam stretched to twenty with aggravation driven through the roof.
Let’s pray like mad the Supreme Court’s ruling will rule Obamacare unconstitutional. And I wouldn’t mind it if the majority opinion included a second opinion: “And it’s stupid.”
BTW, The After Party is at** Helen Fitzgerald’s at 7 tonight** (Thursday, June 21). And the LATimes believes the** Supreme Court could hand down its Obamacare ruling** today (Thursday). That makes The After Party your chance to **celebrate victory** or plot our next move.
See you Helen’s at 7.