Maxamillion Pemberton, the sugar in the petrol of the Torygraph’s accelerated pro-NHS reform package, has written an excellent summary of why the NHS is a jewel in today’s British crown. Predictably, the Rancid Right have started to pour the oil of scorn on Maxamillion’s article. One of the more able early commenters – many others are more lurid than lucid – takes phrases from the article, and puts the record admirably straight:
“‘It might be that none of this concerns you…’ It doesn’t. ‘…or you may be horrified…’ I’m not. ‘Whatever your political leanings…’ Free market capitalism. ‘or health status…’ Perfectly healthy, thank you. ‘or experiences of the NHS,’ My experience(s) with the NHS (sadly) lead me to believe it was a diabolical 3rd rate service I wouldn’t wish on a dog. ‘it is YOUR health service…’ No it’s not…” To which Dr No can only riposte: well – that is all right then, isn’t it.
The Institute of Economic Affairs, reckoned by Diamond Marr to be a mustard cutting outfit if ever there was one, has come up with a
Once again, the brown trout that wont flush away has bobbed up for air. Yesterday, David Cameron put alcohol minimum pricing back on the
Dr No is getting increasingly bored by the futility of the gesture politics flaming round the NHS reforms. Being bored, he found himself, by quirk of a daydream, thinking of another kind of bored, a chess board, and for a moment he saw the end game of this blasted bill as a game of chess, played not on a square, but on a triangle. Three opposing GP sides – for as Dr No has said many times, it is in the hands of GPs that the fate of the bill now rests – face each other across this lone and level triangle, one side dark, another light, and the third grey.
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Broken Arrow is today staggering around, two daggers in his back. Earlier this week, Downing Street let it be known that there was a view that he should be ‘taken out and shot’; today, the editor of
It is fair to say that
“Is there any other point to which you would wish to draw my attention?”
Dr No’s colleague, the Formidable Missile, who
Even at the best of times, epidemiology can seem as dry as old biscuits, and when it starts counting stiffs – as it so often does – it can smell not just dry and old, but musty too. But it is an important ology, and when done well, which is surprisingly difficult, it can tell us useful things.