Can’t Poop? Dial 911. Bloody Nose? Call the Cops.
“Being the nation of weaklings that we are, 911 has become the indispensable resource. We all know, at least to some extent, how abused the 911 system is by cowardly, dependent, wuss Americans who no longer have the ability to adapt to and tackle the most elementary predicaments. Dial 911 has become the surrogate parent for adults, just as the state intended.
I live in a major, urban area and I have a friend who is a paramedic. The stories she tells of her daily exploits in the capacity of doing her job is hardly unexpected, yet still shocking. She chose a vocation where she thought she could use her abilities to assist people in need, offer professional assistance, and bring some good to the people who need and deserve it. However, she has come to detest her job, at times, because her profession, for the most part, is filled with days of glorified babysitting; entertaining bored people who like to play sick to garner attention; transporting obese diabetics to/from costly medical care; and playing caretaker for the masses who can’t care for themselves at the most basic human level.”
Via Lew Rockwell
