January 30, 2006
by Nosemonkey
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Another radical new healthcare initiative! Yep, a new drive to create “care campuses” providing medical services in the community – which is, of course, UTTERLY different to the concept of General Practice, isn’t it? They’re spewing out crap faster than that kid in The Exorcist these days…
Oh, and apparently “The GP market could also be opened to the… voluntary sector to help fill gaps in under-doctored areas” – even though the reason those areas are “under-doctored” (bloody ridiculous term) is largely because no doctors want to work there. Asking them to do it for no money ain’t going to solve the problem, chum – doctors all come out of training these days saddled with upwards of �30,000 debt, so is it any wonder the majority try and stick around the major hospitals, where they’ve got a chance of becoming an over-paid consultant or getting spotted by a private practice, rather than buggering off to the sticks where they get to be moaned to by little old ladies and threatened by teenage thugs in hodded tops, all for far less pay (in real terms) than their forebears were getting three decades ago.
The report also includes the wonderous news that those “health MOTs” (stupid enough anyway) are going to be called “life checks” (“Right, that’s OK MRs Prendergast, you ARE still alive after all…”), and that the government hope to have them available in Tesco. Yes, really…
Much like Tesco Value sausages, Labour’s latest healthcare wheeze seems to be made of the discarded offal of fifty years of health policy, hastily re-packaged and flogged to the braindead public at a knock-down price.
Because, children, it has to be at a knock-down price. I can exclusively reveal to you today the real problem at the heart of the NHS – it’s simply too bloody expensive to provide free healthcare for all at the point of use in a country with 60 million people and a rapidly aging population.
Every politician in Westminster knows this full well. But the NHS is the sacred cow of British politics – we can’t slaughter the bastard even when it does start stomping through the back garden, munching on the geraniums, and costing us far more than it’s worth. And so, instead, we’ll get the same “new ideas” regurgitated every few years as if they’re some brilliant cure-all, while the NHS infrastructure continues to creak under the strain and all the best medics defect to the private sector to earn some real money.
You see, the thing in medicine is that there are no magic potions to cure all ills. Sometimes a body is so racked with disease that little can be done – bits may yet be salvagable, but in order to do so, other parts must be amputated, or the body will be wasting precious energy supplying blood to limbs which no longer have any chance of survival.
This is the modern NHS – a lurgy-racked near-cadaver, covered with a liberal dosing of make-up to disguise the scars of the pox that has been ravaging it for decades; still recognisable, but in need of some major surgery if it is to survive. Adding some extra blusher around the endges to try and give the impression of health is no longer going to do the trick.
The NHS is a great idea, but much like swimming the Channel in lead pyjamas it’s also insanely impractical. But no one is going to have the guts to take on the inevitable cries of “murder” that are always hollered when the sheer impracticality of such an insanely expensive drain on government resources is raised.