The National Health Service is specially designed to cater to a nation of pauper children. Walking down the street recently, I came across the following poster by the NHS:
If you have … blood in your poo, pee or spit, don’t ignore it.
Of course, there has been progress, or at least change: when I was little, poo was known as big-jobs. The poster continues:
The way you make an appointment may have changed, but your GP practice wants to hear from you if you are worried.
This is artfully phrased. Note that there is no promise that your doctor (if in these days anyone can still be said to have one) will see you. You will see or hear from whomever you are allocated to see or hear from: a situation appropriate to a nation that has willingly pauperised itself by bowing down to the graven image of the NHS.
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Theodore Dalrymple is a contributing editor of City Journal and a Senior Fellow at the Manhattan Institute.
This piece originally appeared in The Critic