Ermmm, no. (although butthurt is an interesting word choice). Being wrong isn’t the same as not buying your line. When you have something credible to say, be sure to write.

No, I killed them all with digoxin when they found themselves incapable of answering simple questions about their work. 

Okay, then. I worked at a cancer clinic in Windsor, Ontario, and 100% of the patients were American. 

You don’t HAVE to do anything. But if you want to be convincing, it would help. If you make a claim, shouldn’t you be able to back it up? 

I’m sorry (Canadians, eh?), but I don’t buy your story. It flies in the face of what I know as someone with cancer, someone who knows a bit about the health care system, and the statistics on Canadians seeking health care in the US.  

Any chance of seeing responses to the questions I asked, which seemed pretty easy to answer? Or should I just assume you were spouting BS? 

So I have some questions.

I have had multiple bladder cancers. My dad had five primaries.

My dad is gone now. He died at 89. With 44 years at a steel plant + about the same as a heavy smoker, he still had a long retirement and nearly three decades of retirement and good quality of life, even with 1.5 lungs, one kidney, and assorted other modifications. 

I figured it out. The pressure was off on the bottom left corner by 0.5 psi. Should have used a digital meter. 

No spitballing necessary. The OECD has the numbers. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_countries_by_total_health_expenditure_per_capita

That was guards red? Either your video guys or my monitor guy (ie me) need to do some color correction. I was gonna say how I liked the orange paint.

Brought to you by the woman with TGIF stickers on her insoles to remind her which end of her foot to start with. 

That’s how they were built; why wouldn’t you repair them that way. 

Not sure how much was the script and how much was the portrayal, but that was my favorite character in the film. Looking forward to this. 

yup, I’ll betcha that’s the ONLY reason. 

That’s only the once. It takes repeated application. Besides, I never claimed it would do anything other than allow me to die happy. Jezza doing it once just gave me a bit of a lift. It passed. 

Oh my god, I try not to advocate for violence, lord how I try. But if someone Richard-Spencer-ed Piers Morgan every day of the remainder of his miserable life... I’d die happy. 

She’s a malingerer. Very low energy. 

NOW you admit it.