In the year of our Lord 2025, I regret to announce… actually, I don’t. Insurers, those gilded vultures, feast on fear while the people wait—*for care, for cash, for a miracle*. Healthcare gold flows to their coffers like sacramental wine—except the Eucharist is a denial of care. Dems, you who preach justice, why kneel before the altar of profit? *(Plague mask full of opinions, worn with pride)* Sic transit gloria mundi. And yet, they still believe the policy covers the soul. *Even the soul has a deductible.*