The Parable of the Lost Drone

Parable of the Lost DroneSkip to the bottom if you want the lessons learned and the pictures and videos from the drone. But if you want the whole story, here it is…

For my most recent birthday, I decided to splurge and get a toy that would be fun for me and the kids. Usually, I tell Heather not to get me anything for me birthday, and so usually she ends up getting me some clothes or some snacks for work or some practical need. This year, though, for some reason I felt like we should branch out and get something impractical yet fun, and so I decided to get myself a drone that I could fly around the yard with the kids.

As I researched the options, I thought I better get an inexpensive one because I have heard of many people crashing, destroying, or losing their drones. I didn’t want to make a huge investment in case it turned out to be nice very fun and one that I wouldn’t be devastated if it got destroyed by the kids or me crashing it. I decided on one on Amazon with good reviews that was relatively inexpensive and it was delivered just before my birthday.

As anticipated the kids and I both enjoyed the drone. Truman and Abe both tried it but ultimately it stressed them out too much to fly it, so one short flight was enough for them. The other four kids (Hannah, Max, Eliza, and Scotty) all flew it several times over the first week. Then disaster happened after only a week of ownership of the drone and only a dozen or so flights.

It was the weekend after my birthday and Eliza asked if she could fly the drone. She and I went into the back yard and set it up. She flew it for a few minutes, and then I decided to give it a fly. I decided to go a little higher than I had previously taken it. I got it up to about 50 or 75 feet, it’s hard to say how high exactly, and then a mighty wind came by of maybe 5 miles per hour. Now, I should back up a little and tell you that as we had been flying the drone around the yard for the last week, I had been unimpressed with the ability of the drone to navigate with the slightest breeze in the air. The drone had been blown multiple times into trees and fences in our yard.

On this day, the sky was clear and it didn’t seem windy. I was also feeling more confident in my abilities to steer the drone and so that’s why I dared to take it higher than before. The drone manual said it had a range of 200 to 300 ft, so I thought I might venture up to 100 feet or so. But long before I got to that height, a near hurricane force of around 5 miles per hour swept the drone in a southwest direction, out of our yard and across the street.

I first tried to steer it back to our yard, but the drone was unresponsive and continued its southwest trajectory. The drone was higher than all the trees in the neighborhood, so it had a clear path to go wherever the wind was taking it. Fearing it would fly out of sight, I ran out the back gate of our yard and chased it down the street, all along continuing to try and steer it back to my position. But it was all for naught. After I crossed the street, I followed it about half way down the block. The drone was over some trees in the back yards of these neighbors but soon it was out of sight. The drone disappeared as it cut sideways, crossing into another section of the neighborhood and I never saw it again. It likely crashed into some trees or a house; hopefully it didn’t crash into a person or a pet, though it’s pretty harmless, lightweight, and you can stop the propellers with your hand without much discomfort.

In the first day or two with the drone, I came up with a rule of thumb that I kept telling the kids that if you see yourself losing control of the drone, just hit the emergency land button right away. However, when I realized the drone had been blown far out of our yard and the steering wasn’t bringing it back in my direction, I didn’t follow my own advice. The problem was that at that moment I realized I had lost control, the drown was over a street and I feared it would be hit or hit a car if it landed right then. In retrospect, I should have hit the emergency land button and taken my chances with the car, though it was not being responsive to the remote control, so it probably wouldn’t have worked anyway.

Instead of hitting the emergency land button, I thought up a new strategy and tried to make the drone go higher. At a higher altitude, I thought, it would go above the trees and I would still be able to steer it back to me. Of course, none of this worked either. The drone was unresponsive to the lateral directional input at that point, so the altitudinal controls, up or down, was probably also ineffective and any altitude gains were likely from the wind.

I then ran back to my house, put on some shoes (I had been out in the yard in my flip flops) and started driving around the neighborhood looking for the drone around the area where it was heading when it went out of sight. I was still hopeful at this point that I could retrieve the drone, but soon realized that finding it could be harder than finding a needle in a haystack. I drove around for ten or fifteen minutes, looking in trees and yards and everywhere I could think of, but realizing the futility of it, I came home and broke the bad news to my wife and kids.

We all shed a tear or two (okay, not really), but I did pull out my phone to take a final look at the pictures and videos we had taken with the drone. It was then that I realized, the drone emitted a WiFi signal, which is how it transmitted the photos and videos back to my phone. If my phone got near the drone, that WiFi signal would show up on the list of networks on my phone and I would know the drone is near. Again, I went back to the streets where I thought the drone might be, and drove up and down the road, but once again, my plan was frustrated. The phone didn’t pick up the WiFI signal from the drone. The battery life of the drone was pretty short, so even if the power stayed on through the crash, the wimpy battery had probably died out by then. Or perhaps the drone had powered off when it crashed, or perhaps it was blown miles away. Who knows.

So that’s the sad tale of the lost drone. I call it a parable because I hope that someday, I’ll see past losing my favorite new toy and see the bright side of the story and realize what great life lessons I learned from the incident. For now, I can at least say a few things I would do differently, if I had it to do over again. And if you can think of any other great morals to the story, do let me know in the comments below. 🙂

  • 1. Print a sticky label with my name and contact information on put it on the drone. That way, if it escapes again, maybe a good person will find it and return it.
  • 2. The moment the drone seems out of control, land it immediately. Even if that means landing it in the street or in the neighbor’s yard. The chances of recovering it are greater that way than if it is blown a mile away and lands who-knows-where.
  • 3. Don’t fly the drone high enough to be blown away until I am more experienced and skilled at controlling it. And don’t be arrogant about your skill level. After only one week and a dozen flights, I was no pro and obviously flew the drone too high for my skill level and for the quality of the drone. And if you do decide to fly it high, go to a park or somewhere with LOTS of open space.
  • 4. Get a better-quality drone. For it’s price, this was a good drone, but I realize now that it had major limitations and weaknesses. I don’t have anything to compare it with because it’s the only drone I have flown, but from the beginning I was shocked at how easily this drone was blown off course by the slightest wind. There are higher quality drones on the market that are much more wind resistant.
  • 5. Along those same lines, next time, I would get a drone with better controls and more features, such as a self- navigating return home feature. Again, the nice drones have a feature that, with the touch of a button, will use GPS to bring the drone back to you. From day one with me and the kids using it, we knew we needed that feature.
  • 6. Get a drone that takes higher resolution pictures and videos. This drone’s camera was 1080p and it had no microphone, so the video has no sound. And as you can see in the pictures and videos attached to this post, the imagery is pretty low quality compared to what we are all used to on the most basic of smart phones.

“Is There a Monkey on My Back?” Short Story

Is There a Monkey on My Back Cover“Is There a Monkey on My Back?” is a short story I wrote for my kids in December 2016. A year later, my daughter Hannah Smith added the illustrations. I write a lot, usually, though, it is on topics such as digital marketing or politics. I know that good writing takes a lot of time, but writing a fictional short story turned out to the much more difficult than I imagined. The story didn’t turn out as perfectly as my brain imagined before starting, but my kids seem to enjoy me reading it to them each Christmas. I hope your family enjoys it too and benefits from some of the life lessons I tried to include as morals to the story.

Long ago, there was a monkey named James who lived in a forest with a large tribe of his fellow monkeys. When James was a boy, he loved to climb to the highest branches of the tallest trees. From there, he could see distant mountains, rivers cutting through valleys, and birds flying with freedom, power, and majesty. James imagined the other tribes of monkeys that surely must live those faraway lands. He thought up stories in his mind about what life was like with those other monkeys in those distant mountains and valleys and longed to travel there someday.

Is There a Monkey on My Back - James Mountains Distance

Most of the other monkeys in James’ tribe thought he was weird for climbing so high. There was no food or warmth on those high branches and all the other monkeys stayed in the lower branches or on the ground, gathering food and monkeying around for fun with all the others.

In the forest where James lived there was a lake where all the monkeys would come to get a drink each day as they were out searching for food and playing. One day James met a girl monkey named Diane at the watering hole. They enjoyed each other’s company and they began to date. For dates, they went swinging through the forest, and James even took Diane up to the highest branches of the tallest trees. Diane loved seeing these amazing views that James shared with her. James and Diane fell in love and were soon married.

Is There a Monkey on My Back - James Diane Watering Hole

About a year later, James and Diane had a baby monkey they named Mae. Mae was a very beautiful little girl monkey and James and Diane loved her very much. Like all baby monkeys, Mae rode on her parents back wherever they went. Baby monkeys are too small and weak to climb the trees of the forest to get the food they need. By riding on her mom or dad’s back, Mae got food to eat each day and learned how to be a grown-up monkey and take care of herself.

Every time James and Diane were about to head into the forest for their daily gathering of food, James would crouch down and Mae would climb on his back. James would say, in a playful voice, “Is there a monkey on my back?” Mae would giggle and say “Yes, Daddy. It’s me Mae.” And they would head off into the forest to find food and seek adventures.

Is There a Monkey on My Back - Mae

James still climbed to the highest point in the trees when he had the time but he didn’t dare take his little monkey to those dangerous heights. He thought, though, that he should put the stories sparked in his imagination from those amazing views into a book for his little ones and other monkeys in the tribe to read.

James soon finished his degree at Primate University and then got a job at the tribe newspaper, the Gorilla Gazette. Diane wanted to give their baby monkey the best care possible so she stayed at home in the treehouse with Mae and took care of her all day while James went to work.

At work, James helped the newspaper print stories about politics and sports and all kinds of other things that were interesting to most monkeys. It was easy for James to get interested in those things too, but when he was honest with himself, he realized those things were not the most interesting stories that could be written.

James longed for the day when he could write his own book and fill it with the stories inspired by what he had seen as he gazed at the distant mountains at the tops of the trees. He thought those stories were too wonderful not to share and that if the other monkeys in the tribe read his book, they would have greater appreciation the beauty and majesty of the world around them.

Is There a Monkey on My Back - Idea

Soon James and Diane welcomed another baby monkey to their family. This time it was a baby boy monkey named Russel. Now when James and Diane went out each day to gather their food in the forest, they each had a monkey on their back. When James went to work during the day, then Diane did all the work of caring for the little monkeys and she did so joyfully, realizing that her time together with them was short. They would soon grow up and she wanted to teach them all they could before they left the treehouse.

Having a monkey on the back isn’t just work, it is also fun, and James and Diane had tons of fun with their two little monkeys. When it was time each day to go gather food in the forest, James and Diane would crouch down. Mae would climb on her dad’s back and Russel would climb on his mom’s back. The parents would ask: “Is there a monkey on my back?” The two little monkeys would giggle, say “It’s me Mae” and “It’s me Russel” and they would head off for a day of hunting and family togetherness.

Is There a Monkey on My Back - Mae and Russel

A few more years passed and another baby monkey joined the family of James and Diane. They called this baby monkey Maximillian and he was a very happy, smiley monkey. Now, with three little monkeys to take care of, James and Diane had a real balancing act to manage, but with a little practice, and a lot of patience, they kept the family fed and happy.

Is There a Monkey on My Back - Baby

James continued to work at the newspaper. He was learning to be a good writer, but he hadn’t yet found the time to write down his stories in a book, and the desire to do so continued to press upon his mind. James feared if he didn’t write his book soon he may never have the opportunity. Writing the book in the little spare time he had, at night and on weekends, would take a long time but was doable. James decided that now was the time to begin, and he started writing.

A couple of nights a week, after the little monkeys went to bed, James could find an hour or two to work on writing his book. As the weeks and months went by, he was able to complete drafts for a handful of chapters in the book. James felt inspired as he wrote and was confident that this book would be the pinnacle of his life’s achievements.

Is There a Monkey on My Back - Sleep

James was making good progress on the book when Diane became pregnant with their fourth baby monkey. Growing a baby monkey in your tummy is no easy task, though Diane handled it as well anyone could. But still, she was sick and uncomfortable often. James tried to help more with the little monkeys, carrying all three of them on his back as much as possible so Diane wouldn’t have to. This meant less time to work on his book, but he thought once the new little monkey was born, Diane would be back to her old self and he continue writing his book.

Soon baby monkey number four was born, a little boy named Gerry. Gerry was healthy and happy and he soon joined the family’s daily venture out into the forest to hunt for food. James and Diane would kneel and the four little monkeys would climb on, two on each of their backs. “Is there a monkey on my back?” said James in the familiar way. The four little monkeys giggled and off they went to forage for food.

Is There a Monkey on My Back - Four Kids

James was now more determined than ever to complete his book, but time to work on it was harder and harder to find. Diane, knowing James’s desire to work on his book, made a suggestion one day. Baby Gerry was a little sick and needed to stay home, so Diane volunteered to take the other three little monkeys on her back and go hunt for food, and James could stay home with Gerry.

Gerry would most likely stay in his bed and rest and this would let James have a few extra hours to work on the book. This sounded like a good plan so Diane crouched down and Mae, Russel, and Maximillian climbed on her back. “Is there a monkey on my back?” said Diane in the familiar way. The three little monkeys giggled and off they went for a day of foraging for food and fun.

James got Gerry settled on the couch with a sippy cup of milk and his favorite movie to watch, Tarzan the Ape Man. Then James sat down in front of his computer and started to write. But soon Gerry cried out for help because he wanted a different movie. James changed the movie and went back to writing but within a few minutes, Gerry cried out again because he wanted something different to drink. James patiently helped him get a new drink and then went back to writing. But only another few minutes went by and Gerry cried out again. This time, James lost his patience. He got mad at Gerry for complaining about silly things and sent him to room for an extra early bed time.

Is There a Monkey on My Back - Gerry

Now, James thought, he would be able to work on his book in peace. But as James sat down and attempted to write, no thoughts came into his mind. Usually he could hardly type fast enough to keep up with the thoughts in his head. Several minutes passed and still the writer’s block remained. Try as he would, James could not continue writing his book that night.

James couldn’t stop thinking about how he had gotten upset with little Gerry and he felt horrible about it. Then James thought about his dear wife Diane, off in the forest with three little monkeys in tow, doing the work by herself that was meant for two parents.

Is There a Monkey on My Back - Tired Mama

James knew that he couldn’t shirk his family responsibilities in order to write his book, regardless of how wonderful and inspiring it would be. James also had a thought that night—perhaps the best way to pass on his knowledge of the spectacular views at the tops of the trees was to instill his experience and wisdom in his own little family of monkeys. James realized that the real pinnacle of his life’s achievements, the work most important for him to do, wasn’t in a book he would write but in the children he would raise and in the family he would have with his wife.

That thought James had, that his greatest influence on the world would be through teaching his family, resonated with him all night and into the next day. He knew that nothing was a higher priority than raising a good little family of monkeys and James vowed then that his desire to write and publish a book would never again stop him from treating his family right.

Is There a Monkey on My Back - Family Hug

From that day on, James had a better perspective about his life, his work, his family, and how to prioritize his responsibilities. Over the next few years, two more little monkeys joined that family—a little girl named Ruthy and a little boy named Charlie. James and Diane are busier than ever, but they somehow manage to juggle all the little monkeys on their backs.

Is There a Monkey on My Back - Six Kids

Now, on their daily journey into the forest to forage for food, James and Diane crouch down and the six little monkeys climb on their parents with three on each of their backs. As always, James asks, “Is there a monkey on my back?” and all the little ones giggle. James has learned this vital lesson, that having monkeys on your back isn’t a burden to try to get rid of but rather a blessing to be enjoyed. And one day, when those little monkeys are grown, they will all be able to climb together to the highest branches of the tallest trees, share wonderful stories, and enjoy the most spectacular views.

The End

Is There a Monkey on My Back - Family Mountains Distance

My Experience Attending a Conversation on Racial Inequality

My Experience Attending a Conversation on Racial InequalityIn early June 2020, I received an invitation to attend an online “conversation on racism and racial inequality.” This was just a week after the death of George Floyd at the hands of a Minneapolis police officer–a week that saw riots in many major cities across the United States. Cries for racial equality and “black lives matter” were dominating media, news media and social media, as were the stories of much violence, property destruction, and looting.

Like anyone with a heart, I was appalled by the senseless death of George Floyd. His murder was tragic and unjust, and to the extent that things like this happen in our country, they need to be rooted out and eliminated. In the wake of all these events, the invitation to the meeting piqued my curiosity. I wondered if the meeting be a real, open discussion on race relations and the problems facing our society and potential solutions, or if it would be more of the extreme rhetoric and hollow virtue signalling that was dominating the media.

Placating the Mob with Statements that Perpetuate the Guilty Until Innocent Mentality

I had my suspicions of what the meeting might discuss, but I wanted to give the organizers the benefit of the doubt. You see, in the days prior to this meeting, many organizations were making public statements condemning racism against the black community. The organizers of this event were part of one of those statements. And like most of the ones I saw, the statement this organization put out said nothing to condemn the violence, rioting, and looting by the protesters, which was disappointing and indicated their lack of sincerity. A good example of this kind of statement was made by Apple.

It seems that thousands of people causing millions of dollars of damage that destroyed the livelihood of countless people (a great many of which are minorities) deserved as much a mention in a statement like that as the police brutality towards a black man. But the writers either disagree with that, or willfully ignore the criminal behavior of the mob, likely due to fear and a desire to appease the mob. A statement by the NAACP and The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was a notable exception. While condemning racism, prejudice, discrimination and hate, their statement also had the courage to “renounce illegal acts such as looting, destruction, and defacement of public or private property.” (see Locking arms for racial harmony in America)

On the one hand, if you are a business owner, I understand the pressure to make a statement in support of racial equality. There seems to be no harm in it–after all, if you are not racist, why not get behind a statement that denounces racism. On the other hand, it seems like making the statement only due to societal pressure feeds the guilty until innocent mentality that is so prevalent in the media and in our country. Meaning, the mob makes you feel like if you, or your company, don’t make a statement condemning racism, then you are guilty of racism. But let’s get back to the “conversation on racial inequality.”

Started Meeting by Declaring White Privilege

While I knew what I was likely in for in this meeting, I was still interested in what would be said. The person who spoke first introduced the topic and in the process, acknowledged their “white privilege” and made other statement like, “to our black colleagues, we see you.” The virtue signalling was thick. When the topic of white guilt came up so quickly, I wanted to throw up, mentally, if not physically. For this person, who has had a very successful career, to attribute their success in life to white skin seemed inaccurate and probably insincere.

Regarding the remark about “seeing” black community, of course we see them, but hopefully not only for their race—because that would be racism. The black civil rights movement was about seeing people for the content of their character, not the color of the skin. As Martin Luther King Jr. said, “I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”

At some point, I’d like to write more about why I find confessions of “white privilege” problematic, but for the time being I’ll just say that if you feel the need to confess the source of your success, then consider giving credit to God. Thank the Lord for the bounteous blessings and privileges he has given you.

Presentation by Diversity and Inclusion Professional

After the brief intro, the remainder of the hour-long meeting was turned over to a university director of Diversity and Inclusion. The following are some notes on what this person said, along with my thoughts. The presentation had a Q&A at the end, but due to a prior commitment I couldn’t stay for that. So I’ll use my platform here to offer my comments and rebuttals.

  • Racial Profiling: She talked about her husband being pulled over by the police unjustifiably and other instances where he was racially profiled by the police. If true, these sounded like horrible events and I feel truly sorry that anyone would have to go through something like that. I sincerely hope we all can do our part to push for change in our country that will eliminate such injustices. Still, it concerned me when she took anecdotal evidence like that and jumped to the conclusions of systemic racism in the country.
  • The 1619 Project: She endorsed the New York Times series called “The 1619 Project.” I had heard a little about the 1619 Project prior to this meeting. I knew it was written by political extremists with a left-wing ideology, but little more. Since then, I’ve done more homework and found that the 1619 project is riddled with factual errors and presents a very negative view of the American founding. When confronted with the gross factual inaccuracies, the author defended her work by saying “The 1619 Project is not a history.” She said “It is a work of journalism that examines the modern and ongoing legacy of slavery.” Also see this statement by the NYT’s own fact checker of the 1619 project attesting to the many factual misrepresentations. You can reach your own conclusions about the 1619 Project, but it seemed inappropriate for the speaker to use this platform to further this work of opinion.
  • Police Incentivized to Imprison Black Children: She said that “it is in law enforcement’s interest to get black children into the prison.” I was floored by that generalization. She acted as if she had facts to back the statement up, but she never presented the evidence and I couldn’t follow her supposed logic. I thought it was quite unfair to make such a blanket negative statement about the police. In fact, the studies I have read, like this 2019 research by Michigan State University, shows no racial disparities in police officer actions.
  • Blacks Still 3/5ths of a Person: She said, “I would argue that blacks are still seen as 3/5ths of a person” in the United States. Obviously that is her opinion and I’m sorry she feels that way. But it is inconsistent and unfair for her to claim to be fighting against generalizing people based on race (racism), and then she makes huge generalities about the police and the people of our country. Furthermore, by referencing “3/5ths of a person” that way, she shows her own lack of historical context, as the 3/5ths clause was a method employed by the slavery abolitionists to take power away from the slave-holding south.
  • Our Criminal Justice System is the New Jim Crow: She said that “the new Jim Crow is the criminal justice system,” furthering her generalized views that there is institutional racism in our country. Again, her facts supporting this statement were weak. She cited the fact that black men are incarcerated at a much higher rate than whites and she left it at that. That statement is true, but the way she presented it was misleading because she implied that they are incarcerated unfairly. Studies show, however, that black men are incarcerated more because they commit more crimes than their counterparts in other racial groups. Take, for example, the Bureau of Justice Statistics shows that black offenders committed 52% of homicides between 1980 and 2008, though they make up only 13% of the country. This is still a problem, but it is not a problem with the criminal justice system.
  • Only the Racial Majority can be Racists: At one point she echoed something I have heard for many years about how only people in the racial majority can be racists. By her definition, a black person cannot be racist against a white person and the problem of racism only exists among white people. This is obviously a perversion of the term racism. Maybe I’m going out on a limb here, but I think racism is any time you base your thoughts or actions solely on the color of a person’s skin–white or black or anything in between. There are obviously white racists and black racists, racists against Asians and against Native Americas. Racism is a human problem, not a white majority problem.

In conclusion, I was disappointed by the “conversation on racial inequality.” The “conversation” aspect was limited, and mostly it seemed like a platform for the speaker to air her grievances associated with her political ideology and to lecture about how unjust and racist our country is, all backed up with little more than anecdotal stories and opinions. Of course, there are pockets of injustice and racism in our country and I pray those will be eliminated soon, but overall, we are not an unjust country with systemic racism. Maybe next time the organizers can put together a “conversation on racial equality” that emphasizes the positive rather than the negative and talk about the progress our country has made in our 250 year history and focus on the steps we can take to continue to make the United States of America the greatest place to live on this planet.

Lance Armstrong, Great Speech Until He Delved into Politics

Tonight had the privilege of listening to a speech by Lance Armstrong, the seven time Tour de France winner. Lance was the keynote speaker at the Omniture users’ conference here in Salt Lake City, Utah. Prior to winning his first Tour de France in 1999, Lance Armstrong was a promising young cyclist, but he came down with testicular cancer in 1996. He has an amazing story and is a powerful, living example of perseverance, overcoming all odds and gaining ultimate victory. His speech was about 45 minutes long and I very much enjoyed the first 40 minutes, but in the last 5 minutes, he delved into politics and ended up leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

He merged his speech into politics by talking about how he has lobbied the government for increased funding for cancer research. Then he made a statement that some politicians support cancer research and some don’t. Which is ludicrous, illogical and unfounded; no politician is against finding a cure for cancer. I immediately thought to myself, “please don’t ruin this speech by going into some anti-Republican, liberal rant.” Lance Armstrong then made the assertion that he felt that election day in the US should be a national holiday where everyone has off work so they can go vote. He said, in his estimation, if this were to happen “Republicans would never be elected again.” Expecting a thunderous applause for this line, Lance was taken aback when only one person, in the crowd of roughly 2,000, applauded.

Continuing, Lance told about a time he was touring a doctor’s office in Harlem, New York. He said that a doctor there told him that just 3 miles away lived some of the richest people in America. If someone in that rich area was diagnosed with cancer, said the Harlem doctor, that person will be able to afford the best health care money can buy and that person will most likely survive. But if someone in Harlem came down with cancer, because of “the color of their skin, where they live and the choice they’ve made” in life, their chances of survival are much lower. Then Lance Armstrong went on to say that this is a “moral and ethical failure of the United States.”

He got some applause for this line, but not by me. The implications of his line of thinking were flawed and insulting to me, to the Republican party and to this nation. The United States of America is a bastion of morality and responsible ethics compared to the rest of the world. We have the best health care in the world, which all have access to, rich or poor, black or white, (legal resident or illegal alien). To chastise this great nation for mis-perceived injustices and to imply that Republicans are the cause is degrading and preposterous. And what is his solution? Tax and spend, of course. Take money from the wealthy and re-distribute it through government run programs. The problem is that socialized medicine has been proven (in Canada, Europe and elsewhere) to lower the quality and availability of health care, not improve it.

America has the greatest health care in the world because of free market innovators. Because they are free to keep the fruits of their labors, doctors and pharmaceutical companies work hard, develop new procedures and medicines, and bring health care to a higher level, which all enjoy.

Thanks for listening to my anti-socialist, conservative rant.