Our security guard was in the lunchroom the other day, bad-mouthing the Canadian health care system.

We need some security, since the clinic is in a bad part of town.

And I know a lot of right-wingers gravitate to the security industry. This guy is nice enough, but he's a John Wayne worshiper. ( )

And he is so in the wrong place to be coming down on national health insurance.

It was the usual bullshit: "Canadians are dying of cancer because they can't get to an oncologist in time to be treated" - shit like that.

I didn't say anything to him, although I fancy I'm better qualified to determine better than he how efficacious a broad-based system of affordable health care can be. I just don't know what to say to people whose outlook is: "Well, the solution isn't perfect, so let's just not bother trying to solve the problem..."

Had to do a tricky skin excision this morning in clinic.

It was on the patient's penis.

It was just a skin tag, completely benign; but for cosmetic reasons, obviously, the patient wanted it removed. Turned out to be not much trouble. But if the guy felt any apprehension, I could identify with that. Not a place you want sharp things close to.

2006's "Casino Royale" on the DVD makes a terrific soundtrack for a punishing

cardio and free-weights workout!

Whew!...

Saturday, November 2nd. The Weekend Edition of William Shakespeare's Thought For The Day.

Hanging' with Will Shakespeare, cooking up tomorrow's edition of WSTFTD

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