STRATEGIC HEALTH CARE is a noble health care lobbying firm "working at the intersection of health care and government — widely respected for our expertise in congressional and regulatory matters, health policy analysis and solutions, CMS pilots and demos, federal grants development, managed care contracting and association management." And that's why it is holding a Capitol Hill "White Trash Reception" on July 19. "Hey y’all - get gussied up in your Sunday jorts, mullets, and fullets and come on down to the White Trash Reception," this invitation that's flying around the Hill reads. "Grab some suds and grub with Strategic Health Care!"
A joke that involves jargon in the punch line is really tough to tell to a general audience. If you explain it, it loses that instant punch that a jargon-speaker will get. If you don't explain it, a non-speaker may not even realize it's a joke.
(There's a whole class of computer-nerd jokes like this, going back at least as far as "El Camino Bignum").
I read it more as "There is a Fundy Tide of cash rushing in through the intersection of government and private health sectors, and we're dipping our hands in and grabbing us some. Please pay us, we'll do whatthefuckever you want, we don't care, we have absolutely no morals."
I reviewed a disability case a few months ago from one of the hillbilly states. The claimant told the evaluating psychologist that she had served a prison term for manufacturing amphetamines.
She was administered an IQ test, and her best score was on the index for "Processing Speed." Meaning ability to solve problems and perform mental tasks quickly.
Disability claims always seem to include back pain. One case also reported he used to work in a lumbar yard.
Bonus money for anyone who arrives in a pre-1980 pick up truck.
Would I get to have what Trip's having?
A joke that involves jargon in the punch line is really tough to tell to a general audience. If you explain it, it loses that instant punch that a jargon-speaker will get. If you don't explain it, a non-speaker may not even realize it's a joke.
(There's a whole class of computer-nerd jokes like this, going back at least as far as "El Camino Bignum").
I briefly tried to convince my kids that the line was "Kissing the night away".
There has to be an "I'mma let you finish, but" joke in there somewhere.
No weddings, just trial marriages.
I read it more as "There is a Fundy Tide of cash rushing in through the intersection of government and private health sectors, and we're dipping our hands in and grabbing us some. Please pay us, we'll do whatthefuckever you want, we don't care, we have absolutely no morals."
It's not far off time for stores to start stocking Halloween costumes.
So I guess it's a come as you are party.
White trash/healthcare anecdote:
I reviewed a disability case a few months ago from one of the hillbilly states. The claimant told the evaluating psychologist that she had served a prison term for manufacturing amphetamines.
She was administered an IQ test, and her best score was on the index for "Processing Speed." Meaning ability to solve problems and perform mental tasks quickly.
I guess you had to be there.
What you call a "White Trash Party" in the red states? a regular party.
*rimshot*
Maybe a pile of those who died waiting for HCR implementation on a barrow, instead...
Is being shitfaced on moonshine necessary for admission?
Party? All have to do is look out the window or drive thru the neighborhood and that's all I see. Even when I look in the mirror.
Will <a href="http:\/\/strategichealthcare.net\/erskine-cade\/" target="_blank">this guy</a> turn up in whiteface?