Visit to the VA Clinic
A couple times a year I have some blood drawn. The sorcerers at the Veterans Administration laboratories mix it with magic potions. They then use it to divine my past, present, and future. That information then becomes available via a rectangular crystal ball. Their medium then laid hands on me and in a prophetic trance commands the changes I must make to insure a long and healthy life. I then offer an unblemished goat to the gods of Medicare and several calves to the private insurers. I’m then free to go until the next time the spectral mists of time summon me.
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