They give you six months to live. How much more time is at their disposal? How did they come by it? Are they in cahoots with the War Machine? With the makers of junk food? Do they encourage high-speed collisions?
How many doctors can dance on the hood of a Cadillac? Is there room left for angels? Have they strapped God to a gurney?
Calling Dr. Kildare, Dr. Casey, Dr. Troy.
We’re at the mercy of inadequate forces.