To all my Florida friends who want me to come home, sorry, being a UNITED STATES citizen means you're part of something bigger than yourself. It means you're really an Arizonan. You can't move to another STATE in the UNITED STATES, because those people over in that state? They don't pay taxes to this state, and if I recall, Florida doesn't pay state taxes at all, so they're already socialists! I can't go home because I'm not going to be considered a resident of Florida, you know, another part of the United States? But thanks to things like State's Rights, and Insurance Companies and Free Capitalism, and oh yeah, greedy black holes of evil disguised as kindly old codgers in lab coats bound by an oath, a brotherly oath that says first "do no harm", unless that harm comes due to inaction. Because of course, the definition of the word "do" exempts them, since they didn't "do" anything and therefore their inaction is legal and not negligent like if you or I killed someone due to inaction. That would be negligent homicide. Florida won't cover another American because I didn't live in THEIR America. Because sometimes a State knows better what the people of the United States need more than the rest of the United States does. So even though our country is called the UNITED States, the only thing that's united is the fact that every state thinks they're the REAL United States.
So don't change states, otherwise you might end up in the WRONG United States where they lie about "taking care of their own" when the rest of the world says we're bad bad people. That is, unless "taking care of their own" has the same connotation as a Sicilian Mafia motto.
And may I say, PLEASE, oh please keep pushing for tort reform so those poor doctors should not have to worry about malpractice suits. Causing a cancer patient to wait an extra month for surgery because he's broke isn't malpractice anyway since there was no practicing to mal with. Even if you can feel the tumors getting larger and more painful every day. Nope, it's not malpractice at all to have all of my insurance information and still not realize that my insurance won't cover a hangnail operation, yet still offer the hope of full service and quick recovery when what you really meant was "Sorry, yer poor. Buh bye."