VIDEO- Olbermann's tearful Special Comment about his father: "Help, help, help, help"

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By GottaLaff

Two words: Life Panels.

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Gut wrenching.

He should send this video to every GOP obstructionist, subhuman Big Insurance representative, and Sarah Palin.

Help. Help. Help. Help.

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  • Anonymous

    ...I was making dinner but had to stop...and listen...and yes, I had tears.

    My father passed in 1998. In his case...it was so quick; 24 hours. I was able to scramble to get there but he was already in a coma.

    My partner just in the last 2 months lost his father...a father that he had not seen since about age 6...and then had only discovered, hey, your father is near you but by the way, he's in a coma. He finally died...a blessing.

    My brother-in-law's mother passed last fall. While she was not expected to live after failing health for months...she lingered for three weeks with no feeding tube or IV...it was a horrible drawn out death.

    My Mom...at 89, now lives with me. I so dread the day when her health fails...she has good days...and some that just aren't that great. I'm not so sure that I'll deal with her passing so well.

    And...me...I'm HIV Poz...While I'm fine now...I probably won't make it till really, REALLY old age.

    So...in each of the cases, I will say that most have gotten decent care. While it seems that our doctors and nurses and specialist should know exactly how the body works (ya know...like a toaster ;-)...they don't. It can be frustrating and painful and awful...but I guess that passings are.

    Everyone except me was on Medicare...and again, got resonable care, taking into consideration what was going on with the bodies mentioned. I do worry...I could lose my health insurance in about another 2 years and then what...terrifying.

    ...thanks for the air time...

    p.s...Death Panels? It makes my blood BOIL when I see and hear the likes of Palin and the rest, almost jokingly talk about it...and how they do all they can to STOP Americans from having healthcare...it makes me sick. I don't understand how they can be so immune to stories such as those posted here. It's terrible how cold and money grubbing they are....

  • Wyld Raven

    I have been, and still am, where Keith finds himself. The difference is, instead of a parent, I am acting as medical power of attorney for my fiancée. It started in August of 2008. She's been in and out of hospitals since, and is currently inpatient since August 2009. She has suffered several severe bouts of sepsis, and gone through several periods of severe depression and ICU psychosis.

    This "system", if you can really call it that, seems designed to wear you down to the point where you stop fighting. "Death panels" indeed. Sarah Palin is an insult to humanity for propagating that lie.

    The "death panels" are the insurance companies. They are the doctors who string you along with the promise that you will get the surgery you need "next month". They are the hospitals who give you sepsis, and suffer no consequences, because in Texas we have "tort reform".

    Yes, Keith, I feel your pain. I live it. Like you, I cry when I think about it too much. Like you, I am angry, and I hurt, and I want it all to end, but not the way your father, and my fiancée, have asked for it to end.

    The fight is only over when you decide to surrender. Until then, there is always tomorrow.

  • Anonymous

    Lu Cifer- all compassion aside for aironlater, your obviously WRONG view that "unless you're rich, you're all but a non-entity in America" is so stupid, so paranoid delusional, that it's hard to imagine how shitty your everyday existence is! Walk into any clinic, doctor's office, hospital in the country and you'll see everyday, ordinary people from all walks of life and every economic level. It ISN'T only the "rich" who get excellent care, despite many anecdotal tales of woe, and common battles with insurance companies to pay some claims. The CARE is delivered over & over & over again, everyday, throughout the country.
    That's not to say that improvements don't need to be made, and rising costs gotten under control, but put the razor blade down, pull the noose off your neck, unplug the toaster next to the tub, turn off the engine in your closed garage, climb back in off the ledge of your building, put the gun down, steo away from the train track and see your country for what it REALLY is.

  • Lu Cifer, http://Lu666Cifer.blogspot.com

    What Air says is spot on. We've ALL had a similar experience, or know somebody who has. The "Health Care" system of the USA...well, it SUCKS. It ROYALLY SUCKS. While asshole repukes like DICKhead Cheney have been kept alive to wreak havoc and death upon this world, GOOD people have been left TO DIE. IT HAS GOT TO STOP. Otherwise, how else are we to be able to hear "AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL" and not every last one of us know IT'S NOT. Not so pretty after all. Unless you're rich, you're all but a non-entity in America. What would our founding father (and mothers!) think??? Perhaps George Carlin was not far off ONE DAMN BIT when he said "The reason why it's called 'The American Dream' is because you have to be ASLEEP TO BELIEVE IT!!!"

  • GottaLaff

    Oh aironlater, I'm so sorry. I know how much time and emotion you put into that comment, and all I have to offer is a hug.

    Wish it was in person. ::HUG::

  • aironlater

    The problem with this clip - and I believe Kieth, as I have watched him since he was on Sportscenter - is that you can't prove what he is saying unless you go to the hospital and see his father. This, unfortunately, is that the muddled mind of the conservative prattle-heads will say. That aside, I have to say that I can fully empathize with him, as my father suffered through various conditions for years and rarely let it be shown to anyone but those closest to him.

    I can remember phone calls and face to face conversations where he would say the same thing to me - kill me - when the pain would be too much. My father, Carl Brandon Stapp, Jr, would come home from a session of shots, a night in the ER, or a short road trip in an ambulance that ended somewhere in the parking lot before he was denied entry and he would be barely able to articulate that he simply couldn't handle where he was or what was going on.

    I can remember the weekend before I got the call from my mother - the woman that loathed his every action - called me and told me that my "daddy" had just died. Her sobs and cries punctuating the words that I never thought I would hear, considering they had been divorced for nearly 20 years. My father had called me in a panic and told me that he couldn't afford this medication any longer, he couldn't stand the pain, the speculations by his sister that he was abusing his meds he had left, that he was somehow faking this. It was almost like a person that was hooked on Meth and wanted that next fix but it was honest, serious, humble, and passionate. My father was in pain and no one would help him.

    At his funeral, our family - who in one way or another could have at least assisted him - surrounded his remains - stood mute and expressed not the remorse, saddness, and confusion that I thougt they would, but the posturing and posing that they felt was necessary for the moment.

    Next month, on this very day, my father would have been 70. I can still hear his voice, feel the warmth and happiness of his embrace, and know the wisdom of his words. There isn't a day that goes by that not only thinks, but knows that if he had had the means to pay for his healthcare when I was younger, that he might be alive to see me graduate from college, buy my first home, publish my first writings, have my first child, or even sit with my at Christmas and say "I love you, son". The later is what I miss the most.

    I believe Keith. And I miss my daddy more than anyone will ever know.