One of the great things that comes of travelling a lot is you get to see what other contries do. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, hospital visits, prison, television... you see it all. So what with all the broo haha going on down south of the 49th parallel about healthcare, I thought I'd poke about in Venezuela the last time I was there.
Being a fairly simple individual I figured the best place to start my investigation would be with the obvious. Ok... let's see here. What's obvious? Well... for starters boobs are pretty obvious. And besides, they are pleasing to my eye. And good golly... look at them all! Boobs-a-plenty. My co-worker (a female, I should point out) and I were wandering the streets (between gunshots and bomb blasts) and we (notice how I didn't say "I". That was definitely a "We") noticed that there was a huge preponderance of... shall we say... larger than average bosoms. Now this either speaks highly of the rarified mountain air of Caracas, the nutritious food, the copious amounts of alcohol consumed (I may have made that one up), or a very generous health plan (I would have said "healthy health plan" but that could have been misconstrued.)
Thusly started my investigation. 
Enhancement/reduction.... potatoe/potahtoe
My investigative journalism took me all the way... well... back to the only truly safe place in the city. My hotel. In talking to the employees there, the Venezuelan Health Care System started to unfold. The whole concept can be summed up in a very small space. "Give the people complete healthcare so they don't notice you are squishing them under your all-powerful thumb in every other aspect of their lives." Would a chestier chest make you happy? It's all yours. How about that butt? Unhappy with what 'Da Man gave you? Try this one on."

Oh by the way...no more time off from your $1.00 an hour job, so we don't need golf courses any more. So we're closing them all and building affordable housing. With walls, and open windows, and guards and everything!

gas is 4.8 cents a gallon. Nirvana, no?
So be very, very careful what you wish for.


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I figured Rio de Janeiro to be the overseas boob capital.
{runs off to find shipping box}
Fun post.
Beauty of the female type is a weapon and a pacifier, but not a key to freedom. The US as an industrial nation need National Health if it want its workers to compete with the rest of the $ an hour wage earners of the world, or it will have Revolution.
Revolution does not come form the poor and downtrodden, they are used to being abused by an uncaring system. It come from the middle class who can not only read, but also comprehend that they are fired up and will not take living a peasant's life while the rich get richer and they grow poorer.