Certainly Not an American Solution

...to the extraordinarily high cost of health care for seniors.

The principle that we should all as citizens contribute our wealth, where it exists, to our care is fair, equitable and socially ethical.
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Those who have benefited most from the conditions which have been to their advantage, whose means have been most generously enhanced should quite properly be expected to contribute proportionately.

As far as I'm concerned, the idea readily applies to just about any aspect of the social contract. Think about who actually makes our middle-class so comfortable

After all, the services which we have enjoyed in our pre-geriatric years have been provided by the least well rewarded. Our refuse has been collected, streets cleaned, potholes mended, milk and post delivered, bedpans emptied, housework undertaken, meals served, a plethora of services which have brought comfort, convenience and carelessness to our lives, all have been undertaken by the lowest paid, and for many of these, such work has caused greater damage to their biological systems than is the case with those whom they serve.

As long as I'm quoting British sources, the Rolling Stones also recognized who's on the bottom. From Beggars Banquet:

Lets drink to the hard working people
Lets drink to the lowly of birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil
Lets drink to the salt of the earth

Say a prayer for the common foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the earth

And when I search a faceless crowd
A swirling mass of gray and
Black and white
They don't look real to me
In fact, they look so strange

Raise your glass to the hard working people
Lets drink to the uncounted heads
Lets think of the wavering millions
Who need leaders but get gamblers instead

Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio

And when I look in the faceless crowd
A swirling mass of grays and
Black and white
They don't look real to me
Or don't they look so strange

Lets drink to the hard working people
Lets think of the lowly of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
Lets drink to the salt of the earth

Lets drink to the hard working people
Lets drink to the salt of the earth
Lets drink to the two thousand million
Lets think of the humble of birth