I Hit a Wall and its Name is MAHA
I was most of the way through the second part of my deep dive on the American healthcare system, when someone forwarded me the link to the video of a shirtless U.S Secretary of Health and Human Services Robert Kennedy working out with Kid Rock.
And, honestly, I thought: "What the hell is even the point?"
The United States is nowhere near enacting universal health coverage. It largely does not even want to.
Its top health official is a science-denying, snake-oil shilling, admitted former drug addict who thinks vaccines and sunscreen cause disease, but tanning beds are healthy.
And for every person (like me) writing hand-wringing think pieces about this horrifically absurd sideshow, there are probably 100 people who think he's right and everything is just fine.
So, I feel that I have to take a step back and disengage.
We are not there because we left the U.S. for good reason. (Many good reasons.)

When I decided to start blogging again after our move to Germany, I decided that I wouldn't be one of those kind of expats who move abroad and then brag about how good they have it.
I wanted to write about the reality – warts and all – to counter both influencer hype and the MAGA disinformation.
