A man went down from Chicago to Atlanta, and along the road he fell among thieves, which stripped him of his clothes, and beat him and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead.
By chance there came down the same road, Preacher Billy Joe Bob, on his way to tape his weekly Television Sermon in his new shiny Caddillac with the Right-To-Life bumperstickers all over it: and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side, muttering about how terrible it was that the Lib'rul Governmint let the roadsides get all cluttered up with these indigents and illegal immigrants.
And likewise a Republican, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side, eternally grateful that he was not paying for "Socalized Medicine" that might be wasted on such a one as laid by the roadside.
But a certain Dirty Fucking Lib'rul Hippie, as he journeyed, came where the man was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him, and went to him, and bound up his wounds, and performed basic first-aid, and set him behind him on his moped, and brought him to an Emergency Room, and and asked the Emergency Room staff to take care of him.
And the Hospital Staff did say unto him "Does this man have Blue Cross/Blue Shield? Is this Hospital in his Network? Who is going to pay his deductible??"
Which now of these, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among the thieves?