I do not fully understand your comment.
I was not referring to socialism (it being the theory of social organization which advocates that the means of production, distribution, and exchange should be owned or regulated by the community as a whole). I was talking about government run social care in an otherwise primarily capitalist based society. Not socialism but what exists across Europe. (If you think European countries are socialist then you perhaps need to chat to a socialist here. They will quickly correct your views and explain how far these countries are from being socialist states.)
I do not get the connection between making an observation about a country that does not even attempt to set up social support for those most in need and your claim that such support systems always fail to help the people in need. What makes you think that? No doubt anyone could find individual examples of failings that have occurred in countries with social care - but those are individual failings within a system that supports the majority who need support. That is not “always, always”.
Your post begins to sound a lot like an argument which goes “no doubt there will be a few failures so why bother attempt anything at all”. Is that the argument you are promoting?
Of course, if some random person calls you on the phone and explains their dilema, we would all put our hands in our pockets and send them some cash…Wouldn’t we?
So what you are saying is if a Yank called you from here in the States asking for a particular type of Black pudding found in the UK , you would not have the decency to help out that Yank ?
Only if the American was Surfermom, but I don’t expect a call from her, because she’s vegetarian…
Black Pudding…Yuck!.. 
Now if it was ‘Yorkshire Pudding’… 
Now these 2 new how to live
Too much fat on that bacon for my liking NCS…
Big girls weren’t they…I can’t say I’m surprised…
It would give me a heart attack if I ate half of that stuff… 
Wait a minute… 
When cable tv came out we got it and I used to watch that show religiously .
I liked their style , they walked their own walk and granted though one would not eat like that daily they threw caution out the window and did it their way .
Now you’re talking! I knew I could count on you 
Abacus is my middle name Surfer… 
OGF might not, ‘cos he’s from a notoriously unhelpful part of the UK 
, but feel free to ask and I’d be more than willing to help.
Lol I suspected so but truth is he reminds me of EVERY local in my area over 60 .
I had a plumbing job earlier and property tax and utility costs came up it was like I was chatting with OldGreyFox . I tried to explain how with the few farms in the area solar is cost effective and since raised panels actually give the cows shelter from sun but it was fruitless .
Being 72 I’m in that age bracket but I do lean left and subscribe to more solar and wind projects .
Oh dear, have you learnt nothing NCS… 
Oooo, that sounds like fighting words for Yorkshiremen, who from this side of the pond have a reputation of being hardy and clever…but heaven knows I could use all the help I can get! 
Surely a typo… “hardly clever” would be better. 
OGF knows I’m joking btw. We go way back and are good friends. 
Lol you are every man in my community over 60 except one .
Edit , let me add they say things like that , open your eyes , how can you be so blind , etc , etc
I try to debate make my point but get those type comments , lol
Yorkshire men say what they like and like what they say.
(If the wife agrees)
I am greatly misunderstood, a sentimental and delicate Yorkshire flower. A ‘Rose’… 
…Yes, a Yorkshire rose…with a mind in turmoil…
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere’d country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
I bet you weren’t expecting that!
And that was just the sweet nothings you whisper to your wife before you get out of bed in a morning.
You’re such a romantic, sentimental softie Foxy.
What does that romantic line mean my sweet ?
I’m afraid it’s not very romantic at all Morty…
A ‘bare bodkin’ is a thin bladed knife unsheathed, and in the text, could be used to take a life…perhaps suicide to quieten the demons…
Sorry Morty, tis a tale of woe…