Of Hospitals and Roundabouts

Dear Reader,
We live in an era of unadulterated absurdity.  Of all the varying coffers that our provincial government could have placed their gold, still soiled with blood and soot, into - they put it in the coffer labeled "roundabouts and other nuisances 'pon the roads".
While the local hospitals on the isle are crammed with the sickly, our government instead chose (somehow) to spend their shillings on a roundabout.  While there are not enough beds in the emergency ward for the suffering, our government instead chose to spend their shillings on modifying the roads near the tiny airport.  Instead of caring for the elderly and the ill, our government seems to prefer to wantonly light wads of paper money on fire.  But I wonder what the decision-making process would even look like concerning such a thing:
"Well, Faithful Leader, our hospitals are under-staffed, filthy, and without enough beds to take care of the great influx of sick coming through the doors.  Some are even sleeping in the hallways, for lack of anywhere else to lay their heads."
"But how art the tourists fairing?  Are they able to exit the airport properly and with all due haste?  And what of the highways to the ferries?  Are they able to reach those in due haste as well?"
"But Premier, I am not sure how this can possibly..."
"Nay!  I shall not hear of those things - those who are bursting in the pockets can afford such care if they need; let the others die off like the flies of summer."
"But surely, Courageous Leader, might we give some relief to..."
"Not a bit.  Our highways shall become more confusing than Finnegan's Wake.  We shall implement the most costly and ridiculous roundabout system known to man instead."
But I suppose that searching for logic in a conversation had in the upper echelons of "big politics" is about as fruitless as hoping that a baboon can explain Husserl's phenomenology to a small child of three years.
No doubt there is a much more complex story behind such events as the building of the ridiculous roundabout on McTavish Road, but even then, I wonder deeply within myself at who maketh these decisions whilst ignoring the suffering in need right at our own windowsills. 
In my mind, one of the benefits of having a government and an orderly society is that of health care.  But when this very health care is in absolute shambles; when goodly persons cannot stay at hospitals because there simply are no more beds; when the suffering desperately need care; well.  I, for one, dear Reader, do not understand how the government can simply ignore such issues and focus on building roundabouts that are more confusing than the third ring of Hell instead.  Why Reader?  Why so much waste?

Ever your friend and companion to the end,
The Idler.