Oh ye of little faith.

HL7[/url] is the answer to your prayers as surely as a wagon needs a cummerbund. Quiet please. This is important. You must consider the HL7 protocol. It slices. It dices. It makes ShamWOW look like... a dishcloth. It can cure your halitosis and lumbago too. Old Septimus Cragg from down Cornpone Road had twenty-five years struck down with the palsy, but two weeks with HL7 and he was back climbing the walls again. Jumpy as he ever was, people. Tis no lie, I speaks here today.

To all the naysayers, the blaggards, the snarks and the scoundrels who wrongly accuse dear, dear HL7 of putting the electronic health record back 25 years, I ask you this, my poor myopic impatient friends: "What other transmission protocol gives you a free set of steak knives with every brace of pipe delimiters?"

Not only is the capacious, capricious, even carpaccious HL7 changing the world of healthcare forever, in ways never even dreamt of at its conception, it is doing so with style, sophistication, and, dare I say it, ... love. How many other interoperability protocols can boast accreditation under the ANSI Love (version 1.1 draft) standard? None frankly.

My detractors will call me a zealot. To that charge I plead GUILTY. True zealotry only comes when you have something this good. Scrutiny, rational evaluation, utility... these feeble irritations must be relegated to the status of impudent impediment. The game is now about belief my friends. When was the last time you had interoperability you could truly believe in.

Ladies and gentlemen I give you... HL7.