Showing posts with label Politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Politics. Show all posts

Monday, February 29, 2016

Trumping America

"It's amazing to me. A guy with the worst spray tan in America is attacking me for putting on makeup.”  "Donald is not going to 'Make America Great.' He's going to make America orange!"
~ Marco Rubio on Donald Trump

Historically presidential election years are characterized by truths and half-truths, partisanship, accusations, a fair bit of slander and enough melodrama to fill up several seasons of daytime TV.  They’re a Machiavellian daytime soap.  It’s popular to look back longingly at elections past and glorify them for having the dignity that never was.  And so we always try to lean on that nostalgia and the pretense that each upcoming election will rediscover statesmanship.  Yeah this election has squashed any hope of decorum. This election year a process that has at least historically pretended to having dignity has all of the decorum of a rolling barrel of random trash.  And that barrel was set in motion by the antics of one Donald J. Trump.  He came onto the political scene with all of the grace and tact of an exploding gasoline truck. 

Monday, February 22, 2016

Brief Notes from a Political Dreamer

I’m a dreamer apparently.  I’ve always thought of myself as being pretty matter of fact; pragmatic to the point of being stodgy.  I guess not.  Since I’ve hitched my political wagon to one Bernard Sanders I’ve been relegated to the ranks of the starry eyed idealists; Utopians with big ideas and small chance for success.  I’ve been told by the Hillary crowd that a vote for Sanders is tantamount to a vote for the GOP.  “We like Sanders," they say in that patronizing, I'm talking to an 8 year old tone.  "He’s got good ideas but they aren’t realistic.  Hillary has a better chance of beating Trump.”



Saturday, February 20, 2016

The Quadrennial Games

It’s time once again for the quadrennial party.  You know the one.  That over the top orgy of backbiting, name calling, sore losers, graceless winners, allegations of cheating, actual cheating, xenophobia, jingoism, backroom deals, payoffs, under the table money and other assorted bad behavior.  Thought I was going to write about the Summer Olympics didn’t you?  Maybe another time.  This is about the presidential elections. 

Sunday, December 20, 2015

What Exactly Did You Meme By That?

“How about you turn in your guns,” President Obama said, pointing a threatening finger.  Well there it was; right there on the internet, right there on Facebook.  I could see it in my mind as if it were really happening.  The President of the United States is knocking on my door, flanked by two U.S Marshalls and trailed by those suited guys who sport shades and earpieces.   And then he says, “How about you turn in your guns.  Boys", he says to the marshals, “do your duty.”  And so they push me aside and march into my home like SS storm troopers and ransack the place until they find the two black powder Civil War replicas that I’ve used in reenactments.  And then The President of the United States and his minions go on to pillage the next house, leaving me to sweep up the shattered bric –a- brac and right the overturned furniture.  Sure as hell it’s going to happen.  It has to because I saw it on Facebook, on the internet and in a meme.  Because if it’s in a meme it must be true. 

Monday, March 9, 2015

Evacuating Suburbia

Throw out them LA papers
And that moldy box of vanilla wafers.
Adios to all this concrete.
Gonna get me some dirt road back street
~  From L.A. Freeway, Lyrics by Guy Clark

“Concrete and cars are their own prison bars”
~ From Toes, Written by Zac Brown, John Driskell Hopkins, Shawn Mullins and Wyatt Durette

Retirement talk has been revolving around the domestic circle a lot lately.  Mine, not the wife’s.  You see she’s been retired and according to her it’s the shit (that’s urban slang for she likes it).  I know this because she tells me it’s the shit all the time, quite often after I've dragged my worn out bones into the house after a day at the office and an hour on the freeway with a few thousand of my fellow Americans feeling like shit; about 10 pounds of it in a 5 pound sack (which is old school for suburbia blows).  


Friday, July 4, 2014

Independence Day Musings

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. ~ The Declaration of Independence

“The greatness of America lies not in being more enlightened than any other nation, but rather in her ability to repair her faults.” ~ Alexis de Tocqueville

July 4th, 2014.  After taking my usual sunrise run I was surprised, and disappointed, to see that my coffee house haunt was open at 6, the usual time for a weekday.  Not so disappointed that I boycotted coffee for the day but enough so that it gave pause to note that another holiday was passing with business as usual.  Workers were arriving at Home Depot to start the day and the Big Lots folks were putting out their Independence Day displays; sadly they aren't independent from work on what should be one of the most significant holidays in America’s calendar year.

It was 238 years ago that the Declaration of Independence from the British crown was adopted.  It was, for all intents and purposes already a done deal.  Two days prior the 2nd Continental Congress had approved Richard Henry Lee’s resolution declaring independence.  And this certainly didn't mark the day that the colonists took up arms.  The revolution had been going on since April of the preceding year and the colonists had been raising bloody hell (As King George might have said) for some time before that.  The Declaration of Independence wouldn't even be signed until the following month.  But I’m splitting hairs, aren't I? 


Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Staring Down the Barrel of the Truth

Clearly America has reached the point at which she needs to look herself in the eye.  Look herself in the eye, take a collective deep breath and be honest with herself.  She needs to come to grips with the realities of gun violence and admit some simple truths.

A table of death at a gun show

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Dinner at Mom's: 2nd Course - Fried Meat, Mushrooms, Politics and a Side Order of Fear

Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. 
~ Eve of Destruction written by P. F. Sloan, recorded by Barry McGuire.

October 1964; probably 3 or 4 times in a month mom put fried pork chops on the menu.  Chops carried more fat back then and so it followed that they carried a hell of a lot more flavor.  Mom would put the pan drippings to good use and make a batch of cream gravy.  Nothing quite like pork chops and mashed potatoes in a bath of cream gravy.  It was the meat and potatoes diet that was starting to undergo scrutiny.  The medicos waved a bony finger at America and warned that fatty red meat, cream, butter and all that frying was going to clog the arteries and bring about a national cardiac crisis.  We were faced with the fear that our diet was killing us.

As so as we cemented our arteries, we watched the dour TV newsmen report on the upcoming presidential election. The GOP had nominated the conservative Barry Goldwater to unseat Lyndon B. Johnson who took office after JFK was assassinated.  It was the dual of initials; LBJ versus AuH2O (the chemical symbols for Gold and Water).  Johnson teetered on the Vietnamese fence by positioning himself as a pillar of war restraint who could still be tough on Communism. It might have been a hard sell against anyone but Goldwater.  The Arizona Senator's tough posture on the Commies translated to acute "hoof in mouth" disease with some propositions that scared the shit out of the electorate. His notion on dealing with Chinese supply lines in Vietnam was to clear them out with "low yield nuclear weapons."  I still recall the GOP campaign slogan touting Goldwater's conservatism, "In your heart you know he's right," being turned by the Democrats to, "In your heart you know he might" (launch a nuke) and "In your guts you know he's nuts." And so as we sat at the dinner table that forkful of dessert hung suspended as we watched with unease and then gasped at Johnson’s campaign ad; a little girl, a daisy and a nuclear mushroom cloud.


Oh yeah, we knew all about mushroom clouds.  Hiroshima and Nagasaki were within my parents’ recent memories and as a kid I remember news footage of those boiling explosions. My grade school friends and I may have been too young to be concerned but we knew all about mega tonnage and we were in awe along with the rest of the world of the Soviet's gargantuan tests. I was 10 years old when Kennedy, Khrushchev and Castro had their atomic pissing contest. It was the Eve of Destruction that Barry McGuire would sing about two years later.

As kids we carried A-bombs in the backs of our minds.  We wondered if the destructive force of a nuke dropped on downtown San Francisco would carry as far south as San Mateo.  My friends and I would ride our bikes around the nearby College of San Mateo, often passing by the stairs that led down to the fallout shelter.  I seem to recall some sense of relief that we had a shelter so close, although in retrospect had the bomb been dropped when class was in session the shelter would have filled up with college students leaving the rest of us to go through the radioactive baking cycle. We knew all about the Strategic Air Command B-52s that hovered round the clock on the outskirts of Soviet air space to deliver retaliation in the event of of a Soviet launch.  We knew that fighter pilots on alert slept in the cockpits of their jets on the tarmacs.  When the sixties began we went through the bomb drills not really knowing what we were doing as we got into a tuck position under our desks.  We giggled and made faces at each other.  By the mid-sixties we probably started to question what the hell good a student desk would do in the midst of a nuclear attack.  Finally, by the end of the sixties as we entered high school we darkly joked that the tuck position was invented to be able to conveniently and easily "kiss your ass goodbye."  And yet there was this perverse fascination, an attraction to the images of nuclear blasts.  The vivid colors and the seeming grace in which the big cloud formed carried a strange and awful beauty. And then of course there was the awesome, hard to imagine power. We were transfixed, but really, who would admit to it?

Practicing to kiss your ass goodbye?
When I look back on the cold war I pause for a moment at 9/11; I recall the general fear that gripped our nation in the hours, days and weeks that followed. It makes me wonder how much fear our parents felt when they knew that destruction and death from above were just a few minutes away.  A nuclear storm could strike Oklahoma City with more destruction than a tornado and about as little warning; or a bomb could topple San Francisco as suddenly as a 7.0 earthquake.  If we kids could sense the danger of nuclear holocaust how much fear dogged our parents?  In some cases it was enough for them to build bomb shelters under the house and then be prepared to lock out the desperate folks who used to be friends and neighbors before the sky started to fall.

The images that left us in awe
In October 1963, just weeks before the election, my parents brought me with them to Washington Square in San Francisco to listen to Johnson preach peace in a stump speech.  LBJ concluded his speech by saying, “For 11 months I have tried to help us have peace in the world, and if I can have your help, if I can have your hand, if I can have your heart, if I can have your prayers, if the good Lord is willing, I will continue to try to lead this Nation and this world to peace." Johnson won the election handily but in the end it didn't work out so well; for LBJ or for America - at least not on the foreign policy front.




America sat at the dinner table that election year and was fed a diet of fear. By Goldwater, the fear of the Red Menace; by Johnson the fear of Goldwater. Not much has really changed has it? Candidates still serve up the fear diet; just in a different flavor.  Soft on Communism has become naive about terrorism. I feel fortunate that as a boy I had a connection to a different time, as my dad would relate to me the calm that FDR tried to deliver to an anxious nation; "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." Fear is now a permanent ingredient in the campaign recipe. We'll never go back will we? Sad.  

Stump speeches.  I look back at LBJ in Washington Square as irretrievable nostalgia.  Presidential candidates don’t make stump speeches anymore.  They rarely come to California anymore but when they do it's with a purpose irrelevant to the election itself; Republicans know they can’t win here and Democrats know it’s in the bag.  So why would you come to the most populous state in the Union? To meet the people you hope to lead?  To deliver to the electorate your vision of hope for the nation?  Hell no. It’s to appear at a gazillion dollar a plate fundraising dinner.  They go out of their way to appear in front of friendly crowds because protest signs make bad photo ops and heckling a poor sound bite.  Politicians have lied through their teeth for ages.  In the old days you got to see them do it in person - for free, in a big city park.  Now you have to whip out the AMEX, or mortgage the homestead so you can listen to a fellow mortgage his morals at a private dinner in a rich guy's mansion.


And ironically, some fifty years after we were being told that our diet was about as healthy as a glass of hemlock, the stigma has been removed from red meat, starches and heavy cream.  Meat and potatoes have been repackaged as the healthy, salutary paleo-diet.  I suppose that if the diet experts ever tire of analyzing what we eat they can turn to politics.  They seem to be pretty good at flip-flopping and scaring the shit out of the public.
"Wife, we need to get off those damned grains and legumes.  They're killing us.  Whip me up a chicken fried steak with a an order of cream gravy and do it on the double quick"


Thursday, October 10, 2013

Trick or Treat; And Make It a Double

I've been a bad blogger.  I don’t mean in the sense that this blog as a whole is trash; although that in itself might be a problem.  I've been lax and lazy.  When I published my last post the Halloween candy hadn't yet hit the store shelves.  Now the big wide seasonal aisle in the local super is well stocked with bags of mini candy bars and little boxes of candies.  I've noticed over the years that the bags of candy keep getting smaller and smaller as do the bars inside the bags.  It used to be that two or three bags of Snickers might handle the Halloween crowd.  Now you need at least six or seven.  Well you actually need less than that to feed the little monsters but that wouldn't allow for the proper snacking between the time you buy the candy and Halloween night. 

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

High On Weed


It's July, 2013 and my wife Cora and I are taking a driving trip through Northern California and into Oregon.  Weed, California was our stopover on the way to Oregon. 


We pulled into Weed, California a little after 10 at night.  It was a five hour drive from the Bay Area in scorching heat and we’d decided that getting to our destination held more appeal than food.  Motel 6 never looked so good.  I was perfectly happy to shower and call it a night but Cora wanted dinner.  The desk clerk told us that the choices were the fast food joints a couple exits down the interstate or a place a few blocks down the road called the Hi Lo Café.




Friday, April 26, 2013

A Terrorism of Indifference


"I would invite anyone in Washington to come look my patients in the eye and tell them that waiting for a flight is a bigger problem than traveling farther and waiting longer for chemotherapy."  ~  Dr. William Nibley, of United Cancer Specialists in Utah.

It came home to roost this past week.  The IT is sequestration.  You remember sequestration don’t you?  It’s only been about 8 weeks since President Obama and Congress foisted the sequester on the folks they’re paid to serve, and for the most part it’s been almost forgotten; by the public, by the media and most of all by the men and women who are responsible for it.  Perfectly content and comfortable with sequestration conveniently out of the news, they were no doubt equally disappointed when it came back to the headlines with something of a vengeance.


Saturday, March 23, 2013

A Convenient Epiphany



In the capitals of our nation a person’s worth is defined by the size of his bank account, his clout or his political expediency.

There has been a mass epiphany within the ranks of the Republican Party's politicians.  For many in The Grand Old Party, the notion of gay marriage no longer poses the threat to western civilization that it did about 5 months ago.  Let me think, just what was it that happened 5 months ago?  Oh yeah, I remember, that was along about the time of the last election when the self-described Party of Lincoln got shellacked when it came to garnering votes from just about everyone who isn’t an old white guy.  And just for the record I'm an OWG myself. I just happen to be an OWG who doesn't relate at all to the GOP. 

Saturday, March 16, 2013

What's Happened Here?


When did it all change?  Why did it all change?  How did it all change so much?  I grew up in the suburbs of San Mateo.  It was a middle class neighborhood in the hills above the town, on the San Francisco Bay Peninsula, about 30 minutes south of San Francisco itself.  It was the fifties and sixties; a time when we boomers lived the American Dream defined by well-manicured lawns, ranch style homes and the notion that we, the children, would live in a better America. 

Friday, March 8, 2013

Sequestering Morality


Emergency responders like the ones who are here today — their ability to help communities respond to and recover from disasters will be degraded.  Border Patrol agents will see their hours reduced.  FBI agents will be furloughed.  Federal prosecutors will have to close cases and let criminals go. 
~  Remarks by President Obama on Sequestration, February, 19th 2013

"A culture that victimizes it's weakest members is a culture in decline."  ~  John Barry of The Southern Tier AIDS Program.

We’ve been sequestered!  Or is it sequestrated?  I don’t know; either way it comes out to the same thing.  We’ve been screwed.  By our government.  Again.  Actually I couldn’t say whether or not I’m actually part of the “we” that’s being screwed.  I’m in the comfortable middle class and I imagine I’ll come through this without really noticing much.  If I decide I want to take a flight somewhere I might have to show up at the airport a little earlier; so I lose a little sleep.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

America Heal Thyself IV



Final Part
People over Money 


This is the last post of four dealing with healthcare in America.  Before commencing I should point out some important facts about myself to provide perspective.  I’ve always had health insurance through an employer and still do.  I’ve never complained about the premiums or copays.  I would not flinch if my rates or taxes were increased to provide healthcare for each and every citizen.  There are always personal sacrifices that we can make for the good of all.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
From The Declaration of Independence.

Of the thirty-three developed nations, thirty two have universal healthcare.  The lone exception is the United States.  How could that be?  In 1776, when America was just a concept a group of patriots signed a document that established as unalienable rights, life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  Integral to two of those rights, life and the pursuit of happiness is good health; or at the very least the opportunity for good health. And yet we find ourselves mired in a cantankerous debate over whether we should have universal health care anchored by a robust government system.  If we were a truly civilized society, we would have long ago figured out how to accomplish this. 

Nearly 50 years ago America experienced a similar debate about healthcare.  It was a time when the elderly were tied to their children for survival.  There was no healthcare system in place for the elderly to turn to.  In 1959, George Reedy, the man who 5 years later would become Lyndon Johnson’s press secretary summed up the status of America’s elderly; “Somehow the problem must be dramatized in some way so that Americans will know that the problem of the aging amounts to a collective responsibility.  America is no longer a nation in which grandmother and grandfather can spend their declining years in a log cabin doing odd jobs and taking care of the grandchildren.” Johnson took on the challenge and in 1965, Medicare became a reality.  Oh there was a hue and cry and the alarm of creeping socialism.  Said Ronald Reagan; “If you don’t [stop Medicare] and I don’t do it, one of these days you and I are going to spend our sunset years telling our children and our children’s children what it once was like in America when men were free.”  Well I’m closing in on the sunset years and I still don’t have a portrait of Joe Stalin on the wall and contrary to Reagan’s dire warning Medicare was actually liberating.  America isn’t bound by the shackles of despotic Socialism but the elderly are no longer tied to their children.  They live longer more productive lives on their own, assured that their medical needs are taken care of. Young families no longer have to wonder what to do with the grandparents when planning the family vacation.  They no longer have to choose between saving for their children’s college education and keeping granny healthy.

Once again we’re in a healthcare debate; this time over universal coverage.  We’re told by conservative pundits that if it’s a government program, it’s bound to fail.  Nothing that the government does ever turns out right.  These are words that come from the self-same individuals who will regale us with the greatness of America; a nation that can accomplish whatever it sets its collective mind to. The nation that sponsored the exploration and opening of the West in the 19th century, facilitated the carving of a canal in Panama, spearheaded the downfall of Axis tyranny, built the Federal Highway System, funded science research that is second to none, possesses the most powerful military ever known, landed a man on the moon and for decades operated a successful space shuttle.  We did all of these things yet we can’t find a way to make healthcare for everyone a reality? When it’s convenient to make their case, the Palin’s and Limbuagh’s will always decry the incompetence of American government.

At the heart of the debate is money; the rising costs of healthcare; an aging population putting pressure on funding and medical resources; the impact on the deficit.  We’ve been told that to have government sponsored healthcare is not sustainable; that it’s impossible.  I have to believe that finding the means to fund universal healthcare is possible.  This country spends mountains of money on programs that nobody bats an eyelash over.  Consider a military budget that dwarfs the rest of the world.  Our two “potential military opponents” Russia and China have combined military budgets of 142.5 billion dollars a figure that is dwarfed by our budget of 739.3 billion dollars.  And while Mitt Romney is ready to add another two trillion dollars to the defense budget he finds that we can’t afford medical care for the citizenry. 

Investing in the health of Americans is a positive investment but if you're looking for investments to fume over there are plenty out there.  How about Pakistan?  Why did we never have a contentious national argument over doling out some 20 billion dollars to Pakistan? Over the last 10 years we poured money into a nation that not only gave aid and comfort to insurgents fighting against us in the Afghan war, it pretended not to notice a tall Arab terrorist hooked to a dialysis machine living next door to their military academy; and then they were outraged when we killed the man.  But Pakistan was Bin Laden’s friend years before he was on our radar.  That was a time when the Soviets had left Afghanistan and we poured countless millions and more millions into Pakistan while it supported Bin Laden and the precursors to the Taliban. Where was the outrage over giving money to a nation playing us for fools?  We can support a rogue nation that works against our own interests but we’re pennywise and pound foolish with healthcare for our own.    

Over the course of three posts, I’ve not discussed the debate over money.  I’ve not delved into the minutiae over the funding of universal healthcare and I certainly won’t begin here.  That’s because at its very core it is not a money issue, it is a moral issue.  And yet the two, money and morality, have become tragically intertwined.  We’ve come to a hell of a situation in which people cannot afford to get sick. Consider that:
     Crushing hospital and medical bills are the cause of most personal bankruptcies. The results of a 2007 study by the American Medical Association states: Using a conservative definition, 62.1% of all bankruptcies in 2007 were medical; 92% of these medical debtors had medical debts over $5000, or 10% of pretax family income. The rest met criteria for medical bankruptcy because they had lost significant income due to illness or mortgaged a home to pay medical bills. Most medical debtors were well educated, owned homes, and had middle-class occupations. Three quarters had health insurance. Using identical definitions in 2001 and 2007, the share of bankruptcies attributable to medical problems rose by 49.6%. In logistic regression analysis controlling for demographic factors, the odds that a bankruptcy had a medical cause was 2.38-fold higher in 2007 than in 2001. The study also found that; The share of bankruptcies attributable to medical problems rose by 50% between 2001 and 2007.
      People put off medical care until such time that they can afford it. US News reported that a woman in New Jersey had a 51 pound tumor removed.  The tumor was not only malignant; it was putting pressure on her interior vena cava which returns blood to the heart.  The tumor grew to its appalling size not because the woman was obese and didn’t know it was there or because she was chronically stupid.  No she was forced to wait until Medicare kicked in before she could have the required surgery. What would have happened to her if she were not on the cusp of Medicare?
     
And then there are those not as lucky as the New Jersey woman; the ones that simply die; something that Mitt Romney assures us doesn’t happen; “We don’t have people that become ill, who die in their apartment because they don’t have insurance.” Well according to a Harvard Medical School study, some 45000 people a year die due to lack of medical insurance.  The study also found that uninsured, working-age Americans have a 40 percent higher risk of death than their privately insured counterparts, up from a 25 percent excess death rate found in 1993.
     I imagine that someone could try to make the argument that the study is flawed; the numbers inflated.  Okay let’s grant that the numbers are inflated. From what? 35,000?  20,000?  10,000?  Is there a point where the figure becomes acceptable? If there is then please go to the comments section and fill in the blank.
 
Beware the sanctimonious hypocrites; the so called God fearing folks, Huckabee, Santorum and their apostles, the Tea Party.  Phony Christians and blustering humbugs; they claim a franchise on the defense of life and bloviate about the moral decay of America while their actions and policies expose their meanness and cruelty caring not one fig for a family on the edge of poverty that suffers a parent with untreated high blood pressure or a child with autism and no recourse but to simply soldier on.  It doesn’t touch the souls of these "Christian soldiers" that over 35% of uninsured children go a year or more without seeing a doctor. Carrying a Bible in one hand and a bludgeon in the other their twisted creed distorts Christian charity as creeping Socialism.  An inbreeding of right wing ideology, tub thumping evangelical Protestantism and unbridled paranoia seeks to marginalize “the least of these” as Christ called them.
“Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’
“They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’
“He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’
The Book of Matthew; Chapter 25; 41 – 45.

In my first post on healthcare I quoted a man’s response to an article on healthcare. He said; “if u want insurance buy it, if not pay Cash..if not, go Die..”  As loathsome as I find that sentiment I have to say that I’ve more respect for this fellow than those that choose to remain behind a veil. 

I’ve long ago grown weary of the whiners on social media bitching about Obamacare and how its going to raise their insurance rates and lighten their bank accounts.  Tough shit. I have someone close to me with type 1 diabetes.  She did nothing wrong except sit by while her pancreas decided to short circuit.  I’ve a wife who’s gone toe to toe with cancer three times, won each time and shown more courage and character than some pudknocker sniveling over having to cut back on his Coors ration because my wife deserves coverage as much as he does.  I’ve a friend with a child who has a heart condition.  I’ve another friend with a quirky thyroid that requires medication.  One with a history of spinal surgeries.  These people are all a job loss away from possibly losing health coverage and losing a chance to thrive, to be productive members of society to love and be loved by their families and of losing those unalienable rights of life and the pursuit of happiness.
And so to those whiners I have a challenge and a parting sentiment.
Your challenge is to become courageous and honest and stand up for your view to the people who would be most affected. Your challenge is to go to a friend with some affliction; you must know somebody; we all do.  Look that person in the eye and say these words; "You know if you ever lose your health insurance I guess it sucks for you.”
And my parting sentiment?  I don’t give a good goddamn about your fucking bank account.   

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

America; Heal Thyself III



 Third Part in a Series
"Just go to an emergency room"

“People have access to health care in America.  After all just go to an emergency room.”  George W. Bush

Mitt Romney recently echoed Mr. Bush in a 60 Minutes interview. If you have a heart attack “you go to the hospital, you get treated, you get care, and it’s paid for, either by charity, the government or by the hospital.”

“Just go to the emergency room” is a great plan if you have a heart attack, break a limb, have a stroke or get shot. That’s what every rational person does because the emergency room is there for critical conditions that require immediate attention. 

Friday, October 26, 2012

America; Heal Thyself II



 Second Part in a Series 
We Don't Insure a Burning House

I clearly recall the interview that I heard on NPR prior to the 2008 presidential election.  A woman described her efforts to find insurance when she was pregnant.  The charming response from one agent was, "We don't insure a burning house."  By good fortune or the grace of God, her job transferred her to Germany where she immediately was accepted into the health care system and received prenatal and postnatal care.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

America; Heal Thy Self I



 First Part in a Series
The Rhetoric

We are the only industrialized country in the world that does not have national health insurance. We are the richest in wealth and the poorest in health of all the industrial nations.”  ~ Studs Terkel

“If they would rather die they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.”  ~ Ebenezer Scrooge speaking of the poor. 


Countries with universal healthcare: Norway, New Zealand, Japan, Germany, Belgium, United Kingdom, Kuwait, Sweden, Bahrain, Brunei, Canada, Netherlands, Austria, UAE, Finland, Slovenia, Denmark, Luxembourg, France, Australia, Ireland, Italy, Portugal, Cyprus, Greece, Spain, South Korea, Iceland, Hong Kong, Singapore, Switzerland, Israel. 
 
Richie Batra’s comment was chilling, “if u want insurance buy it, if not pay Cash..if not, go Die..im not worried about anyone but myself and nobody should worry about me either(sic).Mr. Batra’s remark was a comment in a thread responding to an article last December in Think Progress covering then presidential candidate Rick Santorum’s Q & A with a group of high school students.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Mr. Romney's Indigence Envy



Here is another of those posts I really had no intention of getting into - I just hate doing politics.  Let’s just say, “The devil made me do it.”  In this case the devil is Facebook. 

In a moment of weakness (not really) I felt compelled to share a commentary about Mitt Romney and his income tax finagling.  The point of the commentary being Romney fudged his returns so that he paid MORE in taxes than he actually had to.  In 2011 he donated over 4 million dollars to charity but claimed only 2 million.  Why?  Because by taking the full deduction he would have paid less than the 13% he claims is the lowest that he’s ever paid.  The commentary went on to describe the many and varied Romney tax avoidance strategies including Cayman Island tax havens and a $77,000 deduction for Ann Romney’s Olympic horse.  My comment on the op-ed was, well, a little caustic towards Mr. Romney. 

Monday, September 3, 2012

Working For a Living II: Labor's Day



The story's always the same
Seven hundred tons of metal a day
Now sir you tell me the world's changed
Once I made you rich enough
Rich enough to forget my name
From “Youngstown”  Lyrics by Bruce Springsteen.

They have taken untold millions that they never toiled to earn,
But without our brain and muscle not a single wheel can turn.
We can break their haughty power, gain our freedom when we learn
From “Solidarity Forever”  Lyrics by Ralph Chaplin

Maybe this year we should call it Labor's Day; own it.  Maybe those of us who are the worker bees should claim it back.  Look to the roots of what the holiday should be about. At one time it celebrated the worker; the worker who fought hard for fair treatment and a fair wage in exchange for the sweat on his brow.  We’ve regressed.  Now it’s just another day off.  How poetic it would be if only the workers got the day off and the CEOs and their high level brethren had to do, just for one day, what the minions do every day and do it thanklessly.  I dare say the first thing that would happen is that they would fuck it up horribly ( Because, "Without our brain and muscle not a single wheel would turn.").