Gender: Male
Status: Divorced
Age: 66
Sign: Cancer
City: ALBUQUERQUE
State: New Mexico
Country: US
Signup Date: 9/17/2005
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Saturday, September 05, 2009
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Category: News and Politics
I hate even typing the above words. I caught Bill Moyers
the other night and it was like getting hit in the gut with a sucker
punch. When he got to the physician in Nashville, who described on a
flow chart the hundreds of offshoot companies that have formed from the
big three there, I realized we're sunk. The Middle Tennessee area is
home to more than 300 health care companies operating on a multi-state,
national, or international basis, with more than 250 professional
service firms (e.g., accounting, architecture, banking, legal) with
expertise in the health care industry. Nashville-based health care
companies accounted for $46 billion in revenue in 2008 and 310,000 jobs
globally. The
profit-driven system is so entrenched in this country that I'm afraid
it's unbeatable. And the main reason it's unbeatable is that Congress,
both Democrats and Republicans, and the President, are all on the take.
That may not be a polite way to discuss the matter, but it's a fact.
It's like the 'fox in the henhouse' in extremis. Already it's been announced that the pharmaceutical lobby PhRMA will spend with its coalition at least $150 million supporting the Obama-Pelosi-Reid health care legislation. And on August 15 Bloomberg reported
that one of the two advertising companies “selected” to handle the ads
for this massive campaign is the one founded by top Obama Advisor David
Axelrod, AKPD, and that that firm is set to pay Axelrod $2 million, even though he works for the White House, and employs his son. According to OpenSecrets.org these groups put up $484 million in lobbying money
in 2008, getting ready for this legislation. Once the health insurance
industry was given a seat at the table our goose was cooked. I'm not
even sure why Mr. Obama is out there trying to sell it - sell WHAT! If
you saw Michael Moore's 'Sicko,' then you got to know Congressman Billy
Tauzin. He was the Republicans' point man on getting the Medicare
Prescription Drug scam on the books. Everyone was on the take in that
one. Then, shortly after the bill was signed, Tauzin went to work for
big pharma for $2 million a year. And it is Tauzin who has now made
friends with the President, and has gotten his industry a seat at the
table. This is the same guy whom Candidate Obama called a creep.
He said we won't deal with him. Same guy who's now shaking Obama's
hand. Now it turns out that there were secret negotiations between the
White House and big pharma. Pressed by industry lobbyists, White House
officials assured drug makers that the administration stood by a behind-the-scenes deal
to block any Congressional effort to extract cost savings from them
beyond an agreed-upon $80 billion. And one more thing: the President
promised that all negotiations between the government and the health
industry would be on C-SPAN. Not happening. And
probably the biggest obscenity about this mess is that
medicine-for-profit has no interest in THE PATIENT. The only thing they
care about, and are charged by law to try to achieve, is increasing
profits and dividends for their stockholders. That's how all for-profit
corporations operate. But here the poor patient often just gets in the
way of that goal. That's when live-saving procedures get denied, or
patients get dumped from their plans. It's all about the bottom line,
nothing else. And they will spend whatever they need to spend to make
sure that Congress, and the President, are in their hip pockets. The
pharmaceutical industry is now so firmly in the president's camp, it's
developing plans to spend up to $150 million dollars promoting it with
TV ads. And that's exactly the opposite of what Candidate Obama said
during the campaign. Have no doubt: if and when a bill is signed by the
President, the health care industry stands to make more money than ever
before. If you don't think so, then you have had your head in the sand
for the last 40 years.
Oh, the public option. Remember a couple of weeks ago when some 60
Democratic House members stood up and said, "No public option, no
health bill." Remember that. You never heard it again, did you? That's
because Rom Emmanuel told them to sit down and shut the fuck up! And
that was that. Why - because President Obama needs the healthcare
industry's campaign donations to ensure his reelection. The whole thing, and all the people involved, including the President, are revolting.
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Monday, March 02, 2009
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Category: News and Politics
I just caught Sicko on cable. That was the 2007 Michael Moore documentary on the state of our healthcare system. I hadn't seen it for a few years, but the outrage I felt then came screaming back to me. The way our HMOs try so very hard to either deny treatment or to refuse to allow new patients based on preexisting conditions. I watched how, during the early days of the Clinton administration, Hillary fought and lost when the drug companies and the HMOs bombarded Congress with a broadside that brought it all down. Then, years later, when she ran for the Senate SHE took almost eight hundred grand from those very interests. I watched patients getting dumped in skid row with hospital gowns and no shoes when they couldn't pay their hospital bills. I watched denials of treatment that resulted in death on two occasions - one a sweet toddler with a throat infection and a man with kidney cancer. Both of these could have been saved with timely treatment. And, in these two examples, the people HAD health insurance. A kidney transplant, even though the family had found a perfect match, was deemed 'experimental' and denied, along with many of the drug treatments recommended by their doctor. In the case of the toddler, her mother had no car and called an ambulence which took them to the nearest emergency room. But she had coverage at another hospital which refused to pay for her treatment at a different facility. The emergency room where she was waiting refused treatment without up front payment; she was told to drive the baby to her hospital, all of which was impossible. She tried desperately but could find no one to give her a ride until it was too late. I listened to former HMO workers whose jobs required them to go over a person's health history with a fine-toothed comb, to find anything, anything at all, so they could be kicked out of the plan altogether. When a surgery was indicated, in the case of a woman with cervical cancer, her records were sent to a special unit which did the fine-toothed-comb thing, and denied the surgery because they discovered on her application that she had had a yeast infection once, years ago, that was cured easily. By now I was completely pissed, and was so engrossed that I was wondering out loud just how many more of these atrocities Moore could unearth. Then there were the trips to Canada, the UK and France, where healthcare is free - no copays, no insurance, no proof of anything. In england the 'cashier' hands OUT money to patients who've been treated to make sure they get home safely. I listened to the right-wing in the US warning us about the horrors of socialized medicine: how you can't choose a doctor, you have to wait months to be seen, how the clinics are dingy and dirty and the care is abysmal. None of it was true. Their treatment seemed to be superior to ours in every way, including life span and infant mortality. One worker in an English emergency room laughed when Moore asked him how much they charge for treatment. No one had ever asked him that before. In France there are doctors driving all over Paris every night making housecalls forchristsakes. In the lead-up to the passage of the Medicare Prescription Drug Plan, the story of how our Congress was bought and paid for by HMOs and the drug companies was so appalling that I can't believe there wasn't a huge public outcry resulting in trials, impeachments and convictions. The celebrations after President Bush signed the bill were enough to make you puke. In case you've forgotten, Medicare is forbidden, by the plan, to negotiate with the drug companies for lower prices. In other words, those lovely drug companies can charge patients ANYTHING THEY WISH. Wasn't that a lovely gift from the government of the United States to the drug companies and their brokers, the HMOs! Our healthcare system in the United States is a crime. I don't know what the answer is, because our government is really in the back pockets of some 35,000 lobbyists. Just listen today to those goddamned Repulicans scream and cry about the pitfalls of socialized medicine. Our government has the most vulnerable of us too frightened, poor and demoralized to do anything but accept the status quo. No one seems capable of doing anything to change it. Why aren't there massive protests and cries for the heads of all those who profit so appallingly at the expense of the sick, old and dying? When asked if he thought something like the French system would ever exist in the U.S. a middle aged French physician's answer was a curt "no!" and he walked off, barely able to contain his disgust for the American system. I agree. The last part of the movie went off the rails when Moore did a lot of grandstanding, especially with the Cuba trip. But there was enough truth in much of that documentary to make me feel sick to my stomach. I think I'll treat my nausea at home with a little diet Coke rather than hit an emergency room. It would cost me $250 and I'd likely have to wait seven or eight hours.
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Saturday, February 14, 2009
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Category: News and Politics
January 28: In my last post I blathered on about how the Feds should give the 'people' the handouts rather than unload it on the very institutions which had a large roll in getting us into this mess in the first place. This lay theory was explained to me over lunch with Jon, who makes his living in the world of real estate, and I did not hesitate to further it to my son. Charlie's a sophomore Econ student at NYU, and he's a damn sight smarter than I am, thanks to the genetic input from his mother's side of the family. He tried to explain to me how I was full of shit, but come on, he's just a sophomore. Then he sent me this article http://www.businessweek.com/bwdaily/dnflash/content/jan2009/db20090123_308231_page_2.htm from Business Week, and now I think I'm convinced. When I ran this past Jon he responded with the following: Interesting article that is quoting a whole bunch of knuckleheads – er.. excuse me economists from academia (like they spend any time in the real fucking world). I guess I just may be stupid but if people pay their debts to lenders (instead of buying a new pair of Levi’s) I don’t see how that is not capitalizing the banking industry in the same way that a big fat TARP check from treasury does – only without “bad debts?” Kind of Like a Recycling Program? Shit even if fuckers like you and me “saved” the money for a rainy day, unless we put under the mattress, it still winds up in the bank and is capital (yes with an interest cost) that can be lent to people and businesses. And as I said at lunch the other – those that choose not to pay their debt, or don’t’ have any can and most likely will just “blow it” on fun and exciting things…. and I guess that’s bad too. I'm still as confused as ever. And when the politicians get through with it, complete with huge injections of their own political dogmatism, I'm not so sure Jon's all that far off the mark. I guess all we can do is wait and see.
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Saturday, February 14, 2009
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January 25: So I'm having lunch with a friend who used to frequent my craps table and the Ultimate Texas Holdem tables. He a real estate investor, and about a year ago I was seriously considering investing a large chunk of my retirement money with him. It would have helped finance a housing development and shopping center in a town where uranium mining was making a big comeback, helped along by ever-increasing oil prices. He got hammered pretty good by the recent crash, and, though he wasn't wiped out, he's been 'treading water' for some time now. So our conversation naturally turned to the economy. I started ranting about the Merrill Lynch chief who'd been fired the day before for, among other things, losing $15 billion, and, at the same time, handing out around $4 billion in bonuses to his top ranked lieutenants. Jon stopped me short. I'm not sure I find that much fault with that, he said. After all, he was taking care of his employees, guys who may have been guaranteed big payments for some time. Maybe not. But then Jon got all wound up: Why not give all that bailout money to the PEOPLE - you and me! Here's why. Let's say Joe owes a bank $10,000 and you're behind in your payments and behind on your mortgage to boot. Now if you give the bailout money to the bank they may or may not feel ok about loaning it out again. Meanwhile, Joe still owes the money and he's still behind on his mortgage. If Joe gets foreclosed and/or defaults on his ten grand loan, his credit is ruined, the bank eats the paper and now owns a house they didn't want. Two years from now Joe still can't borrow any money because he's such a shitty credit risk. But, Jon says, if you give Joe the money, let's say it's $10,000 per household, then he fends off foreclosure and keeps making payments on his note. The bank ends up getting the money anyway and Joe's credit is preserved - everybody wins. I had to hand it to Jon, his argument made a lot of sense to me, who knows little about economics. So I call my son Charlie in New York, where he's majoring in economics at NYU. He says no, experts agree (Hah!) that you get the most 'bang for your buck' if you give the bailout money to the financial institutions - the guys who fucked the whole thing up in the first place. So who's right, Jon the speculator or my kid the student? I gotta tell you, Jon's argument makes more sense every day. I'm coming to believe that the conventional wisdom is a very large load of horseshit! Time to write my congressman. Oh wait - he's full of shit too!
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Saturday, February 14, 2009
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Category: Life
January 13: I'm in San Francisco. Here's why: I'd just come out of the gym with Charlie after meeting with Kim, a personal trainer and climbed into the car, when my cell phone went off. It was my nephew David in San Francisco, in tears, blurting out that his dad was dead. Steve was my old college roommate whom I introduced to my little sister many years ago. I guess I never really forgave him when he started dating her, not until after they were married, had a couple of kids, and settled in bucolic Tiburon, California. Anyway, Joan was driving him to the doctor's office after he'd been complaining about a numb arm and indigestion and chest pain for some time. Joan dropped him at the door because he looked awful and she had to park fairly far away When she got herself into the waiting room he was in the throes of a massive coronary, 911 was called, two doctors were doing CPR when the ambulence arrived, and all were off to a local hospital. Steve never regained conciousness and was pronounced a little while later. Everyone was in shock and that's when the call came to me. Now we're waiting for Tuesday when we'll have a gathering of friends and family at a local restaurant to share memories and say good-bye. It's been a very long three days for all.
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Monday, January 05, 2009
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Category: Life
Alright! It's time! Tomorrow I hit the gym and begin to seriously watch my diet. Ferchrissakes I'm 30 pounds overweight and I'm sick of it. I look like crap, feel like crap, and I can't get into most of my clothes. It's disgusting. Tonight I sent away for some berry milkshake diet suppressant stuff that's free for two weeks. If I'm not happy I send it back and pay only shipping. I know, I know, another diet scam. I'm sure it's not the answer, but if it helps, even a little, at quashing my late-night appetite for things fatty then it'll be worth it. Things like peanut butter, ice cream, cereal with half & half, fried ham sandwiches, poached eggs on toast with lots of butter. Why the hell do these cravings only hit me late at night? All day long I'm fine, but after 10 I'm a fucking disaster! There must be some scientific reason, because it's like clockwork. So anyway I'm going to chronicle my progress, or lack thereof, right here. Wish me luck.
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Friday, December 19, 2008
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Category: Life
I took a walk this evening, just a short stroll around the block. It was getting dusky and though it was overcast there was some clearing along the western horizon. Red-orange sunlight shown up from below, illuminating the underside of the clouds. The air was still, the temperature fortyish, and with the fading red light it was lovely. I got about 100 yards when a couple of mockingbirds started chattering at each other, or me, or both. Normally I find these creatures annoying, but tonight I tuned in and listened. They seemed to be imitating each other, which they like to do, and when I made some silly squeeky noises they seemed to try to imitate me too, or at least I thought they did. I understand the really noisy ones are males who haven't found mates yet, so who could blame them. They flew back and forth between three evergreens along the street, dropping the occasional bomb, which I was lucky to avoid. So I moved on and left the birds to their frustrations. Now the mountains off to the east glowed a pale pink, reflecting the western glow. I turned away and headed straight into the now vanished sun. At the end of the block was a busy street with everyone in a big hurry to get home. They were going like a bat out of hell right next to me, too close it seemed. The mood was dead, the moment gone. I rounded the corner and headed back to my house.
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Thursday, December 18, 2008
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Category: Life
The snow began mid-morning and it fell steadily until after eight that night. Couple of inches at my house with more in spots around town. I get a call from my ex, can I get up with Thomas and take him to school since he's such a fledging driver - he's had his license for a month. So I tell him to get me up, and we go off to bed. At nine I wake up with heavy bass coming from his room and I accurately guess that school was closed because of the storm. By ten most of the snow was gone and by two it was completely gone. I wonder how many red faces there were at Albuquerque Public Schools by mid-morning. I know that we're a sunbelt city and not supposed to handle snow well, but sheesh, we ARE a mile high here! I know that it's tough for school buses at seven a.m. when the streets are icy, but hey, how about a two-hour delay? Really, did they really have to close the schools for the whole day? What are we afraid of? One of my pet sayings about our "snow problem" here is: you've got to get out there and shovel it quick -- before it melts! There's another storm approaching for tomorrow that looks a lot like the last one. I can hardly wait to see what happens.
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Monday, September 29, 2008
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Removed to preserve my mental health.
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Thursday, May 01, 2008
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