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Friday, August 14, 2009

Kill Your Insurance Company

There's more insight into the problems with our healthcare system in the first page of this article than there is at any of the town hall meetings this month, even the one Obama did in Montana today.

This was music to my "They're gonna kill Granny" hearing ears.
To achieve maximum coverage at acceptable cost with acceptable quality, health care will need to become subject to the same forces that have boosted efficiency and value throughout the economy. We will need to reduce, rather than expand, the role of insurance; focus the government’s role exclusively on things that only government can do (protect the poor, cover us against true catastrophe, enforce safety standards, and ensure provider competition); overcome our addiction to Ponzi-scheme financing, hidden subsidies, manipulated prices, and undisclosed results; and rely more on ourselves, the consumers, as the ultimate guarantors of good service, reasonable prices, and sensible trade-offs between health-care spending and spending on all the other good things money can buy.
I bolded that part about insurance because I think the insurance industry is the biggest problem in "health care" these days.

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world you needed an insurance company to be involved in the doctor-patient relationship.
The most important single step we can take toward truly reforming our system is to move away from comprehensive health insurance as the single model for financing care. And a guiding principle of any reform should be to put the consumer, not the insurer or the government, at the center of the system. I believe if the government took on the goal of better supporting consumers—by bringing greater transparency and competition to the health-care industry, and by directly subsidizing those who can’t afford care—we’d find that consumers could buy much more of their care directly than we might initially think, and that over time we’d see better care and better service, at lower cost, as a result.
Amen!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Hats

I gave up trying to figure out the sagging pants thing a long time ago. I was raised thinking that pants should hang off the waist, but hey, I'm willing to leave a little room for cultural differences. If you want to hang your pants off your hips, walk funny all day to keep them from falling down to your ankles, wear a pair of shorts so your skidmarked drawers aren't showing, who am I to judge?

I see these guys and think, "Well, there's someone that won't be taking my job."

But what the hell is up with these baseball caps with the stickers and price tags left on?

Well, I have done some research...

Here's one possibility:
Most people I know (who rock new era hats) keep the gold looking foil sticker on their hat so people know it's "official."
Ah, I see. Because you can knock-off the New Era caps, but those gold stickers can't be faked.

Sorry, kids, you can't buy cool at the store, even if you leave the sticker on to prove you tried.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Why?

Why do I have to share my country with people like this?

Oh yeah, because it's America.

This guy doesn't seem like a crazy guy, not really. A dick, sure. I mean, listen to the way he says, "Wow," as if he's surprised that Chris Matthews could be so ignorant. Dude, you're not surprised. You're just a dick.

Big up to you, man. You did something provocative. You got on the news. You're no threat to Obama, showing up at his "town hall meeting" with a gun and a sign talking about watering the tree of liberty. (With blood, right? That's what you use to water the tree of liberty. That's how it goes, right? I see.)

I hear Tim McVeigh was pretty fond of that quote too. Which makes it even twice as stupid to bring it up now.

I mean, how thirsty is this fucking tree? You'd think that Saddam Hussein would quench it for awhile... But no, it wants more. Fucking vampire liberty tree.

C'mon, guys. This isn't what we need.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Things I Did Yesterday

I slept till noon in my new bed.

I made a bunch of candles.


I watched the ending of The Wild Bunch again.

I bought a mini-guitar from a guy at the bus stop for twenty bucks.

I went to City Park and had a picnic with my brother and his kids.

I played with my niece in the fountain.

I almost got in a fight with a lady who was pushing on my bike.

I got drenched in a hailstorm.