MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
We may be slow learners, but the rest of the industrial world has figured it out: Universal, single-payer or national health care systems. That's the reason why all those other countries cover everyone, have better patient outcomes, cause no one to declare bankruptcy or lose their homes because of medical bills, and spend less than half per capita on health care than we do.
We could do it too, by reducing the starting age for Medicare from 65 to 0. There's still time to act. - Michael Moore, Huffington Post, 9/29/09 _____________________________________________________________________
It doesn't matter what you say. It doesn't matter what I say. It doesn't matter what Robert Reich says. It doesn't matter what Bill Moyers says. It doesn't matter what Wendell Potter says. It doesn't matter what Michael Moore says:
(See it here.)
It doesn't matter what Jay Rockefeller says. It doesn't matter what Anthony Wiener says. It especially doesn't matter what Barack Obama says.
What matters is this: We, the citizens and taxpayers, may win a skirmish or two, but in the end Big Business will win the battle. They owned us yesterday, they own us today, and unless we finally get wise and get tough, they'll own us tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
They own us because they've ceaselessly, endlessly, without thought of the consequences, bought and paid for the loyalties of the majority of our elected officials.
We haven't quite come to terms with it yet--mainly because we can't quite believe it. We expect that sort of maneuvering by the Republicans. Going against the Common Good in favor of the capitalists is in their DNA. They apparently can't help it.
But the Democrats? The Democrats. The Blue Dogs--those dirty dogs--have sold us out. But the Blue Dogs aren't the only ones. Not by a long shot. On the Senate side, Max Baucus, Blanche Lincoln, Kent Conrad, Bill Nelson and Tom Carper all voted against the public option. Not surprisingly, they've all had their fingers in the Health Care honey pot. According to Raw Story, those five senators have up to now received some 19 million dollars from the opposition to health care reform. That opposition being, of course, the Health Care industries. Those industries, I have to remind myself, that are devoted to caring for our health.
Sixty votes is the magic number. Sixty Senate "yea" votes means a filibuster-proof passage. It's the number that, if it isn't there, stops everything. Convenient, isn't it? It means even those who side with the insurance companies but don't want to admit it have an easy out. "Can't vote yet because we don't have the 60." Okay. So what?
Where are the Dems who, if they're too cowardly to go for Single Payer, will at least put the vote for Public Option out there? If it's voted down, after jawing about it for hours or days or weeks, then start all over again. Put it out there again. And then again. Wear those filiblustering bastards down.
Millions of sick people are without a safety net. People who could be saved are dying here. There is no reason, save greed, that we don't have a government-sponsored health care system. I know it. You know it. We all know it. If it's not in our budget, then shame on them. They built that bloated budget on taxpayer money coerced from us through fear and outright lies. Now that we need it for actual Common Good, they're going to pretend it's asking too much. No. They've asked too much of us for too long. Now it's payback time. They owe us.
So what are we going to do about it? How long does this conversation go on? There are people in our government who are intent on holding this up, and they're out there openly, blatantly, recklessly, holding this up. We know who they are. And they know we know who they are. And they don't care.
So what are we going to do about it?
Good God. . .are you as sick of this as I am? Enough, already. There are some enormous asses out there for the prodding, so. . .where the hell is my pitchfork?
Ramona
(cross-posted at Ramona's Voices here.)