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“Access” To Insurance Is NOT The Answer

May 3, 2017

I will go against the flow now.
Jimmy Kimmel.
He is a trained actor who is in the pay of a major corporation. His job is to get viewers to do things.
See a specific movie.
Watch a new TV show.
Buy the Swimsuit Issue.
Support the ACA.
For all its pulling at the heartstrings, that monologue of his touting the glories of the ACA amounts to corporate propaganda against Single-Payer, Universal Healthcare.
Nothing works better in marketing than helping children. And that is what this man did.
If his corporate bosses didn’t want you to see this, you would not have seen it.
So at this critical juncture, a corporate millionaire makes a tear-stained plea for the ACA.
No mention of Single-Payer?
It was all about ACCESS to health insurance.
“We were brought up to believe that we live in the greatest country in the world, but until a few years ago, millions and millions of us had no access to health insurance at all. Before 2014, if you were born with congenital heart disease like my son was, there was a good chance you’d never be able to get health insurance because you had a pre-existing condition. You were born with a pre-existing condition. And if your parents didn’t have medical insurance, you might not live long enough to even get denied because of a pre-existing condition.”
With this talk, Kimmel became an insurance salesman.
And he used the standard tricks of the trade, including THINK OF THE CHILDREN.
Look: If you think the only choice is the ACA or Paul Ryan’s plan, then you have been successfully sold.
Kimmel and the other performers did their job.
We need Universal Healthcare.
Not “access” to insurance.

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Never Trust a “Cold-War Liberal”

October 7, 2016

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Never trust a “Cold-War Liberal”
They are war-happy.
You can spot them by the repeated warnings they issue about Russia and China.
Mostly Russia.
Cold-War Liberals live in the past.
In a dangerous past.
But to them, in their old age, in their dotage, it is a glorious past.
They are elderly now and the past is all they have left.
It is who they are, because it is who they were.
They cannot look forward.
This is not a game.
The world needs new ideas and new plans.
The end result of the vaunted “thirty years of experience” Withers cite for their candidate is where we are right now.
The people who put us here, right here, where we are right now, did so deliberately and they will not change things.
Unless we got here by accident, in which case, that “thirty years of experience” means absolutely nothing.
And if you want to see change: YOU ARE A SOCIALIST TOOL OF PUTIN AND CHINA!!!!
You know you have heard this empty imprecation again and again.
So how can you expect change from someone who denounces change?
See how cold-war senility works?
They got away with that garbage in the 50s and 60s.
They saw their dead parents doing it.
So the Cold-War Liberals need to relive their youth.
But their youth has evanesced.
It is no more.
It is gone.
Elect a Cold-War Liberal aching to recreate her or his heyday of youth and potency, and there will be war, misery, and blood.
The day of the Cold-War Liberal is over.
THIS is what the exemplary Cold-War Liberal had to say about war:
“Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty. This much we pledge–and more.”
That means regime change.
That means war.
That is from a liberal hero.
55 years ago.
We step back to those days at our own peril.
The world is different now. We cannot attack with impunity.
People hit back.
Remember that:
People hit back.

UPDATE:

Now the NY Times reports that Hillary Clinton, in a secret speech revealed by WikiLeaks, has announced her passion for SECRET WARS (click here).
She touts the joys of “covert-intervention,” to use the NY Times euphemism.
Covert-Actions. 
CoIntelPro was covert action
Installing the Shah as dictator of Iran was covert action
Killing Salvador Allende was covert action
Overthrowing Guatemala was covert action
The Bay of Pigs was covert action
The bloodthirsty School of the Americas was covert action
LBJ’s Operation Chaos was covert action
Sabotaging the Democratic Primary was TYPICAL covert action
Henry Kissinger is covert action personified
And Mrs. Clinton LIKES THIS?
Wants MORE of it?
Is she insane?
The Times writes: “Mrs. Clinton gave a tough-minded, realpolitik answer to the question of how to handle a problem like Syria. If the best chance of success was to act secretly inside that country, she made clear, she had no problem doing that.”
Oh… She has no problem doing that?
Unfortunately THE WORLD HAS A PROBLEM WITH YOU DOING THAT, you war-crazy maniac!
Mission Impossible was FANTASY.
I will not vote for more wars.
Especially secret wars. You know, like NIXON IN CAMBODIA which led to this:

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This is a democracy, despite what this Cold War Neoliberal thinks.
As to the Times: saying her call to secret war is “tough-minded, realpolitik” is not journalism, it is editorializing. You are putting lipstick on that pig.

How much more NIXONIAN will Clinton reveal herself to be?
She may well take the White House, this bloodthirsty Cold War Neoliberal, but not with my consent.

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FURTHER UPDATE:

Late in October, Tim Kaine CONFIRMED that Hillary’s first action will be to ask Congress for unlimited war powers.
As with all neocons, which the Cold War Liberals have spawned, Hillary actually believes that in wartime the nation will unite. She is a big step into the past. Cold War Liberals are in their dotage now and should just take the gold watch then go home to their republican grandchildren.
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A Summer in the City Memory

August 11, 2016

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File this under: The World Moves On, Dept.

For me, as a child in the city, if my parents couldn’t send me to camp for the summer – and we didn’t know from year to year if that was possible – summer meant spending all day with “the gang” roaming Riverside Park or Central park with friends. Of course I use the word “gang” in its loosest possible sense. Crime didn’t enter into it. All that much.  We’d hit the park each toting along a canteen, generally filled with Tang, and a compass, and that most indispensable of exploration gear – walkie-talkies. We may have been in the park, mere blocks from home, but in our adventures we explored Mars! The Moon! We formed an elite commando unit moving through the growth to rescue The Boys trapped on a Pacific Island… we went everywhere and did everything. Not bad for city kids whose Boy Scout Troop met in what would shortly become Plato’s Retreat.

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There was a time – could it have been so long ago? – when low power, 100mw, walkie-talkies were so popular that every hit movie or TV show issued a set to go with the entertainment. 007, Batman, The Man From U.N.C.L.E., Lost in Space – all had walkie-talkies. G.I. Joe had an “official” set! And the frequency they used crackled and buzzed with intrigue and derring-do, all punctuated by the calls of, “Can you still hear me?”

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Sometimes, for SUPER-SECRET tasks, we used Morse Code. Some walkie-talkie sets had a copy of the code printed on the front of the “transceiver,” as we called them with Popular Science bravado. But most of the neighborhood kids memorized the code. That was then… So “Twentieth Century.” Does anyone now in these sophisticated, Hi-Tech days, use Morse Code?

I still have a pair of “toy” walkie-talkies, circa 1981; late in the cycle to be sure, but just the same as they always were, right down to the bleating Morse Code key on the side. Today, my erstwhile passport to adventure serves a more mundane purpose. Like when one of us has to go to the tenement roof to adjust something, or stay in the apartment while someone investigates that leak in the basement… Where is the fun in that? Who needs dots and dashes for a leaky roof?

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A few afternoons back, I took out one of my vintage “toy” walkie-talkies to take a listen. 35-40 years back, in summer this gadget would have been a wall to wall mishmash of pre-teen messages flying through the ether among kids out at a hard day of play. Today? What did I hear? Static.

I suppose the fun of this kind of thing has been rendered passé by text messaging and cell calls… Or maybe kids just don’t go out on adventures when at home they have an XBox to play with rather than the real world… Do they know the fun they are missing? How does an old-timer explain it?

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As kids we had great fun with these – and we did some wild stuff – including a few adventures we all swore to secrecy. I will still never admit to those didoes and escapades even under torture. Now, instead of fizzing and buzzing with the sounds of kids exploring the moon, or raiding the enemy over the hill… these frequencies are silent.

I still get the urge now and then to take one out to listen. Sometimes I send messages to… to nobody. They all grew up and the magic is gone…

Have you got a set of these? Maybe one summer day you too may give in to the urge and dust them off, stick in a 9v battery and listen. If you find yourself in or around Hell’s Kitchen, you may hear me breaking the silence… and who knows… I may hear you and answer back.

Time Changes Things

June 14, 2015

UnknownThis is a cute little button I wore at 22 years of age. My “salad days!” In saloons, people thought it was funny.
When I wore it at 30 – same button! – people felt uncomfortable.
So I put it away.
Then I pulled it out for a lark at 45 and it really turned people off.
All because of time and age.
Now, on the other side of 60, if I wore this I would be thought of as little more than a wino, derelict desperately in need of a drink.
Time. It changes things

I thought of this because of something Mick Jagger once famously said:

“I’d rather be dead than sing Satisfaction when I’m 45.

He had a good point.

I can’t get no satisfaction
I can’t get no girl with action
Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can’t get no, I can’t get no
When I’m ridin’ round the world
And I’m doin’ this and I’m signing that
And I’m tryin’ to make some girl
Who tells me baby better come back later next week
Cause you see I’m on losing streak
I can’t get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say I can’t get no,
I can’t get no I can’t get no satisfaction
No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction

Interesting in his 20s.
Sad in his 30s.
PATHETIC at 50.
But he keeps on singing it. And now that Jagger is pushing 80… well, he had more 
wisdom in his youth.
It reads like an elderly creep’s suicide note.
Time has a certain power we ignore at our own risk.
Don’t fear it, because there is precious little we can do about it.