The healthcare business is probably the most distressing example of what happens when we ‘let the market decide.’ Health care for profit means delivering the least amount of health care service for the maximum amount of money.

(Paul D’Amato)

This topic gets me so wound.  Forgive the verbal spew in advance, reader.

It’s more insidious than what’s written above, though!  When you’re having a heart attack, are you shopping around for the cheapest ambulance ride?  Are you making sure the ER they’re rushing you to is in network? How about your attending doctor?  Their consulting cardiologist?  The anaesthetician?  (Yes, all of these services are billed separately.  Yes, they can be from different care networks.  Messed up, yes?)

The healthcare system in america is designed to keep the healthy people healthy under the terms listed above, and then to utterly bankrupt and ruin those individuals or families unfortunate enough to face a genuine emergency or chronic illness.  Most families in America are one car crash, one cancer diagnosis, or one heart attack away from poverty.  And nobody really wants to talk about this, because it means confronting the inevitability of one’s own eventual decline and death.

Barring sudden demise, everyone reading this post will at one point or another require some form of terminal medical treatment.  And when the hospital bills start mounting up, and the 80/20 cost split begins to pile on– assuming you’re fortunate enough to have insurance… single payer health insurance will start sounding pretty good.

But nobody will want to listen to you then, because they’re healthy.  They don’t want to pay for your illness.  Why should they have to cover the costs of your care?

The vast majority of people in my generation are going to die not only penniless, but in massive amounts of debt.  The institutional poverty that the working and middle classes have escaped for the better part of the last century?  That’s going to come creeping back one bankrupt estate at a time.

People are fooling themselves if they imagine this isn’t by design.  This is why expansions to Medicare, Medicaid, and Obamacare are crucial in the near term, and a total revolution in our national health care system is required in the long term.

My kid’s college education shouldn’t disappear because my wife had to have spinal surgery. My retirement savings shouldn’t disappear because she had to take medical leave from work.  They did.  Were it not for my privileged birth and repeated intercession by my wealthy parents we wouldn’t have a house, a car, any money in the bank, functional credit… none of that.  

My kid’s education is highly at risk and my retirement is just gone.  Ten years of work on my 401k evaporated.  And I am one of the lucky ones.

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sashaforthewin:

followthebluebell:

rebelarian:

kehinki:

I want an inverse spy flick. The spy is a woman. Her whole team is made up of diverse women. All the villains are women. There is only one man in the entire movie and he is a Strong Male Character who is like 25 and decently ripped and has a scene where he slowly steps out of a pool wearing speedos because he is Confident and In Control of His Sexuality. We see his ass when he has to tug down his pants to get at the knife strapped to his thigh. His nipples are always erect for no fucking reason.

They are undercover in a nightclub. In order to keep their cover from being blown, he has to kiss another man. 

He knits to relieve stress and to keep his mind sharp. It is never discussed by any of the characters. 

Someone asks him how he knows how to do Traditionally Feminine Thing. “I have four sisters,” he answers.

This is also how he knows how to fight while armed with nothing but a purse, a high heel shoe, and a can of hair spray.  During this fight, he is, for no apparent reason, shirtless.

But all that being said, he’s killed off to further the plot of the spy. She mourns him for a while but by the end of the film there’s a new guy. He’s pretty much exactly like the old one but this one has brown hair and a hint of an accent. The movie ends with her driving off with him in the passenger seat while he is topless and smirking as if his character knows something and will ever be seen again.

joyeuse-noelle:

madlori:

charlesoberonn:

kylebobbergman:

charlesoberonn:

“I love the tune of this song but hate the gross lyrics. What should I do?”

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“But I like both old and new songs”

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“I also like polka?”

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This man is a treasure.

Weird Al:

1. Is very cautious about the effect of his works, apologizing whenever he does something even a tiny bit offensive on accident.

2. Asks for permission from the creators of the songs he parodies, even though he legally doesn’t have to.

3.  Is a straight-up genius; he skipped two grades and graduated at 16 the valedictorian of his class.  He went to CalTech.

4.  Is often upset by the fact that any parody of any song is usually mistakenly attributed to him, espeically the dirty ones because he’s careful to keep his music safe for all ages.

5.  Is a genuine A+ human being, 10/10 would recommend.

6. Is everyone’s goofy uncle.

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When the media worries about what Hillary’s hair looks like or what my hair looks like, that’s a real problem. We have millions of people who are struggling to keep their heads above water, who want to know what candidates can do to improve their lives, and the media will very often spend more time worrying about hair than the fact that we’re the only major country on earth that doesn’t guarantee health care to all people.

Bernie Sanders today after being asked about his unkempt hair
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