Showing posts with label political compromise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label political compromise. Show all posts

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Would Healthcare Going Down Like Alcohol Prohibition Demonstrate As Much Guts?

Because in Prohibition an unrealistic intolerant enforcement was successfully rebelled against, leaving us serving virtual penance by continuing to punish ourselves for self-righteous immoralities. And yeah, what about subsidizing our opportunity deprived is in the way of whose success, really?  
Rein In Costs?

Because "not working and can't be fixed" is usually enough assessment to walk away from, say, a cracked engine or something else beyond repair. But what about what must be fixed? Because doctors were already reduced to financial wastes of their time we pay for in actual lost productivity. Beyond the numbers that can be represented every-which-away on the page or screen. Who gets the sense there's something not quite professional happening and Dr. Marcus Welby, M.D. should start making neighborhood house calls again? Maybe install one of those obnoxiously redundant ice cream truck soundtracks if The Great Medical Debate ever begins? 

For a second forget character and that firmly planted notion the opportunity challenged are pure lazy which probably requires a lot more concentration than we understand because the human spirit still must be entertained which, as the saying goes, ironically enough, offends those luckily tied to the Rat Race. The re-written circumstances of the full American Dream? Yes, but because government shouldn't arrange people's lives, documenting our every breath is very intimidating when we should all be paying each other for our services? Exactly.  

In fact I side entirely with the hopeful conservative view that if properly operating the free market would solve everyone having insurance. And should have done so if that was the intention. But no. Gaps in the economy are for manipulation as the only heartless thing to do? 
If people weren't thrown in jail for driving without insurance do you think they would? Probably wouldn't except for those with enough money to afford to not be bothered by further inconvenience. No. Giving everyone a good lecture for driving without automobile insurance would be a mess. Kind of like an incomplete health system, huh? So now instead of fixing the disproportional pricing of medical care, we're going to require everyone be proper customers while people will probably go on not really knowing who their doctor is or will be. Still, like a chess game's moves back and forth between the serviced and served? Unlike the relationship many have with their hairdresser/barber. Folks, even doctors could admit patients' relationships shouldn't just be with their diplomas.

Because the economy isn't working exactly quite properly right, objections to socialism aren't credible? Moot? Flexible therefore expandable?

Once upon a time in an Address Before a Joint Session of Congress on Administration Goals, February 17, 1993, a president of the United States pledged, "We will reward the work of millions of working poor," and in the same speech applied the Democratic Party seal to Welfare Reform putting the freeloaders to work - poor. But maybe if the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act (PPACA) is properly worked as capitalism it could be all the socialism the world ever needs? Besides Fire and Policeetc.
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Citing Efforts to Prevent Attack on Syria, Group Nominates Putin for Peace Prize 

The New York Times by David M. Herszenhorn, Oct. 1, 2013

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The Comical Conservative picture prompted Facebook comments setting the bar and tone for my, my my my, spec-u-lation.

Woman 1 wrote: Just curious, will you be keeping the insurance you already have or forced to have to take something inferior to what you now have? 
Woman 2 There will be no change in our insurance ... will all come out at once if and when he gets to go back to work. 
Woman 3 the president has to be the leader in believing it's good enough for his family, if it's not why is he pushing it on to us how could we benefit from this 
Woman 3 we should all get health insurance for free as senior citizens 
Woman 1 If you already have insurance, chances are you don't have to change anything either. My husband and I don't have to change ours. If you don't have any insurance because it's been too expensive in the past, I'd think anyone should be happy to be able to have some kind of health insurance that's affordable versus nothing.
Woman 2 As of right now my insurance remains available to me ... It doesn't pay regular yearly visits and deductible is 10,000.00... It's basically catastrophic insurance... I couldn't afford the 462.00 premium so I had to tweak it... Now I pay 272.00 a month and pay out of pocket for my visits... until I see what is in Obamacare I'll hang on to my insurance unless I hear otherwise. Once Obamacare is actually unveiled entirely, only then will we see how good or bad it really is... Saw an article this morning that one of their deciding factors for eligibility is your credit report. Not gonna be good for some people.
Charles M. Fraser If band aids cost the cents they are and patients compensated as research subjects that all Medicine is, then cost would be realistic. If universal healthcare goes down like Prohibition ya think it demonstrates Americans have as much guts? Thanks, having guts probably just stuck me with turning that sentence into an essay. I'm all for finding an economic balance in medicine but it still sounds like throwing a lot of money at the caretakers of the problem rather than fixing it. And you'd think a Congress that shut down the government while paying themselves would be the laughing stock of history, or at least spinning somewhere in the barrel? Dustbin?
The Soapbox View Satirical Twist pursuing the Twin Legacies
Andy Rooney and I.F. Stone?
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Thursday, July 11, 2013

The Diminishing Art Of Enlivening The News?


The ratings façade behind broadcasted news is, theoretically, common knowledge? Naturally there's at least a minimal public awareness of a war for popularity. 
Elizabeth Hasselbeck
Not Pictured, Jenny McCarthy
Audience appeal comes first, as described in the book below by New York broadcaster, Bob Teague pictured above with Malcolm. But what better place for cheerful people than delivering bad news? Mr. Teague's book was written in an era ratings ruled. When the escalation of viewer camaraderie hit a peak just before Internet Society found more specific consumer information as invaluable as amusement. Reporter Bob Teague wasn't the first to notice a discrepancy between clarity and flash in packaging journalism. Where the roots of mediocrity are bred from the primary purpose of becoming The Show. Still expected to conform, stationed before screens, today's Flash Gordon existence implies anything's possible when it comes to how well we're uninformed, or not.  

Things could be a lot worse and are if political voices can be so well organized not to listen, that the counter-weight of opposing opinion can't prevail over speech polished complacency while maneuvering behind the scenes still rules the world. Therefore the business of delivering news should be less taken for granted, and less lamented over because there was always the question of who owns the Point-of-View? 

January 2, 1929 - March 28, 2013
The ENLIVENING NBC, 23 second, and WNBC 2:34 & 47 second Bob Teague adieus to the man who criticized shortened stories and cameras beautifully described as pointed at nothing
"This was the story of Howard Beale, the first known instance of a man
who was killed because he had lousy ratings."
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The Appearances Are And Aren't Everything Presidency of President Mohamed Morsi 

There's no question people would argue till kingdom come. Nor doubt solutions are opponents accommodating separate points of view. Making Egypt's Army replacing their elected president, the most troubling aspect of Egypt's Army replacing their elected president. In The New York TimesJuly 4th, 6th, and 9thThomas Friedman eloquently describes the, now mainly jailed, Muslim Brotherhood as Egyptian too. Mr. Friedman points out the economic chain is what everyone should be worried about. Here's wishing calm heads prevail. Politics, whew. Egypt is in the thick of it. 

The Legacy, The Nile
Last Tuesday morning when the New York news announced the Egyptian Army planned to depose President Morsi before the end of the day, my initial sense was - oh come on, that's a Public Relations nightmare. But the relative ease with which a president was forced out corroborates the Egyptian Army is in the Economic Drivers' SeatObviously the military's centrality to the economy grants them control. Fascinating when throughout history military elites have had military intentions. But in this case the hope is as Anwar Sadat was a Military Colonel, fighting is considered immature since this military is trained for business? For Everybody?

Another point over which to fashion some judicious fear is how now twice, pointing crowds has removed presidents in Egypt. Though while these manifestations are laudable as citizens finally having a popular voice, only a fool would think crowd control won't be ratcheted up. The next new government ignoring the bases for hostility and maybe focusing on hiring their own souped-up American Consulting Firm, or another, to design crowd controls that will enable people to appreciate their patriotic options while leaving the satisfied class alone? It's not about rich and poor but fully functioning economies as crowd control remains the big economic trend.

Obviously people are misled to participate in violence?
Los Angeles Times Photo of President Morsi Supporters
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Two 2012 Soapbox Views on George Zimmerman's Sanford, Fl. Trial 
The Cultural Indictment of One Man?
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Thursday, June 27, 2013

COMRADE PUTIN CONQUERS CRIME?

How does anyone of President Putin's vision even have time to tackle something as profoundly elaborate and significant as crime? Because in The New York Times, Tuesday, June 25th's Putin Rules Out Extradition for Snowden in Russia Airport, it sounded a bit as if he's been in the gym. In addition, four days earlier, last Friday, June 21st, The New York Times ran Putin Puts Pensions at Risk in $43 Billion Bid to Jolt Economy, which stunned me with what could have just been lines of parody. Excepwhat if President Putin's announcement is true in scope, this plan could begin changing the criminal enterprise system all over the world? 

Quoting The New York TimesPresident Vladimir V. Putin announced a risky stimulus program, along with an amnesty plan for white-collar criminals intended to improve investor confidence.

Wow! Amnesty, technically for arbitrarily supervised white collar crime is absolutely fabulous. Then Russia's justice system may seem less the result of darts thrown at targets with no civil rights? 

Russia's Government can't possibly expect to compensate all unjust fraud so the plan could just devolve into legalese that The State is kind to let anyone free. Victims may remain desirable statistics by reviving their business careers. While some entrepreneurs will disappear sloppily, unable to regain traction over tasks they'd conquered. Otherwise why bother confiscating their property at all? 

Why not wipe the full slate clean and forgive judges leveraged by  ruthless competition? Think about how deep forgiveness must reach for everyone to forgive? About how if this is just to calm investors, innocent Russians are once again betrayed by the absurdness of purity being a reason not to try. Not being a lawyer, I myself can only advise something unrealistically foolish. Buy out the corruption, President Putin. Early retirement for everybody. Because no court system in the world is large enough to alter the financing of corruption all by themselves.  
As President Putin can capably guess. Corruption won't be faced from behind a podium in front of cameras. Facing corruption is perhaps unrealistic, but still not a reason for half-hard-hearted zealous enforcement of law that should be altering crime's incentives rather than just perfecting the feeding at the trough.

So? Who will Boris Titov's miracle lawyer be, whose staff starts the untangling of the Great Stalinist Scapegoat, OpportunismOr is this breakthrough a Patronage Feast too?
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Supreme Court Strikes Down Key Part of Voting Rights Act in The New York Times by , June 25, 2013

Three Cheers For Summer Vacation

This decision could be thought of as nitpicking minutiae and hardly a political score. Because just because country clubs include all the right people now, doesn't mean the complete culture is included. So, no matter how cold this decision could be made to seem towards racial equality now, I hope the whole country takes the Supreme Court's challenge to prove them right when they're not completely wrong.
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Two 2012 Soapbox Views on George Zimmerman's Sanford, Fl. Trial 
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Congratulations 2013 Inductee, Tim Raines
My First Interview, 1976

Thursday, May 30, 2013

To Be Advertising Or Not To Be Is A Question?

According to a first page banner advertisement in The New York Times, Sir Edmund Hillary topped Mt. Everest with Post Grape-Nuts in his pocket, May 29th, 1953. There's no mistaking the value of the consumers' attention, such that as destructive as consumerism can be, financial democracy is a useful solution. 

It's reassuring that whatever the real problem is if it's just about money and everyone's access then we know the solution. The financial success of nuts and berries and families of buffalo? 

Eventually the panacea of education will have created new people so smart that present problems are just maturing society's past. Though a poll consensus would indubitably run high that this generation already considers itself very mature. Especially as the dark ages of the traditional 20th Century shrink in the collective mirror. The world not only improves through education, earthlings evolved. Yet for all our developed strength, where's the efficacy in thwarting the financial security of the crippled, weak and even beaten since the general necessity is that finance circulates throughout society so that everyone can afford Grape-Nuts wherever they're sold whether they want some or not. Grape-Nuts for everybody.

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And Now, While Dominoes Fall In Russia, Something Slightly Different?
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A Theoretical New York City Political Tale From The Other Side Of The Commercial Fence
or

Whose Under Society’s Big Tent?


I had to get away and go where I wasn’t expected to torment myself for my frustrations. I went to see a film I was told I’d never seen anything like before. Still you have to be suspicious when anyone says something will blow your mind. I was. No one’s discovered a new way for James Bond to explode.

I made it to my seat with no difficulty as carpet led my fellow gentry, who can afford feature films, to our individual chairs. Then something was different right away as if revolution was in the air. The music stopped and curtains abruptly closed halfway as the vibrantly pulsating full-screen ad faded to black and a little grainy film came on. The view was from an across-the-street camera slowly panning a graffitied building. Then the camera zooms in and focuses on the sign above the door that says the Tuli Kupferberg Memorial Library and Coffee House. Then the camera lowers slowly to follow the back of a man’s head then his torso inside, so that, after waiting on a car, the camera catches up with the man's back just inside the door. Then the camera widens right to pan from behind the unmanned bar, past the other room of books, to continue left across various heads, sitting at tables and reading alone on the floor. 

So when the camera pan reached the left wall it zooms in on a painting of people screaming at the top of their lungs. Then music starts and the song CIA Man by The Fugs plays in its’ entirety. (3:35 mins.) And when the music started the camera about faced away from the picture to catch the man, grinning in profile, while he surveys the room. Camera 1 also slid backward along the side wall until stabilized in the back corner where it shot from for the rest of the play. So when Camera 1 locks in place, another camera is on a new guy's back coming in and from over that new second man's shoulder, Camera 2 catches his chewing gum extremely slow as the two men stand next to each other listening to the song. 

Meanwhile Camera 2 slid along the front wall to lodge in the front left corner where it remained pointed at the bar to the protagonists' right. Once the visual symmetry of the stage is established, a long-hair got up from the floor to leave and passing the two guys shrugs, “There’s no service here.” Which just gets the two men grinning and looking to their right at the small coffee machine on the small coffee bar. The right guy said, “Serve coffee? Tuli might say we’ve served coffee long enough.” 

So then when they stop grinning, Camera 2 pans left from them and the bar to the table in the center of the floor that the long-hair had sat next to. A chair seated man in his sixties raises his eyes to give them a look and then drops his head back in his book and the men give each other the same look. But short-lived as now Camera 3 enters as if it’s the eyes of the person coming in. The other two cameras check-in as snapshots that miss the front door, then the two men effusively turn around facing Camera 3 as if they're greeting the camera, as Camera 3, as the eyes fade, and Camera 2 catches the new arrival in profile. It was as if a sign on his face said political celebrity even before he said, “I had to see this place.”

Then the first man answers, “Thank you, Mr. Mayor. You agreed to see for yourself. Not just take others' word.”

The politician said, “Yes I make up my own mind,” then the first man mumbled “on a whim” while facing the music/speaker. So the politician looks him in the face and says, “What?” a little angrily, but the first guy just replies, “I just meant what Tuli might think.”

Shrugging, the yet to smile, politician cracks, “And what’s that?”  

Then the first man takes a broad step toward the next room that's the library, and lowers his right arm practically in a curtsey, to say, “Follow me this way to the books.”

Then in passing between the two men, the politician stops to face the first man. He says, “I asked you not to call me Mr. Mayor.” Then the politician listens as if he has to smell this out. Then says, “And will they always have this music?” 

And the first guy says, “Aren’t we all dead when music’s gone?

So now the politician has instinctive reactions. He's dropped his head to a light beat, and discreetly coughed while rubbing his right shoe on the floor. As if preparing to skewer an opponent and lower the boom. With no explanatory narration so far about what a Tuli Kupferberg sign on the door might mean, I’m still following the story. It didn't move at a pace where I wasn't understanding the symbols. 

Then after the last scrape of his left foot, the politician says, “Seinfeld. Can I call you Jerry Seinfeld?” 

And the guy says, “You just did.”

Then the politician snickers and says, "Well. I just did because last time you didn’t want me to know your name.”

So the man falsely accused of being named Seinfeld, says, “Hey.” But the politician ignores him and shifts his weight in place as if he was just peeking inside the library. Then turning back to the first man, the politician's eyebrows move in as his stare centers on the man he'd falsely accused of being a Seinfeld and the politician says, “Everything's a joke to you, huh? The revolution is not coming back to my district. Period. If I don’t have peace and quiet, it’s a blemish on my spotless record I can’t permit.”

Then the anonymous Seinfeld seems to wait on the music with this slight look of maybe his message is lost if the song's cursing doesn't stop. So to himself in voiceover the man thinks, "Man. Tuli sure represented the broad parameters of free speech." 

Then the song ends and Man 1 faces the politician, and out loud says, “I’m quiet.” 

So the politician tries taking him into his confidence. A voter is a voter so the politician says, “You know this isn’t about you. You’re hard working. But society doesn’t need radicals here.”

“Well,” the first guy says, “I’m not Jerry Seinfeld. But you’re the man.”

And the politician didn’t miss a beat. He said, “You know I’m cool. I ride a motorcycle." Then that's when the second man, who’d been listening over the first man’s shoulder, leads Camera 3 past the other two into the Tuli room where he sits in a chair and the camera immediately about faces to focus on the first man's face when he’s not blocked by the back of the politician’s head.

Camera 2, across from the bar, catches the politician's smile when he says, “I’ll be honest with you.” Then not Jerry smiles and gives up on it when the politician continues. “Politicians serve a purpose," he says and at that, Man 2 raises his head from his book and Man 1 squints when the politician says, “I serve the public. The most expensive corporation of all.” 

Amused, as if he was Jerry. Man 1 nods and says, “Ah. So it follows then that government might just be too big to not have inherent corruption? Power corrupts absolutely and all that jazz. What do you think?”

The politician's shoulder shakes. He says, “I think, you think, you can put words in my mouth.”

And Man 1 does a Jerry-like laugh and says, “I wouldn’t assume how far an opinion can reach.” 

So to that the politician raises his chin to give Man 1 the sizing up. Then he says, “You can twist words. You should consider writing speeches. There’s more money in that than this.”

And Man 1, actually in Jerry’s voice again, said, “As it should be?” 

From the beginning the politician had a don’t play smart with me attitude reduced to cliche by the comedies. Friction for friction sake to tantrum-wise portray a job. There was an undercurrent of ideology about this film. Then the camera seemed to forget the protagonists were at a rough spot and focused over the first man's shoulder on a woman and man entering with a box they plop next to the bar. They’ve brought dinner and set a table then one spills a water bottle on purpose, that starts a short water fight and the camera backs away as they clean the floor. 

Then backed up from the water fight, Camera 3 stops at the Tuli room door and about faces to follow inside along a bookshelf aisle where it zooms in on the politician perusing the books and stopping to smack his lips and shake his head holding up the book, 1001 Ways To Avoid The Draft, that someone deliberately painted the title in neon to be perfectly seen.

Then the second guy, sitting, looks up and speaks softly to the first man. “You’re smiling?” And Man 1 says, “Tuli would love this.” 

Then the shot goes black and I’m half expecting a Stallone extravaganza to start, or whatever it was that had tricked me into that theater. But bam, Camera 1, in the back, focuses on no one's there then zooms in on the locked front door popping open to The Fugs’ Summer Of Love, (cued to 7:30), and three enter.

First in, a woman throws up her hands and says,  “Wow the mayor is after us.” And the next new guy says, “The councilman. He’s just a councilman,” as the woman smiles at Man 1 crossing the room to look at a new picture of bicyclists playing polo in a park. 

The new guy says, “That’s why he’s mad at us. Labels are all politicians have. Fred, you have to apologize.”

Finally a character’s name Fred answers a mystery. I’d invested time and it seemed no one else complained, as if we all wanted to see what would happen just like from real compelling films with stars all over the place. Even though Jerry Seinfeld was just replaced by Fred. 

So Fred is completely against apologizing or even staying involved with the project. He says, “Celebrity to celebrity, so to speak. If I were Seinfeld famous, which I’m not.” 

But the woman interrupts, “Fred's right. Except we’re closed unless this becomes an issue.”

Fred says, “I’m not an issue. I’m a comedian.”

Which sparks the other guy who says, “But Fred that’s all we’re asking. Hone your craft here for a really big show. Instead of burning yourself out on the road, do it here.

Fred says, “Yeah. The Book's Last Stand.” 

“Right," the woman says, "I'll be Mickey Rooney in the big show. Fred, people were scared not to sign his petition. We were invited to that meeting just to gloat. This isn’t about books Tuli couldn’t bring himself to throw away. He was obscure for a reason, and not just because he didn’t play guitar like Hendrix. The radical point of view isn't poison. What are you going to do?”

Then the cameras fade out and in on Fred all by himself, at a table, in a chair leaning against the left wall. He’s staring at the wall art and laughs and says, “No one's here. I’ll do a monologue. Leverage. Power. Whoever actually is, was, or becomes mayor, they’re not mayor. Mayor is just a title. However you slice social relations, no person has power to pull strings all by themselves. Any title is a network of tentacles. Look, even Stalin, the bastard, had to dupe millions to get what he wanted."

Then Fred looks up in a questioning pose, as if the sky were inside, and he says, "Tuli would say Occupy isn’t radical. Why would people, pleading, for those that can to stop screwing around with the money, be anything but rational? When the world is unhinged by strict compliance to thought control, where can independence compromise? Ever win?"

Then the camera blacks, but the mega-hit has to wait as an across-the-street camera focuses and follows Fred following the original second guy outside to sit at a table and watch a school bus pass. 

Man 2 says, “No matter who bought the Lower East Side, no one owns the state of mind.” And Fred smugly frowns and laments, “Not this week anyway. No telling what the future is compelled to claim.”

Then everything is black for at least eight seconds when the house lights come on and this wild-haired guy, with a film case, flew by and out the back door chased by theater security. Now that's 3-D!
CMF