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Creeping anti-socialism.

I’ve heard reports today (Thursday) that the Obama administration is looking very seriously at pitching the “public option” component of their health care plan over the side, possibly to gain a couple of (or, more likely, just one) Republican vote(s) in the Senate – votes that would probably be superfluous without the public option anyway. At this moment, I’m hoping this was just a trial balloon put up by an increasingly pusillanimous White House, but my common sense tells me that’s not the case. The public plan was the ten-day-old soup bone tossed to the left in exchange for their acquiescence to the administration’s decision not to even discuss adopting a single payer system; so, of course, the triangulators we’ve put in charge of our government consider this expendable, just as they consider progressives a block of votes they can take for granted. Stupid move, if true. The public option is all that’s left of meaningful health insurance reform. Without that, we might as well not bother. The balance of the legislation will essentially require everyone to buy private insurance, with subsidies for those who cannot afford it, and that mandate would only benefit big fat private insurers. In fact, it would set things up so that whether the legislation passes or not, they would stand to win.

It doesn’t take a genius to see what this entire debate is about. It’s really just our national political parties bending heaven and earth to protect the profits of private health insurance companies, big pharma, and big private health care providers like Columbia/HCA. From their point of view, the current system works perfectly in that it accomplishes what it is designed to do – make them a lot of money. Over the last couple of years, as this system has progressively failed more and more millions of people, the health business magnates recognized a growing tide of public opinion in favor of reform and have acted swiftly to a.) co-opt it through pre-emptive agreements with the new administration, b.) water down any emerging proposals from congress, and  c.) work to kill through lobbying and astroturf-style phony activism whatever compromised plan ultimately comes out of committee. And, of course, since so many of the players in both the executive and legislative branches partly owe their tenures to fat contributions from the health care industry, this is turning out to be a fairly effective strategy.

No one should expect it to be easy to prevail against extremely entrenched institutional interests such as these. Even so, it shouldn’t be hard to explain to people the basic principles of why a national health insurance plan would tend not only provide better coverage, but actually save money… and lots of it. This is often framed as an effort to “socialize” the health care industry by having the government – and the taxpayers – pay to cover the uninsured, who are more often than not portrayed as a.) lazy, b.) irresponsible, and/or 3.) selfish – a kind of “hand out”, if you will. Here’s the part that, frankly, makes us look dumb: the government (and taxpayers) already insure the most expensive people in the country to insure, namely the elderly (Medicare) and the poor (Medicaid, S-CHIP). Extending, say, Medicare to cover everyone, including young, healthy workers, would make the system better able to pay for itself and provide better care. How good is Medicare, really? Ask mom or grandma… if she’s not too scared to talk to you because Glen Beck told her you may be a socialist.

Seriously, we’ve got elements of socialism right now, like the national highway system, Medicare, and Social Security. Chances are, if we add something similar to that short list, it may well prove as popular as these programs are.

luv u,

jp

 

Second spot.


Did you call room service? Well, I sure as hell didn’t. And what is this glorp, anyway? It looks like it’s… it’s…. IT’S ALIVE!

Greetings from Titan, a dry alien moon orbiting the planet Saturn. We’re taking a little break out here on what’s described as “The Riviera of the Gas Giants” in all the travel brochures (my ass!) as we wait for the start of a second string of performances on Jupiter. I have to say, the accommodations are less than what we were encouraged to believe. For one thing, the hotel has no oxygen – it’s bring your own here on Titan. That’s probably because of the methane atmosphere – indeed, on this godforsaken rock they use bottled oxygen for blow torches. Freaky turnaround, dude. And the waterskiing! Not at all like the promotional DVD! They were showing black sand beaches and azure blue waters, and what do we find on the actual, non-promotional Titan? Liquid methane pools. Aromatic, to say the least. I am depressed.

Still, a break is a break. And with the grueling schedule mapped out by our corporate overlords at Loathsome Prick records, any break is welcome… even if not as advertised. After our somewhat troubled passage through the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter – Marvin (my personal robot assistant) took the helm for that leg of the trip, god help us – we pulled into the newly energized atmosphere of the solar system’s largest planet, still roiling from the impact of what was supposed to be a comet (but may, in fact, have been a test rocket launched by our mad science advisor, Mitch Macaphee). Whatever the cause, that fearsome impact has really lit a fire under practically everyone on this airless void of a planet. In fact, I was getting a bit nervous as we waited for our perennial sit-in guitarist from the planet Zenon, sFshzenKlyrn, to arrive – he was running late, and the natives were getting restless. These are hardcore fans we’re talking about on Saturn. Down there, either you get them banging their heads or they start banging yours. Just a little tip from Uncle Joe – no charge.

Anyhow, when sFshzenKlyrn finally got there, we launched right into our heaviest numbers. Nutcracker Suite, Primitive, Why Not Call It George?, and others. Thrashing away, we actually got those shapeless globs of protoplasm bouncing all over the joint. (Indeed, what gig can truly be called successful absent the sight of bouncing globs of protoplasm?) I should say here that the man-sized tuber does deserve some credit for running the sound console during our first set. I should also say that, well, it’s an automated console, pre-programmed by someone more competent than a root vegetable, so his was not a particularly remarkable accomplishment. (He also had some kibitzing from Marvin, who may have thought he was still driving the spacecraft.) What other stand-out memories from that first performance? Well…. John throwing one of his sticks into low orbit. (Gravitational anomaly – happens all the time out here.) And then there was the fruit cup. Very delicious.

Well, got to get back to fighting my breakfast for dear life. Just want to leave you with this brief advisory: If you play Jupiter’s second spot anytime soon, be sure to bring some shin guards. I won’t elaborate… just do it.

Eulogies

I’ll admit to being of an age that enables my most vivid memories of Senator Edward Kennedy to be those of his 1980 presidential campaign. I suppose that is because presidential politics tends to focus the mind, particularly during times of upheaval and uncertainty, which 1980 most certainly was. My late brother Mark, who passed away late that same year, took a keen interest in the campaign – he’d been a strong Kennedy supporter from his youngest days and particularly so with Robert Kennedy’s 1968 run for the Democratic presidential nomination. Mark, Matt (my Big Green compatriot) and I supported the younger Kennedy against Carter for many of the same reasons I have had for backing  the more left-leaning candidates in that party since working on the McGovern campaign as a pre-teenager. But there was also that Kennedy symbolism, the notion that they represented in the minds of so many a kind of liberal ideal and inside-the-system activism strong enough to attract people who might otherwise take their place on the barricades. As far to the left as we were, we could always manage to give a Kennedy the benefit of the doubt.

Ah, the idealism of youth. Lord knows many times that faith was unwarranted. JFK was, from my personal political vantage point, a marginal president at best, and a positive disaster with respect to many of the major issues of his day. A committed cold warrior, he implemented policies that devastated South Vietnam and kept much of Latin America under the jackboot of military dictatorship, while feeding the military-industrial monster at home. His and McNamara’s policy on Vietnam was particularly craven, setting that nation up for the even greater disaster that was to come under Johnson. That’s Jack. Robert was, in some ways, a more committed cold warrior in the early days. He did seem to evolve with the decade of the sixties, becoming more a voice for civil rights and against the Indochinese war his brother helped ignite. Still, his position on the war was hardly one of pacifism, particularly in the crucial period between 1965 and 1967. Review a few of his speeches, like the one he made at St. Lawrence University in 1966, and you’ll see what I mean.  

On balance, I think Ted made the greatest contribution. He ended up embodying to a certain extent the war skepticism many associated, somewhat inaccurately, with his brothers. I’m thinking particularly of Ted’s vocal opposition to the Iraq war – actually, both Iraq wars – which put him ahead of nearly every political figure who took the podium to eulogize him at his memorial celebration in Boston’s JFK Library. In that way, and in a number of different ways over the course of his 47 years in the Senate, he amassed a record of accomplishment that makes him the head of his family, in my book. Yes, it’s a flawed legacy, one that reflects positions with which I disagree, but he took that Kennedy myth and made it into something tangible. That in itself is worth remembering. Sadly, his best efforts and ours thus far have not been sufficient to save the lives of the more than forty American service people who’ve died in Afghanistan this month alone. 

Tell you what – let’s remember him by ending these stupid wars… like, yesterday.

luv u,

jp