The baby is born (yay “Pro-Life”) and then dies (yay getting rid of slackers and drains on the economy)!
I really had to fake my “patriotism” yesterday.
I would think a guaranteed money flow would be a good thing to these companies. But when your only goal is profit and nothing else, anything that might lessen that is viewed as evil and must be destroyed.
That is so far from the goal of the health industry…
… when your only goal is profit and nothing else, anything that might lessen that is viewed as evil and must be destroyed.
Got to first clarify the goals of our democracies. Believe me, USians are the canary here; they’re coming for your national health services and regulations too.
Then we fight the war against the rich when they try to stop democracy everywhere forever.
Then maybe there will be health care in rural Florida.
The purpose is to enrich those [Lord] has favored with riches, empower those [Lord] has favored with power, and punish those [Lord] has punished with poverty, ill health, or disability.
They may cite the “parable of the talents,” which refers to a returning tyrant, as describing the character of their [Lord].
There’s a famous quotation in the Bible, that it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to [be virtuous enough to] enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
I rather think that quote oversells the prevalence of virtue among the rich and powerful.
I used to work in a business office of a hospital, and for some billable tasks the hospital had to submit additional data. Often this would be diagnostic codes (example: run a suite of heart tests, include diagnostic code of angina).
There were other limits too. I remember there was an intersex person who had decided to have surgery for their preferred gender. Some of their claims were initially rejected because you can’t claim those tests for a person of that gender.
The hospital office had to get on the phone real fast with the government office before they tried to bill the person directly or something else stupid. Fortunately, once it was pointed out the government people agreed it was the fault of the business rules in their computer system and were happy to handle the claims manually, rather than risk insulting/traumatising the patient. It just meant we had to courier the forms in instead of submitting electronically.
Gee. Didn’t see that coming. Or any other man-baby reactions to not being taken up on the honor of being welcomed, Elan Muskie, as the magical honky on offer.
With his elite team of the rigid “rocket part”, a.k.a., a “tube”, which would have taken an elite team of ex-military guys endless fucking deadly hours to extract from the end-to-end jam it inevitably got into at some point over the weekend, Eddie Muskie, Jr. would usher in a new age of adventure-going boyish billionaire enforcing his mediocre “miracles in his own mind” on the meritless plebes at his feet.
I’m a little disappointed they didn’t just shoot him.
The worst part is, for all the hubris, the ego, the shitty worker treatment, the guy has done done good things. Powerwalls do work, and he shook the granola off electric cars and made them cool to people who are into cars.
But man, does he need a PR assistant. Or just somebody to stop him embarrassing himself in public.
On the one hand, Flint needs literally all the help it can get. I’m not above giving Musk an attaboy for stepping up when there has been a failure at pretty much every other level to do so.
(As opposed to the Thai mine crisis, which couldn’t be solved by simply throwing enough money at it, and already had a plan underway by the time Musk deigned to offer assistance).
On the other hand, getting a billionaire to fix a crisis because the State can’t or won’t… That’s a bad habit to get into. The fact that Musk is intervening is praiseworthy; the fact that it’s come to that is horrifying.
It’s funny, as much as I have been skeptical of the libertarian Iron Dream, it wasn’t until recently that Elon Musk began to twick my radar as a privileged and obnoxious dumbass, the kind of character I’ve begun calling our “Magical Honkies”. Resident Rump providing the model, sliding in on a helicopter and a Powerpoint deck, with a spare flunky to run the projector and the laptop.