Health Care Reform

The only way to save our ailing economy is to reinvent capitalism. An economic renaissance is waiting, but government can’t deliver it, only free market enterprise can accomplish this feat. So, how do we reinvent capitalism? One small step at a time and the first place to start is with health care; health care should be ground zero in this economic revolution.

The health care industry in this nation composes 15% of GDP. Ever wonder why health care is so expensive, ever wonder why it’s so non- inclusive, ever wonder why it’s such a bureaucracy? 60 years of government tampering, 60 years of meddling in what should be a consumer driven market. That’s why.

The first step to reform the criminality in the health care industry is to stop the nonprofit hospital charade. Corporate hospitals in this country have the luxury of claiming nonprofit status. They do this under the altruistic hoax, that they provide health care to the indigent. There is an estimated 44 million people in the United States who don’t have health care and someone has to provide this care or else . . . This is just one of the fallacious altruist arguments they have used to enhance their agendas. Truth is the amount of goods and services these nonprofit hospitals provide to the poor and uninsured are mythical compared to the hundreds of millions they bank annually.

This lucrative tax loop hole constitutes corporate welfare and much more; it buys protection in Washington, it allows hospitals to monopolize, amass fortunes, and grow preponderant in the industry, intimidating the competition, and price fixing, while strong arming citizens into medical bankruptcy, all with the blessing of big government.

The time has come for our government to close this lucrative tax loop hole. In doing so the government would save more than enough money to buy health insurance for the 44 million Americans who now go without. The government would save enough revenue to offer the self employed the same tax benefit it now offer businesses in this country (more on this later).

This will be a bold first step toward health care reformation. It’s time to take health care away from big government and place it back in the hands of consumers where it belongs.

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Renounce Pragmatism

“I’m a pragmatist.” President Obama’s words not mine. He said it twice before the inauguration; he said it with true conviction, as though pragmatism was an admirable quality. Pragmatists believe that concepts are to be sought in their practical bearing, that truth is to be tested by the practical consequences of belief, that truth is that which works, whatever one wishes to be true, is true, whatever one wishes to exist, does exist.

 

Pragmatists believe that reality is indeterminate, that people determine the actual nature of reality. Pragmatists compose the “I can have my cake and eat it too” crowd, they believe anything goes, the hell with reality, the hell with causality, they abrogate both in favor of a wanton lifestyle.

 

Pragmatism is a cancer in our society. How many times have you heard someone say: “What is this world coming too?” the answer is pragmatism. Pragmatic professors and philosophers, many with tenure, have been teaching this anti-reality dogma to impressionable young people in our colleges for the past 50 years. These are the same left wing bomb throwers who welcome the likes of William Ayres and Ward Churchill as their own. This is what the world has come too.

 

I would prefer my president employ logic and reason when making crucial decisions about national security, economic policy, immigration policy, and the list goes on. I would prefer my president contemplate the potential causality of his actions before making vacuous decisions. Lets examine his first two weeks in office; close a prison for terrorist, choose three tax dodger cabinet appointees, Write a bill to borrow a trillion dollars —a mortgage on our future — load it with welfare, special interest, and pork spending, then call it a stimulus package. Yup, he’s a pragmatist all right. I wish he would have declared this on the campaign trail.

 

 

 

 

Welcome

What is it you value most in this world? What is it you would be willing to lay down your life for? If your answer to these two questions is freedom; welcome, you came to the right place.

I can no longer blog about my charmed life, when our freedom and individual rights are dwindling by the day; therefore, I am changing the contents of this blog to save that which I hold dear.

Make no mistake about it, there are insidious forces at work in this country, destroying our individual rights by collectivizing us with moral fad. We are engaged in a culture war where divisive philosophical ideologies flourish, flying in the face of historical precedence, defying reality with embolden omnipotence, they inflict their brand of causality upon our liberties with impunity.

We will explore the proper roll of government in a free society. We will define capitalism, globalization, and democracy; we will expose pragmatism, the immorality of altruism, and the cloak of deception hiding behind the illusions of moral duty and social justice.

My intentions are to fight this war, not with guns and clubs, for those are the tools of oppressive government, but with reason and logic employing reality to arm people with the most potent weapon of all: truth. I implore you to join this battle, spread these truths, before freedom becomes a vague recollection we once shared.

Christmas

“There are no Christmas trees to be had anywhere,” I said to Robin, after prospecting Wal-mart, City Market, and Safeway the day after Thanksgiving.
That didn’t stop Robin from meticulously decorating the house with Christmas cutesies and the familiar ornaments I admire every year come December, even the potpourri bowl got a shot of redolent red holiday entanglements that smell like . . . frankincense and myrrh. I suppose. Delicate frosted glass snowmen adorn the entertainment center, their outstretched arms and mouths agape lend the impression of carolers. Not to be up staged are the Santas; fat Santas, flat Santas, wooden Santas, tea kettle Santas, action figure Santas cavorting with reindeer and the like. We have holiday fabrics too; table runners and kitchen table clothes with shimmering gold tinsel threads laced between shades of cranberry that have an uncanny way of disguising the home made salsa I just slopped.
After two days of arranging and rearranging its perfect, elves couldn’t have done better, yet this sylvan creation lacks a focal point: we need a tree.
“Surely they should have Christmas trees by now, don’t cha think?” Robin said.
“I would hope so; Christmas is right around the corner.”
“Would you like to come to town and shop for one with me?”
“Thanks but no thanks. I trust you’ll bring home a fine tree. I’ll just hang out here and finish pluming the hot water heater.”
Historically, my Christmas tree acquisitions have been . . . flops — literally speaking. They have a half life of nine ornaments before going to ground. After a couple of hours, she returns home shopping bags in tow, a telltale pine branch sticking out of the bed of the truck.
“Did you find a good one?” I ask.
“Yes, its perfect; just the right height.”
“How much did you pay for it?”
“Fifty dollars.”
“Fi . . . fi . . . fifty bucks!” I croaked.
“It’s Okay Gene.”
She knows I’m teasing, at least I think she knows I’m teasing, however; Christmas wisdom tells me not to push my luck; I know better than spoil the holiday Zeitgeist.
Later, I walk outside to inspect the tree, tripping over the stand Robin conveniently placed next to the steps for me to find. It’s when I drop the tail gait I realize this is no ordinary tree; its sleek, its straight, it has precise symmetry and a perfect crown, its some kind of genetic hybrid, grown special by Christmas mavens who know how to gene splice a blue spruce with a Doug fir, after a hundred years of selective breeding: race horses aren’t this perfect. And the best part — in 2.5 minutes it’s in the stand, stalk-straight and ornament ready — and I’m back in a recliner in front of the Broncos game.
During the commercials I watch Robin methodically decorate it, lights first, then just the right smattering of ornaments and of course; another Victorian Santa on top.
“You’re doing a marvelous job, honey.”
“This is the best Christmas tree we have ever had,” she said.
“Ain’t it though . . . best fifty bucks I’ve ever spent.

लैटर तो Sears

Sears Headquarters
3333 Beverly Rd.
Hoffman Estates Il 60179
Customer service

December 1, 2008

To Whom It May Concern:
I grew up on Sears products. Now that I am fifty, have remodeled and sold several homes, all of which have been furnished with Sears fine line of appliances, I regret to inform you. This is a divorce.

This stems from an incident at one of your satellite retail stores where I purchased an upper end stainless steel barbecue grill and was sold a rotisserie.
“This unit will fit your grill,” the sales person assured me.

Due to ongoing home construction, the rotisserie sat in the box for months, until on the Fourth of July, when I was ready to turn a pork loin, I discovered the rotisserie did not fit my grill. So I boxed it up neatly with all the packaging and instructions, and with receipt in hand I presented the rotisserie for return at the Cortez Colorado store, where I was informed —in no cordial manner—they would not take it back!

Pity; and here I am in the market for a front loading washer and dryer, which I will be purchasing from one of your competitors. Apparently Sears has so much market share they can sacrifice service in this tumultuous economic environment.

After giving Sears the best years of my life I’m afraid our differences are irreconcilable. I acquiesce; there will be no custody battle.

Sincerely

Gene Palmisano

Review

Twenty years ago on a cold November night, I was one of two nurses called into the operating room were the team preformed a c-section and delivered a healthy baby boy. While waiting for the mother to recover, I picked up a copy of JAMA in the doctors lounge, there I found an article authored by some PHD entitled: Stop the Charade. It was the authors contention if we made all the non-profit charter hospitals in the country for profit the government would save enough money (eliminating the tax subsidies) to buy every American health care insurance.

Twenty years later author Regina Herzlinger MD PHD echoes this same strategy combined with other comprehensive solutions for curing the health care debacle infecting our nation. In her book: Who Killed Health Care. Dr Herzlinger identifies the culpable players who have brought havoc upon us; government bureaucrats that exorcise legislative powers to manipulate markets, technocrats who employ statistics to homogenize variables into one size fits all diagnoses, and industry lobbyists, special interest peddlers who know how to oil the system with campaign contributions.

Dr. Herzlinger provides a compelling argument in favor of consumer driven health care. She has cut through the complexity of this out of control industry identifying the problems and offering competent solutions to put healthcare back in the hands of consumers, physicians and health care professionals.

Meet Jack Morgan and follow his tragic demise. Learn how our bloated bureaucratic health care system failed him, and how his needless death could have been avoided. Learn how consumer driven health care could have enhanced his quality of life and saved him. Dr. Herzlinger demonstrates how this clandestine industry operates, how knowledge is power in the hands of the few; and a lack of transparency keeps consumers in the fog inhibiting their ability to make informed decisions regarding their own health care. She provides compelling analogies; consumer driven industries not so different from health care that thrive in a free market.

Learn why we dump our hard earned dollars into employer health care plans without question, or benefit of choice. Learn how everyone can benefit in a transparent marketplace, how competition enhances insurance company performance, while simultaneously driving down costs associated with delivery; spurring innovation while simultaneously improving the quality of health care. Learn how transparency growths technology, how risk adjusted insurance plans for specific illnesses aimed at prevention are part of solution.

Consumer driven health care is capitalism at it’s finest; encouraging healthy competition between insurance companies, hospitals, and physician groups all vying for our health care dollars. It is this competition in a free market that will resuscitate the health care industry, add value, and drive down cost.

Autumn

I have elevated camping to an eccentric high. Bow hunting elk in the Rockies is just an excuse to practice the art of camping. It’s an opportunity to dwell in my tipi amongst the aspens, Dutch oven cook on an open fire and laugh long and hard with friends and family at every politically incorrect moment. These are quintessential ingredients of a superlative hunting camp.

Dwelling in the tipi is a primitive luxury, its happy sleep with a touch of class; it’s what I call inhabiting sculpture. The adorned canvas filters sunlight casting pallid shadows upon my blankets. Nights are cozy, propane heat and gas lamps set the canvas aglow.

It’s all about the food. Cilantro chicken with hot Italian sausage, elk tip roast in burgundy wine au jus, green-chili pork posole, hot biscuits and cherry pie, all conjured in a Dutch oven before a roaring fire. It’s about cowboy coffee mornings and zinfandel nights.

Hunting is a diversion from camp pleasantries, pushing ones physical and mental limits to the point of exhaustion, only to revive with a hot nature shower amongst the ferns under a canopy of blue sky. It’s watching an ocean of aspen trees turn from green to gold their leaves lofting on the thermals before blanketing my camp with trappings of autumn.

It’s about nurturing the spirit to never loose sight of the important things, a favorable breeze, the warmth of an open fire, the caress of a loved ones hand; these things that bring so much pleasure to those in concert with life.