I'm not a biter, I'm a writer, for myself and others
On occasion, the good folks here at TLBR will get politely political.
A good friend and longtime reader (and TLBR general counsel) is approaching the 2008 elections with a singular focus.
Not a unilateral platform, but one topic interests him more than the others: national healthcare.
Because I need a life, or need some sort of release, or at least, maybe a few hours to myself per week, I was thinking about this on the drive to work today.
(as for the gig, I'm just living the dream. can you sense the sarcasm? can I make it any clearer? how about a billboard on Rt. 95? subreference intended.)
If the business of healthcare was nationalized, then what would it become?
It'd be a government entity.
And, I'm breaking my self-imposed TLBR guideline against publically recognizing or refering to my place of work, but I couldn't imagine getting older...having my health fail...and deal with bureaucratic, inefficient-because-of-the-system, celebratively (it's a celebration, bitches!) incompentent louts the likes of those I work with.
(yeah, it was a run-on sentence and I ended it with a preposition. if you don't like it, get your own shampooing blog, Paddy.)
Perhaps the frustration that occupies virtually all 72 inches of my vertical likeness (no comment on the inchage of the horizonal perpendicular...heh-heh, I said dicular...heh-heh) is adversely affecting my opinions on both national healthcare and my vocation, but seriously... How can we trust a two-party system, which was designed with checks & balances but has allowed that to be broken up into two, four, and six-year spans of inefficiency and spin...how can all the voices with different pitch, tone, and vernacular all merge to form a symphony?
A sweet-sounding symphony...that's what national healthcare would have to be.
I don't see it.
Could it be an independent government-based entity? Sure, I suppose. By the way, call me when Amtrak and the U.S. Postal Service stop hemorraging cash. (hemmoraging is a healthcare term? don't say the good folks here at TLBR can spin the metaphors with the best of them...)
. (link to to Michael Daly's column in today's New York Daily News
Doesn't seem like it's been that long.
I've tried to mark the sad anniversary in a number of ways: heading out for a brisk run, standing at a Memorial service, crying my eyes out in my apartment, or just going someplace quiet with my thoughts. This year, I'm trying something different.
I'm trying to do my normal routine.
Not out of disrespect, not because "it's time to move on."
Not for any particular reason.
It just seems like something I should do.
Speaking of the six-year anniversary, I'm glad to report that there's been a lot of progress.
Americans are still dying for no reason, al Queda/the Taliban are as strong as ever in Afghanistan, and bin Laden is still sending out his "Up Your Butt, Jobu and filthy Zionists" videos on YouTube.
Ok, that's all for now.