middle names

I watch The Daily Show and The Colbert Report the next day. I’m not really supposed to stay up that late when I have to go to work in the morning and – although I usually do anyway – most of the time I don’t end up getting to watch the shows until dinner the next day.

So I’m watching, this evening, and on the Report there’s this montage clip of Fox ‘n’ Friends [Episode: #04091] saying Barack Hussein Obama every moment they got the opportunity to do so. [emphasis on the Hussein]

It got me thinking.

What’s John McCain’s middle name?

I have no idea.

Sicko ~ A Review (of sorts)

It seems that Nixon tended to blink very quickly when he was lying. At least that’s how it appears from the tape shown in Michael Moore’s movie. My company’s just changed our healthcare insurance to Cigna, and there’ve already been problems with doctors not being ‘in the network’. I’m dreading finding out whether my dentist and optometrist will be in network.

Having grown up as a military dependent, I’m really only familiar with what was basically socialized medicine. [well, I suppose that’s cuz I fervently avoid doctors/hospitals/medication/etc.] But I think the ‘propaganda’ Mr. Moore discusses in regard to stories of substandard care, long waits, no autonomy for the doctors, comes from military anecdotes.
I remember when I broke my right arm, in Hawaii, when I was 9. I had already broken my left arm, 3 years prior, and I was hoping my arm wasn’t broken. I convinced my parents that I was fine. For a day. The next day was Sabbath, and my dad noticed the swelling and said we were going to the emergency room. We arrived at the ER around 4pm. We waited. And waited. And waited. Actually, around 8:30, dad took me to Bob’s Big Boy for dinner. Then we went back to the hospital to wait some more. We left around 1:30am. At least my arm was set and in a cast.

Then there was that time I broke my leg – this time I needed surgery. After surgery, I got the feeling back, slowly, but surely. Because of a miscommunication with the doctor, I thought that I would have to wait a certain amount of time before I could ask for pain medication. Having never had surgery before, I didn’t realize how bad that pain might be. So I waited to ask for pain medication until after I’d gotten the feeling back. With feeling, came pain – extreme, excruciating, drill-a-hole-in-your-bone pain (but it kinda worked up to that, gradually). So I asked how long I needed to wait before I could get some medicine – I was then told I didn’t have to wait. Except that the medicine didn’t come. I expected it to come soon after I asked about the time – but nothing happened. Instead the pain got to that drill-a-hole-in-your-bone pain I mentioned. I sent my mom out to find a nurse because it was getting close to unbearable. The nurse told my mom she was busy with some paperwork. By this time I was screaming with pain. And I have a pretty high pain tolerance. They finally brought me some Percocet, but the time had past for pills. They finally brought me a shot.

And certainly, the ‘plight’ of the army doctor practicing only where she’s assigned – well, yes – that’s part of the military, not socialized medicine.

Certainly, there will never be an earthly system that is completely problem-free. But how can that be our excuse for not progressing to the next logical step in caring for our nation? Truly, there IS no excuse for throwing people from a hospital bed into a cab to be sent to a mission and receive no medical care. Watching a disoriented woman wearing a hospital gown exit a cab and wander the street for a few minutes before being taken in by a nearby clinic – that was enough for me. It doesn’t seem possible that someone with a conscience could perpetrate something so careless.

Further discussion of those who received to assistance from the gov’t after they worked at Ground Zero ended with me in tears watching them get care in Cuba. After being told that their bills would be completely out of their reach, they came to a place that opened their arms to give them what looked to be state-of-the-art care.

I’m a lil skeptical about the care provided for those folks who went to Cuba. I’m sure people were [at the very least] a bit more compassionate for the cameras. They may have gotten to one of few hospitals with advance medical equipment, etc. I don’t know. I guess I’ve just always been under the impression that Cuba is telling us their best stories so we’ll believe that their communist experiment is working. [I have no idea if that’s true, but i do know a fair amount of Cubans who have no interest in returning to the country to live.]

But Canada, England, and France? I don’t think anyone was putting on for the camera. They don’t really need good press. I wanna move to France. Free college, medical care…woo. 5 weeks MIN vacation? Unlimited sick time? 35-hr work week? A year off [PAID] if you have a kid? I gotta polish up my French. And learn some more.

Cuz I don’t ‘live to work’ by any stretch of the imagination. I like my job – but if they quit paying me – I’d quit going in.

Best Quote from Sicko:
“No. I’m not being trained for that many years to be selling detergent…” – Pharmacist

Best Quote from Sicko DVD Extras:
“The thing about a customer is – if you haven’t any money, you can’t be a customer. So the word ‘customer’ dehumanizes the poor…so, economic language classifies us according to our money and not our need.” – Tony Benn, Former British MP

(the whole thing is good, but ~7min10sec is the beginning of the quoted segment)

All in all, good movie. Thought provoking. Frustrating. But, good.