Loving Ashland; An insane situation; Feeling thankful; Health care reform
I was volunteering at the Hospice Unique Boutique on Ashland Street when a man came into the building asking for the owner of a blue Toyota parked outside. I called out, and one of the patrons responded. The man immediately went to her and offered several bills, $12, that he found on the ground next to her car while he was passing by. She thanked him and explained that the money must have fallen out of her pocket. She would be able to go the movies that night after all. I gave him a high five as he walked out the door smiling. I love living in this town.
An insane situation
In the last election, the American public demanded change. Voters saw the need to stop spending our taxes on destroying other countries and repair our own instead. Chief among our demands was some decent form of public health care equivalent to that of most other countries. The U.S. could certainly afford health care, if other countries do. That is, if we had our priorities straight.
We elected a new slate of politicians to set things right. Now, these quislings are refusing to do what they were sent to Washington to do. This situation is insane. Most people understand that, or they wouldn't have voted for change in the first place.
Every politician who holds up progress in health care is personally responsible for the suffering of every American who is adversely affected by the current situation either financially or medically. But what do these Senators and Representatives care; they're raking in money from lobbyists while they enjoy their own Congressional form of Medicare, granted through legislation passed years ago, by themselves for themselves. Obviously, to them, the rest of us are nothing but serfs to be lied to, exploited and discarded.
My son, Chris, went to kindergarten at Southern Oregon University and recently earned his bachelor's degree from SOU. He has come full circle. Since he, my only child, is all grown up now and has moved to California, I've been going through all our family photos to make him some scrapbooks.
I'm so very thankful to my son's kindergarten teacher, Susan Jesse, for having taken several beautiful photographs of the young children she taught. She even helped our kids to make construction paper scrapbooks with photos and poems and thoughts for their parents. Susan also had each of us parents tape photos of our kids' infancy and early childhood on a posterboard with our child's name at the top. That treasure has been on our wall ever since.
At this time of Thanksgiving, I wish to express my thankfulness for the enlightenment of a kindergarten teacher whose profound inspiration at the very beginning of my child's education is reflected in his college diploma and in this parent's joyful tears.
Health care reform
I recieved an appeal from firstname.lastname@example.org for continued support for reform à la "Obamacare." Here is my response:
Support for reform sounds good. Polls also show that given the right information, Americans overwhelmingly support real reform such as HR 676, which apparently is not on the table for real consideration.
Why isn't Obama behind simply expanding the efficient and effective Medicare system, allowing everyone in who wants in (and nobody out)? I think we know the answer. Our system is so hopelessly corrupted by money, greed and profit, that our representatives have to represent money first, or risk political oblivion.
The profit-driven insurance industry should be sent into oblivion, and would, were we to get a true single-payer type of health care system. The millions of dollars being spent against real reforms like HR 676 are miniscule amounts compared to the profits being protected by the lobbyists and professional liars (and their congressional lackeys) opposing serious reform.
P.S. Another even more important reform, once the right to proper health care is established (and the parasitic profit system is done away with), would be to change from a system that supports disease to one which promotes health. But we can't get there all at once I suppose.
Louie Urban Kohler