Friday, December 9, 2011

Why Health Care is Evil

During my junior year of high school, I wrote the essay which I am still the most proud of.  It was for a teacher who told us at the start of the year that she'll only give us an 'A' if she reads our essay and says "Wow!"  I got an 'A' on this essay... but more than that, it was the one essay that I truly put my heart and soul into because it was about something that mattered to me that much.  It was a persuasive essay about having a national health care system.


This is still an issue that matters to me a great deal.  I know that I am blessed to have had health insurance for most of my life.  I know that I am blessed to have amazing coverage and a family with good enough health that we haven't needed to use it for anything major.  I also know a number of people who haven't had insurance for a good part of their lives, and a number of people who have been hurt by this when issues came up.  This is why I am in support of a system that, somehow, provides health insurance to everyone.


Yesterday, I watched this video, an advertisement for Rick Perry saying that he'll repeal ObamaCare, as well as an article about Rick Santorum who believes that not having health insurance doesn't kill people.  Recently, I've heard that cheers have gone up at the idea of not treating someone who shows up at the hospital and can't afford treatment... just letting them die.


All this reminds me of my persuasive essay.  All this reminds me even more of an assignment we did before writing our persuasive essays - we had to write a satire which argued the opposite point of our persuasive essays, as a way of playing with our opponent's arguments.  For me, that meant writing an argument against health care.  It scares me, looking back, how much the points that come out of the mouths of the Republican presidential candidates sound like the points I made in my satire.  This is why I decided I wanted to post my satire here today: because suddenly, it's actually relevant to politics.


So... here goes.  I made some changes for the sake of grammar and readablilty, but the ideas and structure are still exactly what I turned in on January 3, 2008 - four years ago, and just as close to a presidential election as we are now.


Dear Editor Waggleman,
The issue of national health care is one which has been hotly debated in the Times Journal Tribune Courier Reporter of late.  Since this discussion has been heavily and unreasonable biased, I decided I would like to add my two cents to the conversation.

Many of your readers believe that America should have a health care system similar to that of Canada and England, where all medical procedures are free for everyone.  However, this system is very impractical.  Nothing can ever be done, because every procedure needs approval, freezing the health care system as ill patients wait for lifesaving treatments.  In America, we are concerned because almost everyone needing an organ transplant dies waiting for it.  In Canada and England, the problem is much worse… even people in need of a procedure as routine as a quintuple bypass surgery die waiting for the government to approve it.

Those believing that we can solve our health care problems by restricting the price of medications and procedures show equal folly.  What they do not realize is that the restriction of prices prevents the formation of new medications.  The money for researching and forming important new medications comes from the money spent on existing healthcare.  If we were making an effort to limit prices from the early beginnings of healthcare, we might still be using spider webs to stop heavy bleeding and lobotomies to cure people of irritability, both of which have since been proved dangerous and potentially ineffective.

Since the current ideas are so obviously useless, I would like to propose my carefully thought out and extremely logical healthcare plan.  This plan will eradicate all possible problems with our healthcare system.  It will eliminate any need to worry about the healthcare of the less fortunate classes.  It will also lessen the unemployment rates, teacher shortages, and negative environmental impact of our society.

First, I must remind you of the importance of research funding.  The importance of innovative medical technologies is something widely agreed upon by our nation, but it seems few of us know where this technology comes from.  In order to have the latest technologies and advanced medical treatments, research must be done.  This research needs to be funded.  If more funding is available, then more research can be done, and, thus, more technology will be available to the public.  This funding generally comes from the profits of the major medical companies, such as Krankheit International.  Therefore, we should not restrict the cost of our current medical treatments, so that greater amounts of profit can go towards research.  Even better, companies should be encouraged to raise their prices, in order to incur the greatest amounts of research funding.  Therefore, we can provide the best treatments to our entire population, in order to keep them as healthy as can be.

Furthermore, it is quite clear that the insurance companies are an inefficient way of funding health care.  They are biased institutions who only grant good coverage to rich people.  Even if one is rich enough to get coverage, they often don’t actually receive the coverage without a large amount of hassle  Can any one of us honestly say that they have never endured problems with their insurance refusing to cover some procedure, or being unreasonable in their demands?  On top of that, many people, especially those with dangerous jobs or hobbies, are unable to find health insurance companies who will actually insure them.  Why shouldn’t they be allowed to have healthcare like the other average citizens?  Firemen and policemen are just as important as office workers, and yet, due to their dangerous professions, it is harder for them to find insurance.  Therefore, I think that the government of the United States of America should ban insurance companies, and severely punish all who attempt to form them.

This, as I said previously, will benefit us greatly.  With every procedure charged at full price, only people who are wealthy enough to deserve the life granted by the procedure will get it - which obviously means only the hard working among us will get treatment for what ails them.  Thus, poor people will eventually be an extinct race, and we can rid ourselves of the blights on our society: the lazy slum dwellers who can’t find a job, the homeless people, the illegal immigrants, the unemployed, etc.  This will be quite helpful to us, and remove many of our problems.  Food shortages at food banks, for example, will be eliminated, because no one will be there to need the food.  Many other shortages will disappear as well: Teacher shortages, because there won’t be as many kids to teach, and water shortages, considering that less people will be using the water.  We also won’t need to pay for welfare, because anyone who would have been eligible will shortly die.

Finally, environmentalism has been another hotly debated topic in the Times Journal Tribune Courier Reporter.  Many people think we need to be kinder to the earth, but many others say that is not financially a good decision.  This plan is perfect: less people=less pollution.  Less trash will be produced, fewer cars driven, and less carbon emissions released into the air... with no negative impact on the economy!
Who says there’s no such thing as a perfect plan?

Sincerely,
Alblineezer Sprooge
A caring citizen

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Did you hear the one about the model rocket enthusiast?

He took off and flew away to heaven.

But before he did, he passed his joy on to so many others.  His love for rockets and, unfortunately, his love for puns have found their way into my heart.  (Luckily for those around me, my ability to create puns is puny at best...)

It seems I've managed to take my longest hiatus from this thing yet... but this time it wasn't just laziness.  On the night of my last blog post, Dave Ward, father of a dear friend of mine, passed away unexpectedly.  I've spent the past few weeks realizing who he was to me: a man who I respected, who I enjoyed interacting with, who I looked up to.  Someone I expected to be hovering with a bad pun or a random thought in response to nearly everything I posted on Facebook.  Someone who was very, very good at making bad puns.  Someone who knew more than I would expect: once, when I complained about the caterwauling coming from Pitzer, he somehow knew about the Grove House and their Friday Night Noise nights (or... you know... music... it's actually been pretty good this year...)

Most of the time I spent with Dave was at the rocket launches he orchestrated for local Boy Scouts (or other groups of kids, I suppose).  I left both launches I helped with suffering from a massive migraine and still feeling extremely excited by his infectious enthusiasm about everything.  I look back and I remember the moments I didn't really notice then: the younger sisters he reached out to, the little girls sitting forlornly in the grass, wondering why they had to come along to yet another of their brother's activities that they couldn't participate in.  The joy on their faces when he asked if they wanted to launch a rocket, and they got to push the button to send one of his own personal (read: large and impressive) rockets into the air.  He knew that all children love rockets, love to launch rockets, even when they're his age.

Now I think of him whenever someone starts to talk about rocket launching.  Whenever Pitzer starts caterwauling.  Whenever someone makes a bad pun.  And I hope he's happy now, joking and launching rockets with his wife in heaven.  I know I can't believe in a heaven without model rockets and puns.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Felines and Freelines

A friend of mine passed away over the summer.

I guess I just have to say it.  I've been thinking for two days whether there's a way I could sugarcoat it and still get my point across but there really isn't.

It was shocking, to say the least.  She was a classmate, and I didn't spend much time with her last semester, so it still hits me sometimes why I'm not seeing her around campus.

As I suppose must be normal when someone close to us dies, it left me thinking a great deal about life, and what time I'd spent with her.  We weren't as close as I would have liked... even though she always took the time to ask me about my life and make sure I was doing well, I unfortunately can't say I always reciprocated, which makes me sad...

A little while after I found out, I remembered an exchange we'd had about a test.  Walking out of the classroom, it was the usual "this question tripped me up... how did you feel?"  Somehow, however, we didn't recognize eachother's questions.  I was being forgetful, and she, as she found out a day or two later, had missed an entire page on the test.

She was frustrated.  I would have been.  I'm sure the professor gave her grace.  And now... what does it matter?

In the course of a lifetime, what does it matter?  Nobody is going to be checking her grades anymore.

She mattered, of course.  The love she showed me mattered.  The frustrated interaction we had about the test, the sympathy... that mattered.

A week ago I took a test.  Take home exam, and my first one at that.  Two hours after I turn the test in, I find out that we were allowed to use calculators.  I'd been so sure we weren't that I hadn't wanted to bug the professor about it.

Talk about test frustration.  I was pretty frustrated.  I was even more frustrated when I got my test back and saw what the innocent mistake had done to my grade... seeing as I understand the material and the test is supposed to reflect that (in theory).

Anyways, I got to remembering my friend and her test... and wondering what, if, it really mattered.  Of course it doesn't.  Not in the long run...

Trying to distract myself, I ended up hanging out with some of the frosh down the hall from me.  As I've found many times before, sometimes the best person to cheer you up is someone who isn't trying - someone who doesn't know something is wrong.  (Most true when its something unimportant like a test grade that talking about won't heal...)

One of the frosh recently bought himself some freelines.  (If you aren't a Mudder, you should watch this to know what I'm talking about: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gbR3fuC1xM.)  He pretty much made me try them.  It was probably the highlight of my day, even though I was no good.  Or, at least, even though I needed a bit of support.  Okay, a lot of support.  But that's not the point.

The point is that my test doesn't matter.  It's one test.  It's one blip in life.  Out of that blip came an experience.  Out of that blip came a chance to interact with someone, a chance to experience something... enjoyable.  Fun, if you will.  And I got to share that experience with a relatively awesome person.

And that moment - that's the one that matters.

Also, that freelines are awesome.

On an unrelated note, check out the Adventures of Paolo the Cat.  I promised felines, I need to deliver.

On another unrelated note, this book looks like it could be interesting.  I may have to expend a few dollars...

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Bots, Blooms, and Barbarous Fathers

Before anybody freaks out about my talking about barbarous fathers... I'm mostly just referencing this article by Danny Westneat.  For those of you who don't know, I'm a fan of his writing and usually agree with what he has to say.  Not sure about this time, but I found the article amusing.

In other news, I think bots found my blog.  I logged into blogger today to see some lovely pageview stats.  I didn't quite manage to do the math but it appears as though my blog was visited by 3 people every 5-6 hours.

Of course, there's a few anomalies, but that's no reason not to be amused and curious.  Almost all of these views came from Google Chrome, so I think maybe Google has three bots (rather than, I dunno, Google, Yahoo, and Bing all using Chrome to search through web pages...)

In other news, I would like to send a shout out to three guys who bought flowers for girls this week.  When I was biking back to my dorm from some errand on Pomona campus, I ran into a couple of guys who had bought a bouquet of brightly colored flowers and were standing on a corner passing them out to all the passing girls.  I'm not sure if it was the gorgeous orange flower I got that made me happiest... or the guy giving it to me: as I mentioned, I was biking.  When he saw me, he started yelling excitedly: "HANDOFF! HANDOFF!  Don't stop riding!"  I was biking about walking speed, because my bike/lungs can't handle going much faster uphill (unintentional single speed bike), yet he was still incredibly excited to be handing me a flower while I was riding my bike.

See the pretty orange flower?
Oh, and the rest of the flowers?  My boyfriend bought me flowers for the first time on Sunday.  He even almost managed to surprise me!  :)

(And yes, I'm proud of my awesome alliteration.)

Thursday, September 15, 2011

What's the use?

Every year at my school, there's a big dinner out on the lawn where all the clubs and random groups set up tables and try to get people to sign up.

Sometimes, you get a club that makes you feel like a horrible person for not signing up.

As I was strolling through, a senior called out to me.

"Are you interested in ending slavery?"

Uh yeah.  I'd love to end slavery.  But that's some dangerous mess to deal with on my own.  "In theory, yeah."

"And, in reality?"

I paused.  I was trying to think of a good response.  Its not like, in reality, I am not interested in ending slavery.  It's not like I don't care that several million people are slaves today, not like I don't care that, even in my hometown, underage girls are kidnapped and forced into prostitution.  (http://www.slaverymap.org/ if you want details.  It's interesting, you should poke around a bit.)  Its just that, in reality, I'm trying to get through school right now, and I don't want to add another commitment to my schedule unless I'll actually be making a difference.  So I dodged the bullet.  "What kinds of things will you be doing?"

"Movie showings, bringing speakers to campus, that sort of thing."

Wow.  Raising awareness of the problem on the college campus, where there's a lot of people like me who don't know what they could do except... raise awareness about the problem.  Its not that I don't think awareness raising is a bad thing, but I do think that getting college students to go to movies about the problem isn't going to do any good in the short term.

Here's what I'm saying:  Slavery is a problem.  Forced prostitution is a problem.  Still.  But if I'm going to commit any time to stopping it, even if all I can do is raise awareness, I'm going to go push the problem in the faces of the people who have the resources (and the power) to do something about it.  Not in the faces of college students who feel like they need to save the world and do so right now when they're already broke and don't have enough time on their hands to take care of themselves, let alone others.  (And its pretty hard to take care of others if you can't take care of yourself).

I signed up for the mailing list anyways.  Her ploy was: "If you're at all interested in ending slavery, sign up".  I knew, by not signing up, I'd be presenting myself as not at all interested in ending slavery.

Just one more email cluttering my inbox, just one more plea for my far too limited time.  Maybe... just maybe... I should have let myself be that person this once.