Archive for the ‘Health’ Category

The new healthcare law has more or less fallen of the radar screen lately. Here are two stories that give me a warm fuzzy feeling about it.

First from Politico, health care is going to cost more than previously thought:

Congressional Budget Office estimates released Tuesday predict the health care overhaul will likely cost about $115 billion more in discretionary spending over ten years than the original cost projections. The additional spending — if approved over the years by Congress — would bring the total estimated cost of the overhaul to over $1 trillion.

And from the Washington Post, seven more states to join suit against the legistlation.

This Friday, seven more states will formally join a lawsuit originally filed by Florida and 12 other states in late March. The suit, filed in a U.S. District Court in Florida, contends that Congress lacks the constitutional authority to mandate an individual’s participation in an insurance plan, and that it has infringed on states’ rights by requiring them to extend coverage to more low-income residents without fully funding the additional cost.

Go get ’em!


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There’s a feature this a.m. in the Life & Arts section about “bad mother moments” where moms wrote in to confess their failures.  For the most part, these true confessions were all very far behind the front line of battle between “tough love” and “I left my toddler in the house over the weekend with an open box of cereal and the TV on at the Cartoon Channel.  I needed some ‘me’ time.” Overall it was pretty wimpy stuff, although I admire the woman who stuffed her kid’s toy recorder with foam, telling her that it would “filter” the sound.  Some of it didn’t even register as “bad,” just the kind of stuff unimaginative types think qualifies as a major lapse of nurturing: mother of 4 month old FORGETS TO PACK EXTRA CHANGE OF CLOTHES IN DIAPER BAG.  When the kid needs changing, he doesn’t have a replacement pair of pants (diaper leak- oops.) So he has to endure the humiliation of only wearing his shirt, clean diapers, and his mom’s jacket at a dinner with family.  At the Salt Lick, mind you, not the Four Seasons.  I remember never dressing my daughter in anything more than a “onesie” until she was old enough to complain.  And now, three years later, she’s graduating from high school.  Time flies! (more…)

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With all the hub-bub over Tiger Woods, it was nice to see this  story about Phil Mickelson. Phil’s wife and mother are being treated for breast cancer by a Dr Tom Buchholz out of Houston TX. At the Houston Open last weekend, in the last round on the final holes, Phil pulls the doctor out of the gallery and has him caddie for a few holes. In what was going to be a one hole stroll for the doctor turned into several as Phil started sinking putts for birdies. I expect it was a thrill to be inside the ropes at a PGA event, and a stellar way of saying thanks to the doctor who is caring for his family.

“This man has helped us through some of the toughest times that we’ve gone through,” Mickelson said. “He’s the best at what he does.”

Golf fans either love or hate Phil. He says stuff that rubs other golfers (Tiger) the wrong way, or is not so serious about his game. He can make you gasp at the accuracy of his game, or stuns you with how he can miss a 3 foot putt in crunch time.  I have pulled for Phil most of the time being a fellow left-hander, but now I think I can root for him a little stronger than before. He seems like a good guy after all.

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Ed Morrissey at Hot Air has linked to a video that has to be seen. Its a nice reflection on the iPad and healthcare legistlation.  Here is the video as well …

A great commentary, and I hesitate to improve on it, just let it sink in. (Especially the fake O-Pad display in black and white. Har har har.)

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Several years ago, a woman I know contracted breast cancer.  She was either uninsured or under-insured so she had to go to a public facility to get treatment.  Her payments, if any, were based on her ability to pay.  She got her treatments and she’s completely cured.  A couple years after this ordeal, Barack Obama was elected.  She was overheard expressing deep relief at the prospect of having someone in the White House who “understood her.”

One more added tidbit: her husband is a fully qualified RN, but decided a number of years ago that the 40 hour week, work-day-world wasn’t his bag, so he quit.  To my knowledge, he does pick up work only and she’s the primary breadwinner.  Funny, that, because there is a screaming shortage of nurses in this town like there is any place and the hospitals here offer the best health insurance plans of any employer locally, for obvious reasons.

So, just to review the bidding: her husband is qualified to hold a well compensated position with fabulous bennies, but chooses not to.  The charity system, part public-part private, paid for her treatment and she was cured.  But they both want the rest of us taxed to death and for our children and grandchildren to pay the bills for their health care, and they want the government to have the say about who gets treated and in what way.

One thing’s for sure: Barack Obama understands this mentality very, very well.

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A Shot at Fame

I was a fan of Law and Order, once upon a time when it was a compelling drama.  Now it’s just a leftist mouthpiece, the writing is truly terrible and there’s no suspense.  Oh- and the cheap shots, let’s not forget the cheap shots.

But I used to think, “Wouldn’t it be cool to be the dead body on one episode?”  Apparently, I’m not alone.  I’ve read it’s a fairly common fantasy, and as fantasies go, really harmless (unless you’re a method actor.)  Now, I have a new “15 Minutes of Fame” fantasy: to be one of Barack Obama’s Sob Stories.

Natoma Canfield is just the latest prop.  She’s not completely phony, but she’s not in the straits that BO said she was.  She’s getting treatment for her cancer at an excellent facility (the Cleveland Clinic) and she is being assessed for assistance- as the spokewoman for the clinic says, she probably qualifies for Medicaid and assures us that the Cleveland Clinic will not put a lien on her home.  But and however, that isn’t the way Prop-aganda works.  Being a prop means never being calm and realistic if being “racked with worry” and otherwise distraught will get you sandwiched between the TOTUS Twins with The One.  I mean, that other lady got a house out of her deal, didn’t she?

So, instead of being a dead body for a few minutes with no face time, I want to be a Health Care Prop.  I think I have a shot.  Yesterday I got a stomach virus that threatens my… financial stability.  No, too vague.

…That imperils my livelihood!  Nah, my livelihood is too bourgeois (I’m a soon to be retired stay-at-home mother.  I sit around eating bon bons when I’m not enlisting my son in the Army.)

…That will destroy my marriage!  No- that won’t work- Liberals want more single women out there looking for the Government to provide security.

…That will make me the object of ridicule and I’ll suffer the soft bigotry of Barferism.  It’s a new victimism I just coined.  Haven’t you noticed how people who are throwing up are universally avoided and disdained?  Someone who vomits a lot can’t hold a job, either.  It’s true.

That’s the ticket!  At this point, I can puke on command, which should come in handy for the climactic point in the speech when everyone’s dabbing their eyes, I can just aim for the Messiah’s perfect pants crease and hurl.  Only, I don’t need a virus for that.  Just seeing the One at another rally in BF Ohio yammering about Health Care sends breakfast in full throttle reverse gear these days.

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For whatever reason, my personal brand of self-expression seems to tickle Kathryn.

What can I say?  After 6 minutes of actuarial foreplay, with a climax of “If you think that [the American people] want a government takeover of health care, I respectfully submit, you aren’t listening to them,” my conservative bodice is officially ripped.   What isn’t shown in the video is the sputtering, rambling, shambling, unfocused, and incoherent response from President Red Pill-Blue Pill.  I sat through it: it was long enough for me to finish my cigarette.

OK, it’s a girl thing.  Philo- keep your shirt on.

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