The radical right is consistent, most of the time, I have to say that for them. They latch on to something like “Right to Life” (no abortion under any circumstances) or “Right to Work” (the legal right of the employer to fire your ass at any time, with or without cause) and ride it to the end. Their disciplined relentlessness is impressive, even if it’s not always good for democracy, people, animals, plants, children, old people, babies, the environment, health, human dignity, human survival. The important thing is that they give their supporters a rallying cry to scream, a cry that never changes, if it works. That these phrases may not bear much scrutiny as ideas in the marketplace of ideas is not the point. Winning is the point, the only point.
As Republican icon Ronald Reagan said, either being pithy or already in the first throes of dementia: “the right to life ends at birth.” “Right to Life” means that the right of a fetus to be born is absolute, more absolute than a mother’s right not to die from complications of pregnancy, far greater than the right of a fourteen year old girl not to have to go through the trauma of giving birth to her rapist’s baby. Like every right extended, except to wealth that has perpetual life (corporate folks, persons just like you and me except they never die) it terminates at a reasonable time. In the case of an unwanted baby, the right to life ends as soon as the poor bastard is born, breathing air and crying. When the unwanted child is born society says “you’re on your own now, motherfucker, we protected you for nine months, your own mother wanted to kill you, but we saved you from that murderous bitch. Now get the fuck out and get a job, asshole. And try not to stink so much… can’t you change that sagging diaper already? No self-respect, you little shitass…” Nothing to see here.
The way America’s wealthiest and least scrupulous organized themselves to make sure Obama was not able to get bipartisan support for anything, especially his hated plan to give access to healthcare to more Americans; priceless. Jane Mayer reminds us that when Ted Kennedy’s death in 2009 left a vacancy in the Senate, a flood of dark money was unloosed immediately before the special election in Massachusetts. After that election unknown Republican Scott Brown would sit in the seat occupied by a Democrat (a Kennedy, in fact, Ted took over JFK’s seat in 1962) from time immemorial. Read all about it here.
The Koch influence machine (the Kochtopus, as admirers dubbed it) had secretly pulled off a stunning, history defying upset in a blue state that hadn’t had a Republican senator in generations. Wikipedia is pretty even-handed about the invisible tentacles of the Kochtopus:
As of January 8, 2010, Martha Coakley raised over US$5.2 million in total, and had $937,383 cash on hand. Scott Brown had $367,150 cash on hand. Brown spent $450,000 on television advertisements, while Coakley spent $1.4million. A week before the general election, Brown raised $1.3million from over 16,000 donors in a 24-hour fund-raising effort. Reports also indicated that Brown raised an average of $1 million per day the week prior to the election.
The effect of this historic upset was that the Senate, with Brown, was now 59-41 Democratic, meaning Obama’s majority in the Senate, although impressive, was no longer filibuster-proof. The loophole now existed for the entitled vulture class to defeat the hated president’s hated, albeit mostly conservative-think-tank-created, healthcare proposal. The compromise that became known as the Affordable Care Act, when it was passed, had many, many faults, none of them ever fixed. The ACA contained a few huge improvements over America’s past ruthless health insurance regime, the biggest being the abolition of the vicious “pre-existing condition” loophole that allowed health insurance companies to only insure people who were good bets not to need massively expensive healthcare. The business of America is business, how it is fair that some fuck with cancer expects to get all those expensive treatments and drugs paid by insurance? Pre-existing condition, totally unfair to make the insurer pay!
Some socialist types, and others, believe that included among the rights of citizenship in a wealthy society is the right to decent, affordable health care, administered through a publicly supervised health care system. Americans pay by far the highest prices for our health care, far more than the citizens of other wealthy, industrialized nations, yet our health outcomes are no better than most places, except, arguably, at the very top end of American medical care. Wealthy patients can always seek out and buy that top high-end healthcare, if they want to pay for it (and why not? they deserve it).
The rest of us believe we have a right to not die of the many preventable and treatable diseases that are always stalking us. A “right to life” if you will. 50,000 or more dead Americans every year who die because their only access to health care is an emergency room where the ER doc will say to a family member “oh shit, if only we’d seen him two years ago…” These unfortunate American dead and their loved ones unwittingly make a sacrifice for all of us, a small price to pay for the freedom of eternal, legally created “persons” to live in perfect liberty, enjoying maximum profits protected by a friendly government, with the populist cover of a manipulated mob of confused, angry, powerless people chanting “USA! USA!!!”.
I get my health care through the problematic Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act. I can tell you dozens of ways the law sucks, and have written about many of them here (click the category Obamacare to read ’em). Top of my list is the difficulty of actually finding care in this corrupt, lobbyist-written regime. After years of rabid Republican opposition to the law, and more than fifty attempts to repeal it in its entirety (check ’em out), some elected Democrats are organizing to fight back with the hated “public option” (something that already exists and works pretty well for millions of Americans 65 and older, as well as in most other wealthy nations). Seventy Congressional Democrats have apparently formed a caucus to discuss lowering the age of Medicare to cover even that fucking unwanted baby who selfishly insists on its right to care after the government has already zealously protected its ungrateful little ass for nine long months.
Here’s the petty detail that bugs me today, as I work on rehabbing my aching knees. It took me about a month to find and get an appointment with a sports medicine doctor for a referral to Physical Therapy (PT). A rep for my health-insurance company (think of how fucking asinine it is to give people health care via private, profit-driven insurance companies…) assured me that referrals are no longer required by their company for things like PT. Every place I contacted about PT disagreed. Obviously, they said, you have to have a doctor’s referral before we can give you PT. Made sense. I finally was able to see the sports medicine doctor who immediately referred me for PT. Then it was a few weeks of searching, not getting calls back from the “in-network” PT offices where I left messages, until I finally hobbled over to a place I could walk to that accepted my insurance and where I could have PT.
Note this: every week I searched, without finding service, every obstacle I had to crawl over to get to the next step in finding treatment, was money in the pocket of the insurance company. Multiply my search by a few thousand searches, by a million, and you begin to get the idea of how lucrative it is to make this basic of medical care, finding and seeing a doctor in your “network”, so difficult.
There was one last hoop to jump through on my ailing knees, now weeks and weeks, months, in fact, after they’d become acutely painful. I’d have do be “evaluated” for PT for my knees, by doing a half squat with my back against the wall of the PT room. I did the half squat and was told now all I had to do was go home and wait to see how many sessions my insurance company would approve. You see, the doctor is not the one who decides what’s medically necessary, nor is the physical therapist, it is someone at your insurance company who decides exactly what course of treatment, under the current law, you are entitled to. Fair is fair, they’re the ones paying, you dig.
They decided I was entitled to seven sessions of PT, twice a week. If you do the math, the approved PT would last just over three weeks. Not much time to fix a problem that had taken a year or more to get this bad, now I just had to wait until they got the go ahead from my insurance company. A week later I was able to start PT. It is slow going, physical therapy. No long-festering physical ailment can be cured in seven sessions. After session six I asked the receptionist at the PT place what I had to do to get more sessions. Another referral, she told me. I contacted the office of the sports doctor I’d seen for a second time a week or so earlier. After session seven of PT I was told that once the referral arrived I would have to be re-evaluated.
Stand against the wall in the room where you’ve completed your seven sessions of PT and squat as far down as your creaky knees will take you, then just go home, without further treatment of any kind, and wait. In about a week, if all goes well, they would get the OK from the insurance company, if your particular insurance policy authorized more physical therapy for you. Then, the following week you could continue your PT, with only, at most, a short one or two week gap. You see, it’s impossible to determine if you’ll need more than seven sessions until you’ve completed seven sessions, right? That’s just basic logic, right? No matter what your fucking know-it-all sports medicine doctor might have to say about it (the rehab could take several months of hard work, she told me sympathetically). No matter what.
God fucking bless America, boys and girls!