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September 1st, 2009 |
The new
sunglasses interface with the aliens is working out great! It is
so cool that I don’t have to wear the sombrero anymore. It was
distracting. Really. I would be driving down the road, texting a
friend about the Blue Light Special on Aisle 12, while checking
the GPS on the way to Wal-Mart and the sombrero would fall down
over my face while trying to use the little keys to type.
Unenlightened drivers were honking at me, in praise of the
interface I suppose, further distracting me. The lady driving
the new Escalade while talking on a cell phone and doing her
nails was the only one to give me a coral-tinted high five. I’m
glad I’m not the only one around here who knows how to multi
task.
One of
the things that has always bothered me about the aliens is that
while they are generous with the inside information they share
in the hyper-dimensional data downloads to my brain, they really
don’t offer to help us out in any physical sense. Not that I
don’t appreciate privileged and secret facts filling my cranium,
but I wonder why they don’t just give us global bailout. I asked
the aliens about this.
"We tried that
a few thousand years ago in the Middle East. We built a nice
facility in the desert – a beautiful natural stone edifice about
the size of a large airplane hanger and put the latest Model 14
Cornocopium inside it. It was a great device, popular across the
entire galaxy. You flip the switch, pour anything into the
hopper – garbage, sand, enemies – and out the other end come the
latest gadgets and appliances. Pour in poop and out comes an all
terrain vehicle or big screen TV. It didn’t take the wandering
desert tribes long to discover the device, but instead of using
it, they bowed down and started worshiping the owner’s manual.
They never caught the correlation between the Cornocopium and
the manual. Sadly, the device was soon disassembled and the
scrap used to make swords as plowshares were as unpopular then
as now. The owner’s manual is still being worshiped today. We
gave up trying to help directly after that. You want another
Cornocopium, you’ll have to build or buy one yourself."
JUST THE FACTS MA’AM
I guess,
for now, I will have to settle for just the data. After all,
data - real data of undiluted purity, is so hard to find here on
Earth. Data is so valuable that corporations and governments
mine it around the clock. Computers are slaving down in the
mines as you read this, ripping your data from the informational
bedrock in order to serve you/enslave you better. Just like
minerals, there are different grades and purity of data. Like a
cheap Chinese knockoff, we are fooled by faux facts into
thinking we are getting the real thing - quality information.
As an example,
take the latest rant from the Tea Baggers (hereinafter referred
to as, "Flea Baggers." Hey, you lay down with dogs...) about the
"Obama Government Death Panels." I have heard that the new
legislation is calling for euthanizing Grandma, social
defectives and Sarah Palin’s baby. Sounds pretty scary to me.
Better check it out. The mining starts by Googling up the bill
the Flea Baggers were screaming about, Section 1233 of H.R.
3200. Thank God for Google or we wouldn’t get any accurate data.
Google is just ad-supported free and accurate data mining for
the little guy, right?
The
results were astounding! The first page of the Google search
return did not contain a link to any private or government web
site containing the text of the actual bill. One would think the
bill in question would top the list. What a silly thought.
All the
first page links were to news sites, crackpot and pundit sites
representing both the proponents and opponents of the
legislation. Google, in its wisdom, knew that the American
people really don’t want to know what is actually in the bill,
rather they want to know what someone else thinks about it –
someone who thinks like they do. It appears that both sides of
the issue prefer their echo chambers to information.
I am
happy to report that when I sat down to write this piece a few
days later a link to the actual legislation was on the opening
page climbing the data charts to number 8 – sandwiched between a
You Tube rant and an article at politito.com. This could be good
news of a sort. The ranking metrics for Google are secret and
proprietary, but it might be possible that the move up the
Google charts could have been caused by citizens who were crazy
enough to want to read it for themselves instead of mining
second-hand, hand-me-down data from Fox News and Huffington
Post.
By the way,
Section 1233 doesn’t setup a "death panel" or have a
"euthanasia" provision. Glen Beck and Sarah Palin might know
that. If they had read it. If talking to your doctor about
living wills and directives to physicians is euthanasia, you
have been feeding at the trough. Read the bill.
The Flea
Baggers oppose socialist health care programs. OK, grow some
cajones and go the distance. Proclaim that not only do you
oppose health care reform, you want to abolish Veteran’s Medical
Care, Social Security and Medicare. Stand up for what you really
believe in. When it comes to citizen outrage, let’s see how that
platform flys next election cycle.
So who can you
trust? Who shall defend the cause of data purity? The
government? The media? Us? Well, it certainly won’t be us –
we’re busy working folks with other fish to fry. Taking the time
to get facts is not something in the Day Planners of our busy
and robust lives. Pop on the TV and we can work with the biased
Cliff Notes being thrown at us by both sides. It isn’t possible
that Bill O’Reilly and Keith Oberman are both wrong. Is it?
A ROSE BY ANY NAME
One of my
favorite songwriters, Claude "Butch" Morgan put it succinctly in
this excerpt from his song, "Dressing It Up " written back in
the 1980s, "In a dream I had, came the road that I chose, I can
make bullshit smell just like a rose." Although Butch has
modified the line to fit his now kinder, gentler and more
religious persona, it is still the unabashed mantra and guiding
principal of the public relations industry. Under the radar of
those without the aid of hyperdimensional sunglasses, is the
fact that we Americans love bad data as much as unhealthy food.
We are prideful of both our physical obesity and our equally
huge ignorance. We get outraged at a missspent government
billion here and a billion trillion there for whatever project,
but don’t see the quadzillions being spent across our entire
business and government spectrum, baking up bullshit for us to
consume. Sweet, fragrant, healthy, attractive and glorious
bullshit is being poured out of ad agencies, government agencies
and the media around the clock for our consumption and this is
an exploding market – we love our BS and cry for more.
Who needs truth
or facts when one can just hang with other folks who, just as
blissfully as ignorant as ourselves, at least agree with each
other? Give me the shiny object over substance any time. Obama
is Satan. Bill O’Reilly is the Anti-Christ. There are lots of
great choices on the American BS menu and, after all, we
Americans are all about choice. "Will I consume the red bullshit
or the blue today?" The aliens liken it to monkeys in a cage at
the zoo that throw feces at tourists, but we are the only
lifeforms in the galaxy that throw feces at each other. Of
course, while cherishing the cage.
I began a
once-a-decade house cleaning the other day and was doing a quick
data triage of old books. Which do I cherish and want to keep?
Which go to into the trash can or to a charity? I stumbled
across Orwell’s "1984" and decided to read it again after the
first pass through it four decades ago. The hero, Winston Smith
makes his living at the Ministry of Truth, revising history by
spending his days deleting, inserting and editing data so that
it concurs with the current policies and statements of Big
Brother. What was true last week may no longer be true tomorrow
in Winston’s world. In today’s world, Winston would be in the
ranks of the unemployed. Why revise a past that people no longer
remember or care about? In a country where people no longer
remember who our allies were in the sixties, seventies and
eighties (Noriega, Hussein, Bin Laden), it comes as no surprise
that these former allies and "freedom fighters" are now the
enemy. These evil men have always been our enemies - we never
supported their rise to power. When it comes to bullshit, what
could be more fragrant? Recent and even historical foreign
policy reveals the we.ve all taken a deep whiff more than once.
The Maine, The Gulf of Tonkin, Weapons of Mass Destruction all
figments of our imaginations. Forget you read the previous
sentence – it never happened.
BRAVE NEW WORLD
In the
"land of the free and home of the brave," we have become
anything but. Freedom is but another product dreamed up by some
PR ninjas to confuse consumer choices with real freedom. The
American consumer is more concerned about the color of the
collar around their necks than the fact that it is, in fact, a
collar. "Come Citizen. Sit. Lay down. Bark. That’s a good
Citizen." Home of the brave? Give me a break. We fear everything
and everybody. We fear immigrants, socialists, blacks, gays,
foreigners, terrorists, agnostics, and even sex – the list of
things lurking under the bed ready to rip your heart out and eat
it is almost endless.
More
people died in America slipping in the bathtub in 2001 than
terrorist acts. I hope the shower stall industry takes note of
this "terrifying" statistic. A person might be better served
putting no-skid strips in the bathtub than a bomb shelter in the
basement if you are looking at the statistical likelihood of
what really constitutes a threat. When was the last time you
feared bathing? Enjoy it while you can. I hear there is an Obama
socialist plan to ration even water. Now there’s an idea that
will never gain any traction around here.
So until we
quit being frightened out of our wits by nonexistant or
overblown threats, we are consigned to the Chicken Little
chapter in human history. The aliens laughed into my sunglasses
when I wrote the last sentence commenting, "You Earthlings
haven’t even noticed that the sky has already fallen on
you."
Hang on a
second. There is a audio transmission coming into the
sunglasses!
"Listen Earthling. Come.
Sit. Bark. Write. Shut Up. That’s a good little Earthling."
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August 1st, 2009 |
SOMBRERO
TRANSMISSIONS
transcribed by Greg Forest
Sorry about the lack of sombrero transmissions recently. The
alien uberdudes left Earth a few weeks ago for a quick jaunt
around the corner to Proxima Centauri – the location of the
nearest interstellar convenience store. They are back in
orbit now and the sombrero is receiving their transmissions
at increased bandwidth due to the fiber optic data jack I
have installed in my left ear (see above illustration). I am
now getting broadband direct to my cerebral cortex with a
3-D heads-up display in addition to the alien 7.1 surround
sound audio feed. I won’t be needing the sombrero next month
– the feed unit is being downsized to a pair of sunglasses.
The first transmission that came in from orbit caught me a
bit off guard but I am compelled to act on it. Call it Alien
CYA. Ladies and gentlemen, by alien decree, a first in
publishing history – the End Reader Agreement. Please pay
close attention.
End Reader Agreement
(hereinafter referred to as “The Agreement”).
I n
regards to the following article, (hereinafter referred to
as “The Article”), by reading beyond this End Reader
Agreement, the Reader (defined as one reading, hearing or
otherwise viewing the contents of The Article), enters into
The Agreement with Author (defined as the creator of this
article) under the following irrevocable terms and
conditions:
By reading The Article beyond this paragraph, Reader
indemnifies and absolves Author, and any magazine, web site
and/or all other methods of textual dissemination, including
but not limited to telepathic, psychic and cuneiformic
methods, of the effects of reading the content of The
Article or any excerpts thereof, from any damages, real or
imagined, including but not limited to psychotic breakdown,
hearing, motor and vision impairment, bipolar, manic or
other forms of depression or any and all mental or physical
disorders the Reader may incur by reading beyond this
paragraph. Furthermore, Reader hereby confirms and attests
that Reader is in full and complete agreement with Author on
all subject matter contained in The Article. Finally, should
Reader be found in violation of The Agreement, Author
reserves the right to pursue any and all remedies to bring
the Reader into compliance. Any disputes arising from The
Agreement will be resolved by arbitration at the venue and
time of the Author’s choosing, utilizing an arbitrator of
the Author’s choice. If, for any reason, such arbitrator is
unavailable, the Author shall serve in arbitrator’s stead.
Reader, without further recourse and fully cognisant of the
peril, agrees to all the terms of The Agreement by reading
further.
Phew! I’m glad we got that out of the way! Looks like the
fine print on a credit card application but them alien
fellers know what they’re doing. Trust me. Now let’s talk
about the current circus called the “health care reform
debate” now dancing about on the media stage recently.
The aliens are busting a gut that we don’t have the sense to
come in out of the reign to act in our own self interest
regarding our very lives. We remarkably perverse humans have
entrusted our very health and give our money to people whose
avowed mission/corporate charter is to profit from serving
up as little care as possible for the highest premiums.
There are two sides to every story and this is no exception.
One side wants access to health care for all Americans,
regardless of medical status or ability to pay. The other
side wants to profit from providing as little health care
for cheaply as possible for private profit. No matter how
shiny the insurance companies polish their turd, the bottom
line is that they are not in business to provide health
care. They are in business to make money – your money. The
more health care they deny to paying customers, the larger
the profit. And, until they got into derivative investments
and other non-medical arenas, they profited handsomely from
their policy holder’s misery.
One of the arguments from our “health care providers” is
that a single payer public option will reduce the health
care consumer’s “choices.” I would think that the primary
choice would be whether to get medical treatment or not. For
many Americans, this is not on their menu. Health care is
beyond the budget of most Americans and is getting more
expensive every year. With mounting unemployment due to
recession, and many companies reducing benefits to stay
afloat, this problem will only become worse in the future.
Many of today’s insured are a pink slip away from joining
the medically disadvantaged. And if you have the money, you
can still do whatever you want. Rich folks in single payer
countries don’t sit around in waiting rooms with the sickly
common riff raff.
Belly Aches/Laughs
Let’s face it, America has some of the best medical
technology in the world. No doubt about it. Go into a local
hospital, tell them you have an ingrown toenail and great
insurance and, voila, you are hooked up to an MRI with a
team of medical professionals swarming all over before you
know it. They roll in the new $15 million dollar machine
that goes “ping!” but the results are inconclusive, so a
toenailology specialist (TMD) has to be called in – with the
resulting additional tests and lab work. A snip with a nail
clipper (sterilized for only $260), a couple of $15 aspirin
and they send you home sans toenail and bill your insurer
for $20,000. After both sides use their hired hands to
negotiate the bill, they will probably settle for only
$16,000. What a deal!
My favorite argument from the insurance industry, and one
that brought a belly laugh to my tentacled buddies in orbit,
is that it would be unfair for insurance companies to have
to compete with a public option run by the government. This
is a pretty damning revelation. The opponents of the single
payer system are admitting that they can’t survive
economically or compete on an even playing field if they had
to compete in the marketplace with an entity as efficient as
the government. Of course, we all know the government is a
paragon of cost efficiency and for the insurance companies
to admit they can’t compete at that level sums up the
package for me.
“Better care at lower cost to the consumer? That’s
socialism!”, cry the Foxbots.
Another side-splitting chestnut is, “do you want the
government between you and your doctor?” I’m not sure what
you call an insurance adjuster but I think he is somewhere
between you and your doctor (or at least between your doctor
and his/her getting paid) and the adjuster’s sole mission is
to keep medical expenses down. Your doctor, like most, has
to keep someone working full-time in his office trying to
get paid from insurance companies who are reluctant to pony
up what they have promised. If someone has to be between my
doctor and myself, I would prefer it be someone who didn’t
have a vested financial interest in denying me treatment.
When you look at the current state of the government’s
monetary and economic solvency, it is certainly an iffy
situation at best but when compared to insurance giants like
AIG, for example, the government looks like a Swiss vault
full of gold.
I heard this corker on AM radio last week, “The insurance
companies have a responsibility to their shareholders to
produce a profit on their investment in the company. It is
important that these shareholders aren’t hurt by competition
with a single payer system.” I’m sorry, but investors who
can’t smell which way the wind is blowing on this issue
deserve to lose their shirts. If someone wants to invest
their money in an archaic service, system or product, more
power to them. If they aren’t getting the return they were a
century ago on their whale oil lamp stocks, maybe they
should look out their window and view a changing world.
At least one business unit of the insurance industry looks
solvent and is doing record-breaking business. That would be
the portion that hands out money to politicians, PACs and
scary ad campaigns. They are digging deep this time. It is
estimated big pharma, the insurance industry and the AMA
have thrown down a half billion dollars in the last 90 days
- dancing through the aisles of our corrupt and
money-grubbing Congress, handing out bucks and talking
points to any legislator whose campaign war chest is a
little light this cycle. Democrat or Republican, your
elected officials are being bribed by these bastions of fair
play and medical philanthropy. Bribed. There is no other
word for it.
Bang for the Buck
One glance at the chart above clearly illustrates that if we
were getting our money’s worth, we would be twice as healthy
as any other nation on Earth. We should be enjoying longer
and more robust lives but it appears that a snooty old
Frenchy is going to live longer and healthier than we are.
This from the country whose citizens drink wine all day and
invented the “pomme frit.”
A report just issued (July 15) by the Department of Health
and Human Services states that we are spending $8,000 per
person each year or over 16% of our GDP for health care. The
projection for as soon as 2018 is over $13,000 annually or
20% of the entire U.S. Economy. So what do we
citizen/peasants get for paying the highest per capita
amount in the world for our health care? You know the one
I’m talking about. The one the insurance and HMO industry
claims as the world’s best? We get to come in at #37 in the
global scheme of things according to the World Health
Organization.
These figures are formulated using metrics that the
insurance industry seems to have no interest in - infant
mortality, life expectancy and the overall health index of a
country’s population. We are only “best” at being gouged for
inadequate care. There is no shame in the U.S. lagging
behind such medical technology powerhouses such as Dominica,
Chile and Iceland. What is the secret weapon kicking our
butt in terms of attaining a healthy populace? What are
these other countries doing that we are not? They all have a
single payer system. If good health is really the goal here,
the solution is already in place and there is not an
insurance company in sight. If your body is a temple, the
insurance industry are the money-changers. What would Jesus
do? Would He speak to an adjuster or negotiate payment
before and after healing?
I have a theory that illnesses are invented just to sell
pharmaceuticals. Have you ever seen a TV ad for a drug and
couldn’t quite figure out what ailment its supposed to cure?
Drugs are sold as fashion statements, just like clothing or
cell phones, and today’s pharmaceutical advertising
campaigns look like hard-core hypochondriac porn to me.
Mediocratol - Is it right for you? Thousands of people (sexy
vibrant people), are discovering that Mediocratol brings
results in just a few days to alleviate all symptoms and
give you back your vibrant, productive life. You won’t be
the only one to see results - your family and loved ones
will thank you for caring enough to start a Mediocratol
regime. Mediocratol is now available in a variety of
dosages, flavors and colors, consult your doctor and ask for
a free sample to see if Mediocratol is right for you.
Wescruyu Pharmaceuticals - our wealth is not your health.*
This stuff sounds great! I don’t care what it cures. I got
to have me some of that! And look, it comes in convenient
disposable packaging that is biodegradable and comes with
your choice of colors and packaging, giving me yet more
choices over my health care products. What am I going to
wear today? The blue pill or the red pill. Its all about
choices, Neo.
Common-nonsensical
An underlying principle of this or any contemporary debate
is that the playing field between the opposing schools of
thought is not even. The health care and insurance
industries realize that their patina of “caring” is wearing
a bit thin. Combine that with a food industry that is also
about corporate bottom lines rather than nutrition, and you
have a nation full of people happily consuming sugared lard,
or its equivalent, as their dietary mainstay. And we wonder
how we got so far down the global list regarding health
care. We are the world’s leader in providing a vehicle for
profit rather than a vehicle for care. Who profits from
health insurance? The insurers. Duh.
* Mediocratol has been known to
cause shortness of breath, vision impairment, bad breath,
impotence, incontinence, hemorrhoids, flatulence and death.
Consult with your doctor before using and never scrimp on
the recommended dosage ($4,500 a month).
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