Thursday, December 30, 2010

Tomato, Tomahto

From this story about baby boomer fears that Medicare won't be there for them:
Initially, 63 percent of boomers in the poll dismissed the idea of raising the eligibility age to keep Medicare afloat financially. But when the survey forced them to choose between raising the age or cutting benefits, 59 percent said raise the age and keep the benefits.
Am I missing something? Suppose that I live to be 75 and that starting at 65 my Medicare benefit averages $500 per year for a total payout of $5000. If the eligibility age is raised to 70, the payout drops to $2500. How is that not cutting benefits?

The choice offered here is not between cutting benefits or raising eligibility age, it's between cutting benefits and cutting benefits. Medicare is in increasingly desperate need of reform, but raising the age of eligibility in a time of high unemployment and to an age higher than many people can work under any circumstances leaves people desperately hoping that they don't get sick between the ages of 65-69.

Here's a thought: Everybody buys health insurance under the auspices of a single program, with premiums determined by income and community rating, and basic coverage sold on a nonprofit basis. Remove a drag on wages and salaries by eliminating the employer tax exemption (not to mention the subsidy paid by the self-insured and uninsured), and get the government out of the insurance business while retaining its regulatory role.



What the heck:


Great Expectations (1946)

Here's the memorable opening sequence from David Lean's postwar classic:



Scottish character actor Finlay Currie had over 140 credits between 1931 and 1969, none better than his work in this scene. He performed right up until his death in 1968 at age 90.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Great Endings: Great Expectations

I took her hand in mind, and we went out of the ruined place; and as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of parting from her.
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (1861) 

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Sunday Funnies and Arts

As always, click to enlarge...















Thanks to PWALLY for the steering wheel!...

HealthMatters and the Beveridge single-payer model...


PHOTO GALLERY
A single leaf...


Peace on earth...


Old time holiday train...


Hilliard Bridge winter...


Peace...


FROM THE JUKEBOX
Did he ever return? Here's the true story of man named Charlie...

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down...

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Good Will To Men


Father Urban, and perhaps Wilf and Brother Harold, too, sensed the rare peace now reigning among them, but Jack rejoiced in it visibly. Still, a moment later, it was Jack who broke the spell. "You know, Urban, I don't feel right about those animals," he said -- not, Father Urban knew, to be critical but just to be saying something. For a moment, they had all been lifted up, and this was Jack's way of letting them lightly back down to earth, where they had to live. "I've always understood that what heat there was at Bethlehem came from the animals. By rights, they should be closer to the Holy Family. Of course, I realize that's not possible in this case."
Father Urban looked over at the tree, at the hamper of food and liquor there. "Let's open one of Billy's bottles," he said.
"A Couple Of Nights Before Christmas," Morte D'Urban, J. F. Powers (1963)









And Judy, of course...

Friday, December 24, 2010

Boob Bob Redux

During the BP Oil Catastrophe last summer, Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindal insisted that the construction of artificial sand berms was a sure-fire means of containing the spill. Government and independent scientists objected: No underlying science supported the project, it would expend money and resources better used elsewhere, the berms couldn't possibly be built in time to do any good, and they might well be counterproductive. Just federal bureaucrats getting in the way of state leadership, Jindal bawled, and amidst the general caterwauling to Do Something Anything, the government reversed its position and allowed Jindal's vanity project to proceed.

Well, as Rachel Maddow reports, it turns out the Obama administrations concerns were justified. The berms, reported a bipartisan commission, were of no use but did cost a lot of money (and, incidentally, were a gold mine for Louisiana dredging interests; this was really little more than Jindal acting as a bagman for special interests). Watch:


Thursday, December 23, 2010

Great Endings: For Whom The Bell Tolls


He was waiting until the officer reached the sunlit place where the first trees of the pine forest joined the green slope of the meadow. He could feel his heart beating against the pine needle floor of the forest.
Ernest Hemingway, For Whom The Bell Tolls (1940)