Wednesday, January 26, 2011

HMO Drops Cancer-Stricken Vietnam Vet Over 2¢.


I wish I was making this up. But I saw a link to this on the Kindle political boards just now and I have to share this with you all.

A Florida-based health "provider" had decided to drop a cancer-stricken Vietnam Vet because he accidentally underpaid his November premiums by two pennies. Paying the bill online, he'd mistakenly hit the "7" instead of the "9" and when he went in for a bone biopsy, his wife was informed their coverage had been dropped. Prior to being dropped, the Flanagans were paying Ceridian $328.71 a month in basic premiums, not including co-pays, deductibles and what other out of pocket expenses they incurred.

They'd received no notice from Ceridian that they were in default for this unforgivable amount, despite the HMO's story to the contrary, and Ceridian had even cashed their subsequent December payment with admirable dispatch. In other words, they knew that Ronald Flanagan, who's suffering from cancer due to exposure from Agent Orange, was about to hit them with lots of medical bills because he needs stem cell transplants to get a handle on his cancer. In other words, he was a potential liability.

If this latest outrage proves anything, it's that HMO's, even Cobra programs like Ceridian Cobra, are such rapacious, money-grasping, bottom line-driven cocksuckers that will actually risk bad PR by dropping a cancer patient and putting his very life at serious risk over two fucking cents.

So when's that fabulous Obama health care reform bill going to start preventing things like this from happening and even if and when it's fully implemented in the distant future of 2014, how will it stop avaricious HMO's that are bound and determined to drop people on the very flimiest of technicalities from getting around the provisions of the HCR such as dropping those with pre-existing conditions?

And, it only stands to reason, with Darwinian capitalism mania sweeping the nation, the Flanagans' story is just a mere synechdoche of what evil state insurers are capable on a state-wide scale, such as this story out of Minnesota in which the state's budget will be balanced by Minnesota's seven biggest HMO's, Allina, Blue Cross, Fairview, HealthPartners, Medica, Park Nicollet and U Care, will slash services for the disabled, poor and elderly and hike taxes in the name of fiscal responsibility.

So give Ceridian your own 2¢ by writing or calling them here and tell them what you think of them dropping the Flanagans over the tiniest innocent mistake.

American History 101 with Congresswoman Bachmann








Lesson One:

Regardless of color, religion, class or creed, everyone was treated fairly once they got to America.

There were no slaves, no bigotry against Catholics or Jews, no bigotry against Japanese during WWII, against Germans in WWI, against the Chinese in the 19th century, no bigotry aimed against Mormons and forcing their exodus to Utah, against Muslims after 9/11 and certainly NO animus aimed at Native Americans even though they were audaciously encroaching on our land and our dream of White Man Infest Destiny.

Al-righty, then!

One is at a loss to wonder why Minnesota's 6th congressional district elected and keeps electing this intellectual hairball, someone who by conspicuous relief makes Sarah Palin look like a foreign relations wonk and Christine O'Donnell a Constitutional law professor.

In a world that makes total sense, Michele Bachmann should have been the Alvin Greene of Minnesota and laughed into obscurity with a hearty, national "Nyuk nyuk nyuk." Yet the media, Anderson Cooper aside, keep giving this Bible-banging lunatic enough house room that she can steal Congressman Paul Ryan's thunder to deliver her own Republican rebuttal to Obama's State of the Union Address.

And it would be easy to laugh Bachmann off the national stage on every occasion she's opened her pie hole except Bachmann doesn't stand out because she's fast becoming the standard bearer for the Idiocracy that is the latter day Republican Party.

Rand Paul said on Election night last November, "There is no rich, there is no middle class, there is no poor." One could've almost heard a watery Oriental nocturne by DeBussy and we could've called it "Delusions of the Socialist Aqua Buddha."

And Republicans make the late Howard Zinn and other historians aerate their graves at the rate of 30,000 RPMs every time they try to rewrite history in their desperate, pathetic Winston Smith attempts to quell any notion of class warfare.

Let's take stock: The Civil Rights Act of 1964 wasn't enacted until 101 years after the Emancipation Proclamation.

We have had exactly one Catholic President.

We have had exactly one full-blooded Native American in the Senate.

We have no African Americans in the Senate and still have not seated one from the South since Reconstruction.

Wingnuts foamed at the mouth and given serious consideration when Bachmann's fellow Minnesota congressman Keith Ellison, Congress's only Muslim, took the oath of office on a Koran.

Wingnuts are still foaming at the mouth over "the Ground Zero Mosque" that's actually a community center two blocks from Ground Zero, something already screamed about by none other than Bachmann.

Unemployed Americans are now being classified as hobos by other wingnuts who keep insisting that the unemployment insurance we need to barely stay alive is a form of welfare and not something into which we've been kicking 6.2% of our paychecks for decades.

There is something seriously, dangerously wrong with a country that not only tolerates and gives house room to such whiteboardings of history but actually elects and re-elects in many states other idiots like Bachmann. Our apathy, complacency, whatever you wish to call it, is what's dumbing down this country.


And, at the rate we're going, Bachmann's, Paul's and every Republicans' idiocy will become communicable (it's already airborne) and this may be the State of the Union Address we'll see a year from now.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

"Icanlickanypoliticalbloggerinthisroom!" (Hic)


OK, I know what I said at Jill's place (Brilliant at Breakfast) and that I was going to boycott the President's State of the Union Address so I could watch the instant streaming premiere of The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest on Netflix.

But, being the political junkie that I am, the first thing I thought of this morning wasn't the final leg of Stieg Larsson's Millennium trilogy, nor my upcoming job interview nor my new book on Kindle nor anything else. No, the first thing that crossed my still sleep-fogged mind was, "He's our president, for better for worse, and I have an obligation to at least listen to the SOTU Address even if only in the interests of heckling him in real time."

Plus, the kindness of certain people these last two and a half days in light of our recent and very serious financial troubles makes it more incumbent on me to continue producing political content for my fellow political junkies despite having a fairly good idea of what Mr. Obama is going to say.

Since we're not big drinkers, we won't be playing the usual drinking game and hoisting one every time the President uses the words "bipartisanship", "centrist" "reaching across the aisle" and lumping in liberals and progressives with the napalm-laced rhetoric that surely resulted in the near death of a Democratic Congresswoman. Were I to play such a drinking game, I don't think my liver could take the overwhelming alcoholic insult.

So, despite having no TV or cable, here on Daily Dread I'm going to be live-blogging the SOTU Address while listening to the speech on a live C-SPAN feed.

And I can guarantee you there will be a lot of hung-over people on Hump Day tomorrow.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Let Us Put Aside Childish Things


...and nail the toy box shut, to paraphrase Corinthians 13:11.

What you see is the cover art dreamed up today by Mrs. JP and I for my new novel, The Toy Cop, which is being uploaded on Kindle right now. It ought to be up for sale by tomorrow afternoon and you can be sure I'll give you the URL as soon as it becomes available on my Kindle dashboard.

To give you a basic overview of the book, here's the synopsis that worked its hypnotic magic on dozens of literary agents desperately in need of some brrraaaaaiiiinnnnnssssss:

In the middle of the Utah badlands four years ago, 10 canisters of VX nerve agent disappeared from an Army truck miles from the Dugway Proving Grounds. In the truck were found two dead soldiers, setting a bleak stage for the most disastrous hostage scenario in FBI history. Special Agent Michael Brodie, head of the elite FBI crisis negotiating corps, had lost his chance at the Bonneville Salt Flats to capture IRA terrorist Seamus Hannigan, the man responsible for the VX theft and his daughter’s death as well as the destruction of his credibility and career when Hannigan blew up himself and three other people.

Four years later up the eastern seaboard during a freak October nor’easter, former Navy Seal Jack Gallagher and three other men have taken hostage a United States Senator and 12 other people and have holed them up at the Eastbridge, MA armory. The 13 make up the entire team assembled to witness the televised federal execution of Edd Corn, the most notorious child killer in US history. Corn nearly killed Jack Gallagher’s daughter Deirdre three years ago. Now determined to mete out justice personally, Gallagher seems determined to end his life to that end while his ex wife, rookie patrol officer and ad hoc negotiator Penny Gallagher, helplessly watches outside.

Now a crisis negotiation instructor at Quantico, Brodie sees that Penny is out of her depth, and tortured by the memory of his slain FBI daughter Leighann, he pulls every string and calls in every favor to get involved in the negotiations while somehow avoiding the emotional mine fields put up by his skeptical superiors and Jack Gallagher. Among his detractors: Special Agent Ray Cardoza, his one-time future son in law and the first FBI agent at the armory. And Ray is one of many who hold Brodie accountable for Leighann’s death.

The nor’easter has paralyzed traffic up and down the entire eastern seaboard, making it impossible for the FBI’s elite Critical Incident Response Group, or CIRG, to respond. It’s just Penny, the distant Brodie and a smattering of local and state law enforcement already divided between the televised high profile execution and the barricade situation.

Then, during the negotiations, Brodie hears a voice from the grave: Seamus Hannigan. Could the hostage scenario be a mere coverup and is Jack Gallagher somehow involved with the IRA plot four years ago to appropriate and use 10 canisters of VX on countless innocents? Or has Jack unwittingly invited one of the world’s most lethal terrorists in his midst in the blind pursuit of his own agenda?

Adding to the complicated matrix, the Gallaghers’ nine year-old daughter Deirdre, the only victim of Edd Corn who survived, sees her parents on television and runs away from home and tries to reach the armory during the blinding blizzard at roughly the same time a freak helicopter crash gives Edd Corn his release. And when he finally captures Deidre and shoots Penny before joining the standoff, the already unstable situation at the armory turns into a double hostage scenario, setting up an explosive and brutal climax.

With a wide cast of characters, most of whom pursuing personal agendas, The Toy Cop involves national tragedies from Waco, Ruby Ridge as well as the 1998 Omagh bombing in Ireland. And these previously unrelated tragedies set off a chain of chaotic events, gradually but inexorably coalescing into what could become the greatest tragedy in American history. The lives of 13 people are at stake, including that of a United States senator during a reelection bid. And unless the Gallaghers and Brodie and Cardoza can put aside ancient antagonisms and broker a peaceful outcome, many more lives will be lost in what could become the worst holocaust since September 11th.

So be there or be square.

TONY BLAIR'S LEGACY OF DECEPTION


Crossposted by Susan Lindauer, former U.S. Asset covering the U.N. Mission of Iraq

He's got the smirking grin of a politician who knows that he got away with his crimes. He escaped responsibility for his political murders and the full brunt of moral outrage for the wasteful public sacrifice on his behalf.

I can see it in his eyes. They don't know half the truth. They don't know they're asking the wrong questions. I'm scott free.

Former Prime Minister Tony Blair got a second grilling in London last week over his decision to force Britain into the Iraq War, though U.N. weapons inspectors had uncovered no caches of illegal weapons to justify the invasion. Iraq was already broken by United Nations sanctions and had no capacity for self defense at all.

In the aftermath of sectarian strife and daily bombings, Blair's delusion of nation-building has collapsed. Not so his preening moral rectitude to justify the War.

That smirk tells it all. Blair knows his legacy of public deception has prevailed.

Until now.

What the British people don't realize is that up to this point, while Blair's government fabricated nonsense stories of Pre-War Intelligence and phony moral arguments, intelligence Assets involved in Pre-War Iraq have been locked up in prison or otherwise silenced by phony indictments that functioned as a gag on political discourse. So much for the moral courage of Washington's favorite puppy dog.

I myself covered the Iraqi Embassy at the United Nations in New York from August, 1996 until March, 2003. A few weeks after requesting to testify before Congress about a comprehensive peace framework that would have fulfilled all U.S. and British objectives without killing a single Iraqi child, I got indicted as an "Iraqi Agent" in "conspiracy with the Iraqi Intelligence Service."

I got hit with all the bells and whistles of the Patriot Act-- secret charges, secret evidence and secret grand jury testimony. My demands for a trial were blocked to protect the government. Instead, I "disappeared" into prison on Carswell Air Force Base in Texas for 11 months, where I faced threats of indefinite detention up to 10 years without a trial. Actually that proved to be the least of my worries. In prison, I had to fight off a Justice Department demand to forcibly drug me with Haldol—a rhinoceros tranquilizer that imitates the effects of Parkinson's Disease—so that I could be "cured" of knowing the unhappy truth about the Iraqi Peace Option and Iraq's substantial contributions to the 9/11 investigation.

Making matters worse, my team had delivered advance warnings about the 9/11 attack to U.S. Attorney General John Ashcroft's private staff and the Office of Counter Terrorism in August, 2001. I was definitely persona non grata at the White House and 10 Downing Street.

My indictment continued five years. It ended five days before the inauguration of President Obama. Those five years gave pro-war leaders in Washington and London ample time and free rein to invent a totally fictitious story about Iraq and anti-terrorism that beefed up their personas in the corporate media.

I watched it all on prison television at Carswell Air Force Base. And I watched it again when Blair testified last week. In the absence of public knowledge, Blair has manipulated silence and secrecy to his own advantage. He has abused security classifications to obfuscate his weakness and policy mistakes. And Blair's government has continued to promote policies that have caused grave harm to global security, and perhaps most ironically, the War on Terrorism.

Unhappily for Blair's legacy of deception, today Assets are free from prison and false indictment. Now it is our day to defend the public's right to disclosure and accountability.

And so I challenge the British Government to summon Blair back to face the Inquiry. Only this time the British people should ask Blair about the comprehensive peace framework negotiated by the CIA in the two years before the War.

Oh never fear. MI-6 tracked our back channel talks exhaustively, even appearing at restaurants in New York at lunches with senior diplomats on the Security Council. British Intelligence had full knowledge of the Peace Option. Blair's top intelligence staff understood that every single objective demanded by Washington and London could be achieved through peaceful means.

That included major oil contracts for the United States, and a package of highly innovative democratic reforms proposed by Baghdad to guarantee the successful repatriation of Iraqi Exiles and international election monitoring. Iraq also offered major reconstruction contracts for U.S (and British) corporations in any post-sanctions period. Iraq promised massive engineering contracts, translating to thousands of jobs and billions in revenues for any U.S. (or British) corporation that helped rebuild Iraqi infrastructure after sanctions.

Everything the U.S and Britain wanted was free for the taking. No blood had to be spilt. And this was no last ditch appeal for peace. It was a rock solid framework, with careful attention to all potential flash points for future conflict identified by the CIA. The truth is not remotely similar to what the international community has been told.

Once the British people understand the right line of questions, let us start again— with the truth this time. For the sake of historical integrity, Tony Blair should face the people to answer questions that would have been asked if Assets like myself had not been locked in prison to protect pro-War leaders in Washington and London. If Tony Blair deceives the British people in this next round of questioning, let him face criminal prosecution for perjury and obstruction of justice, like any other British citizen who lies under oath.

For that matter, I am prepared to stand before Parliament myself—as one of the very few Assets covering Iraq before the War. I am ready to look the people in the eye, and raise my hand to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Assets are primary sources of intelligence, in direct contact with people and events after all. As it stands, for all the tens of thousands of pounds financing this inquiry, the British people don't know anything. Why not ask those of us who do?

That would wipe the smirk off Tony Blair's face. Because now Assets are free from prison and phony indictments. And Tony Blair's legacy of deception is finished.

-Susan Lindauer covered the Iraqi Embassy at the United Nations for seven years before the invasion. She is the author of "Extreme Prejudice: The Terrifying Story of the Patriot Act and the Cover Ups of 9/11 and Iraq."

Sunday, January 23, 2011

No Alternative But an Alternator








At first, I thought it was just the battery. A week ago, when this cold snap on the northeast began, all six cells were low, with ice crystals in half of them. It shouldn't have happened since I'd just gotten the battery at Wal-Mart (I know, I know, but I've been on a low budget for two years now) last summer.

So I filled up the cells with warm water, got a jump start from a neighbor and I was golden... for about three or four days.

Until today, I needed a jump start from one person or another and very quickly my neighbors started getting tired of my asking them for jumps or to move their cars so the guy jumping me could park alongside me. At 11:30 last night, a 5 degree night, I had a friend come by after work to jump me. That worked last night and by this morning the battery was again deader than Ronald Reagan's political career.

I brought him back today, he got it started again and he told me about a local mechanic who is actually open on Sundays. I took the car to him, he hooked it up to a diagnostic machine and it proved that the alternator, not the battery, was at fault. I told him to change it out, knowing it would be over well over $200. Right now, the car's running better than ever and the battery's holding a charge.

It was over $275. Now I won't come close to making the rent on the 1st or most of my bills. So why did I have this done?

Well, just on general principle, everyone ought to have a car. We scrimped, saved and battled to buy ours, to get it on the road and keep it on the road. But there was another, more specific and urgent motivation for authorizing this work to be done.

Since the week before last, I've had three phone screenings with a company that for now shall remain nameless but they're in northwestern MA. They're looking for a quality assurance guy and they responded to my resume. Then they called back the next day and, after that screening, they said they might or might not be in touch within 20 days to set up an interview.

About four or five days later, the HR Director called me up and scheduled an interview to talk to their most senior Quality Assurance people on Tuesday afternoon. You see where I'm going with this, right?

My interview's in a day and a half and this company seems to treat its employees as well as they treat their customers. Optional pension and non-matching 401(k) plan, 11 paid holidays, two weeks paid vacation, 5% bonus based on your annual income, free health and dental insurance (making me responsible for just the co-pays) and a starting wage that's far more than anything I've ever made.

It's a ways out and it would be 3rd shift (they call it "7th shift") but it's an opportunity I simply cannot afford to turn down and I need to get to this place the day after tomorrow (in fact, until the battery started fucking up, I've been meaning to make a dry run to this place so I'd know the way better on the actual day of my interview).

But paying this garage nearly $300 when my bills are due in a week put us so far behind I'm too scared shitless to even look at my bank balance online.

It was a crappy decision I was forced to make and the alternative would've been unthinkable. I simply would not have been able to turn the car over again once I'd turned it off.

I don't want to jinx myself but I think I have a better than decent chance of getting this job. They seem high enough on me thus far to call me 15-16 days earlier than expected to line up an interview with their top QC people and at least one of their executives. If I get the job, we'll be golden and I'll never have to make another public appeal for money ever again.

Yeah, I know, I've told the same story before. "I got a great job lined up and I need help just this one more time." But none of those companies (some of them were temp agencies) have showed the level of enthusiasm this one has. These guys, a 100+ year-old company, are Old School and seem to take care of their people the way companies used to before the shit hit the fan.

I didn't ask for this to happen to us and I was forced to make an unpalatable decision, the lesser of two evils. It wasn't as if I blew what little money we had on coke and hookers. I need to get to this interview. Even Job finally got a break and I think this is mine.

I need about $300 to barely stay solvent and now that I've provided myself with the means to drive to northwestern MA to get to this job interview, we need a bit of a cushion until I get hired to pay for the alternator work. Anything you can kick in will be deeply, greatly and incredibly appreciated and, whether I get this job or not, this will be the absolutely last public appeal I'll ever make. I know a lot of you are also hurting and those aren't the people to whom I'm appealing. But I am appealing to those of you who are a little luckier than most.

It's a miracle, perhaps a miracle of friendship and spirit of giving and an unshakable belief in the efficacy of random acts of kindness that's the reason we still do not owe anyone. But we have an $84 gas heating bill that's due in days, $650 in rent that's due in a week plus other bills and little food in the house. That's a lot of expenses for a household that's bringing in just $272 a week. Plus, there are no shelters in the area to which we can go even if we do get evicted and no place to store our belongings.

What donations you can voluntarily continue to make will of course be, as always, personally appreciated. Yet, come what may, this will be the last public appeal I'll ever make for help. I really am working my ass off toward self-sufficiency even to the point of interviewing for a job 40 minutes away and for third shift. So whatever you can do will make a difference, trust us. Thank you in advance.

In fact, I'll do this: As a token of my appreciation, if you can help us out to any degree, I'll offer to send you a file attachment containing either the full manuscript versions of either my comedy/drama American Zen or my new hostage negotiation thriller, The Toy Cop.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Beck and Call to Arms








As far as I can tell, this hasn't been getting a lot of play in the blogosphere but Glenn Beck's new target, political theorist Francis Fox Piven, has been getting death threats. In fact, the threats on Ms. Pivens' life are getting so numerous and virulent that the Center for Constitutional Rights has been forced to write a letter to Roger Ailes to do something about it (I'm sure he'll get right on it, too).

I don't know what it will require to get Beck off the air as easily as we got Hal Turner off the air. Will it require another 300 sponsors to pull their ads off Beck's show or will the local constabulary have to find Beck standing over a gunshot murder victim with a smoking pistol in his hand?

Beck is a frequent contributor to a Drudge-wannabe right wing rag called The Blaze and one such (understandably) anonymous article about Piven makes use of highly edited sound bytes to "prove" Beck's conspiracy theories. The comments, 336 strong as of this writing, are pretty revealing of the mindset that praises Beck as a national hero for "confirming" all their fears about elitist, leftist radicals while wishing or even outright threatening a 78 year-old woman with death.

Imagine the furor that would ensue if Keith Olbermann or Michael Moore wrote a pack of lies about Phyllis Schlafly or Nancy Reagan that resulted in dozens of death threats. Here's a sample of some of the wit and wisdom of Beck's Crazy Base (Note: I'm deliberately ignoring all the stupid, offtopic and immature comments about this nearly 80 year-old woman's loss of pulchritude and championing Communist China's human rights violations and deliberate devaluing of their currency to undercut foreign trade):



milig
The cemeteries are half empty and this witch is still running around living?

what4
Choking on her tongue would be a fitting way for this POS to die!

CYCLONE
@ M4Colt…. I’ll pay up for the bullet….I”m $1.07 bid….I’ll just have to let Glenn shoot her though…. he’s the best shot out there… :-)

Kaen
Why hasn’t she had an “accident” yet?…lol…

Stljarhead
Prison? No, traitors are usually executed. The Rosenbergs got fried in the Chair. Hanging is cheaper, and you can reuse the rope.

I have a Home Depot right up the street from me….

winterhawka7ac
She needs to ch oke at her next meal.

Spawnomite
She’d break a rib gagging at least.
Old b!tc# needs to just die.

Pugfriend
Remember her kind are the first ones to be taken out and shot after the revolutions!

Race
Just let me know when she dies so I can piss on her grave.

viperpsyche
Please meet your maker…TY

JFDYATES1
Hang this witch for treason ! She don`t even deserve a trial because she has convicted herself with her words .

ares338
This creature is a prime candidate for one of those infamous death panels.

If you were to read all 336 comments, as I just have, you'll note that about half seek to discredit or rebut Piven's call for Chinese workers to strike with disparaging comments about her appearance and twisting her words while grossly inflating her influence with the current administration.

These criminally misinformed right wing cunts have also disparaged unions, call federal laws requiring a minimum wage and taxation "government meddling" while actually championing or deliberately overlooking Communist China's countless human rights violations that go back to the days of Mao.

In short, the sons and daughters of Glenn Beck, these Constitutionalists who only trumpet the First Amendment when someone agrees with them, are among some of the most insane people in America.

Just keep in mind by Election Day next year that these right wing freaks also have the right to vote.