For me, I think the commentary below is a damned good analogy for Obama-care…aka The Affordable Care Act.
Yeah me, the ‘so-called’ middle class…the one who is now paying more than twice the cost for less than half the coverage.
The one who can no longer afford to go to the doctor, even though I have insurance, because the deductible is a joke.
No…worse…the deductible is half a year’s living expenses.
I wish it were that easy.
I am one of those who has insurance, but will never reap the benefit of the (50% greater) amount taken from the paycheck for the simple fact that, the (4x greater) deductible is more than we could ever afford to pay on top of the premiums.
Therefore, for all (his) intents and (his) purposes…we consider ourselves one of the “Insured WITHOUT the state and federal benefits of the uninsured”
Yes, this is the reality. If you are part of the subsidized health exchange system…good for you.
If you are not…like me…then this is our reality.
Does this mean I’m anti-poor or anti-needy? HELL NO!
Does this mean because I work and you don’t, I am responsible for taking care of YOU before I can take care of me and my own? NO
Does this mean I think I deserve decent, affordable health coverage because that’s what I pay for? YES
Do I think there is a better way to achieve this than Obama-care? YES
Because more than 50% of what my household makes ALREADY goes to the government.
When is it enough?
When is it going to be okay to think YOU take care of YOU and YOURS and I take care of ME and MINE is the way it should be, if at all possible?
Charity begins at home. Right?
Charity comes from the heart. Right?
Charity is NOT a mandatory tax. Right?
Since when did the government become a charity?
I give what I can when I can, which is often.
I have never passed another human being in need, without offering a helping hand.
When did that cease to be ‘charitable’?
future Analogy of which I speak (and please, this is not a personal attack on the Prez…just his policy) is outlined below:
Affordable Plumbing Act
Only weeks after leaving office on Jan. 20, 2017, former President Barack Obama discovers a leak under his sink, so he calls Troy the Plumber to come out and fix it.
Troy drives to Obama’s new house, which is located in a very exclusive, gated community near Chicago where all the residents have a net income of way more than $250,000 per year.
Troy arrives and takes his tools into the house. He is led to the guest bathroom that contains the leaky pipe under the sink. Troy assesses the problem and tells Obama that it’s an easy repair that will take less than 10 minutes. Obama asks Troy how much it will cost. Troy checks his rate chart and says, “$9,500.”
“What?! $9,500?!” Obama asks, stunned, “But you said it’s an easy repair. Michelle will whip me if I pay a plumber that much!”
Troy says, “Yes, but what I do is charge those who make more than $250,000 per year a much higher amount so I can fix the plumbing of poorer people for free. This has always been my philosophy. As a matter of fact, I lobbied the Democrat Congress, who passed this philosophy into law. Now all plumbers must do business this way. It’s known as the ‘Affordable Plumbing Act of 2014′. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of it.”
In spite of that, Obama tells Troy there’s no way he’s paying that much for a small plumbing repair, so Troy leaves. Obama spends the next hour flipping through the phone book calling for another plumber, but he finds that all other plumbing businesses in the area have gone out of business. Not wanting to pay Troy’s price, Obama does nothing and the leak goes un-repaired for several more days. A week later the leak is so bad Obama has had to put a bucket under the sink.
Michelle is not happy as she has Oprah and guests arriving the next morning. The bucket fills up quickly and has to be emptied every hour, and there’s a risk the room will flood, so Obama calls Troy and pleads with him to return.
Troy goes back to Obama’s house, looks at the leaky pipe, checks his new rate chart and says, “Let’s see, this will now cost you $21,000.”
Obama quickly fires back, “What? A few days ago you told me it would cost $9,500!”
Troy explains, “Well, because of the ‘Affordable Plumbing Act,’ a lot of wealthier people are learning how to maintain and take care of their own plumbing, so there are fewer payers in the plumbing exchanges. As a result, the price I have to charge wealthy people like you keeps rising. Not only that, but for some reason the demand for plumbing work by those who get it for free has skyrocketed! There’s a long waiting list of those who need repairs, but the amount we get doesn’t cover our costs, especially paperwork and record-keeping. This unfortunately has put a lot of my fellow plumbers out of business, they’re not being replaced, and nobody is going into the plumbing business because they know they can’t make any money at it. I’m hurting too, all thanks to greedy rich people like you who won’t pay their ‘fair share’. On the other hand, why didn’t you buy plumbing insurance last December? If you had bought plumbing insurance available under the ‘Affordable Plumbing Act,’ all this would have been covered by your policy.”
“You mean I wouldn’t have to pay anything to have you fix my plumbing problem?” asks Obama.
“Well, not exactly,” replies Troy. “You would have had to buy the insurance before the deadline, which has passed now. And, because you’re rich, you would have had to pay $34,000 in premiums, which would have given you a ‘silver’ plan, and then, since this would have been your first repair, you would have to pay up to the $21,000 deductible, and anything over that would have a $7,500 co-pay, and then there’s the mandatory maintenance program, which is covered up to 17.5%, so there are some costs involved. Nothing is for free.”
“WHAT?!” exclaims Obama. “Why so much for a puny sink leak?!”
With a bland look, Troy replies, “Well, paperwork, mostly, like I said. And the internal cost of the program itself. You don’t think a program of this complexity and scope can run itself, do you? Besides, there are millions of folks with lower incomes than you, even many in the ‘middle class’, who qualify for subsidies that people like you must support. That’s why they call it the ‘Affordable Plumbing Act’! Only people who don’t make much money can afford it. If you want affordable plumbing, you’ll have to give away most of what you have accumulated and cut your and Michelle’s income by about 90%. Then you can qualify to get your ‘Fair Share’ instead of giving it.”
“But who would pass a crazy act like the ‘Affordable Plumbing Act’?!” exclaims the exasperated Obama.
After a sigh, Troy replies, “Congress… because they didn’t read it.”
Though I know spring is right around the corner, and I look forward to the rebirth of nature’s bounty and for some of you, the births of new little ones who’ll soon be pitter-pattering on your hearts can’t come soon enough…I just can’t help but bitch about this particular time change; and never more this year than any other.
I don’t know what it is.
It’s not the extra daylight surely. Who doesn’t like the normalcy of waking up in the light and going to sleep when it’s dark?
It’s not the rain because I’ve never minded a good ol’ rainy day. I love them actually.
Who wouldn’t, knowing this beauty below, from a year ago, is drinking it up so it can make another grand entrance?
That said though, It just feels, to me, that the spring daylight savings robs more of the day than it gives.
When I wake in the morning, it feels too late.
When I retire at night, it feels too early.
When I think about lunch, it’s too close to dinner.
When I think about dinner, it’s too soon after lunch.
Feeling this way, you’d think the fall time change would make me feel the opposite…
Up too early; to bed too late; starving by lunch; when the hell is dinner.
But no…I feel none of that. And frankly, I don’t remember the spring change feeling this intense before either.
I keep asking myself “What the hell is it this year that makes me feel so irritable about it all?”
And then it hits me. Or at least, I think it does.
Along with all I do look forward to in the spring, now, there are things I know I’ll never see or do or feel again.
At least, not in the same way.
I’ll never see the joy on his face when the ice has retreated enough for us to take poles in hand and put lines to water, hoping for enough perch for dinner or, at the very least, stories grand enough for everyone to swallow…
HooK Line and SinKer
We’ll never walk the rocky path through the woods, looking for that one spot that offers the perfect balance of flat rock and clear air, to sit and cast a line (not to mention a hearty tree truck to hide behind for those necessary times).
Or a high, flat bank, on which to perch a chair to jerk a perch.
I’ll never feel the strong surety of his hands as he takes the ‘big’ one off my line because I jumped and didn’t jerk, so that fish swallowed it all…
HooK Line and SinKer
I’ll never see him begin another spring outing as the 5’7″ man he was, only to end the day coming in at a cool, 5’11” from the mud cake that grew on the bottom of his shoes; full of those anticipated tall tales about big fish, that we willingly swallowed…
HooK Line and SinKer
I know the memories of these times are what are important.
I know too, that when the fall arrives, there will be even more that will make me miss him the most.
The scores of memories of him saying “Let’s take this road, there’s a great barn you need to see!”
Those are the ones that will make me weep first and smile later.
Those times, though as forever behind me as they are in the rear-view above, will always be the happiest times we ever shared.
But I know too, and will remember well, that when next the boys lower the boat to kiss the Clyde one misty morning, he will be there.
He’s probably there now…waiting…for the ice to break, the fish to come up for air, and us kids to show up with all we need, to keep the traditions going and the memories fresh.
He’ll be there.
And we’ll be there.
Ready to take it all…
HooK Line and SinKer.
The five stages of grief
There has been no denial…
…there was no doubt death was coming
There has been anger…
…but it’s an exhausting emotion
There was a little bargaining…
…too close to self-blaming to be tolerated for long
There is depression…
…that ‘happy memory’ thief that sneaks into your heart in the dark
There will be acceptance…
…a state of being both wanted and feared at the same time
Remembering the good times, the happy times, is not hard
there are so very many of them
Remembering I am not alone is not easy
until I hear the sadness in the voice on the other end of the phone
Remembering he is gone takes the joy out of the day
until I remember too, how much of him is left within me
Forgetting that he lived and loved and was loved in return is not an option
especially when remembering his legacy to all of us was ∴
Live like it’s your last day
Love like it’s your last chance
The service is done
The tears shed
His final bed
Pride in my family
Not the least of which, Mom
Who honored my father
With dignified Calm
Standing Room Only
His life well represented
Laughter the keystone
Not a life being lamented
Notes to be written
Soups to be made
We dreaded the after
But we’re no longer afraid
Of the space that is empty
His body departed
‘Cause his spirit is present
We are each lighter hearted
Remember my laughter
Remember my smile…
Remember my loving
Remember my style
I’ll forever be with you
To navigate the way
As you journey forward
I will help lead the way
You’ll never be alone
Nor should you feel sorrow
I’m forever in today
As I’ll always be tomorrow
Okay Dad…we’ll remember