From the “I’d have to quote the whole thing, so I’ll just link it” department…
Damn nice piece: Signs That You’re A Bad Programmer.
I remember going through many of those stages.
hat tip to Gil Vander Voort over at Core Search Inc
1) Not enough doctors and nurses now.
2) Not enough influx of new doctors and nurses to handle load at current rate, much less current rate of increase.
3) Add massive influx of new “covered for free” insurees.
Now. Let’s stop there for a second.
How does that math work? Really. No ad hominems. no bullshit. How. Tell me how the math makes sense.
Ok. Now let’s continue:
4) That One says there will be no waiting in lines
5) That One says there will be no rationing
6) That One says the government will NOT be deciding who gets what care.
Is he lying? Or is he just wrong?
Extra credit:
You pay X for health insurance. You’re told that X isn’t going up, period. How does that change your behavior with regards to medical care? Do you go to the doctor less often? More often? How does that aggregate over the total body of insurees?
Ok. Take that soft “average care sought per person” figure, multiply it by the number of people then divide it into “care available.”
It just doesn’t work. Nothing about it works.
EVEN if you could get the money, you’d have to get the doctors, the nurses and the infrastructure.
This all ignores entirely the truly insidious parts of the health care bill.
If you know what you’re getting in to, go see it.
If you’re one of those weird consistency wonks who needs things to make sense and obey the laws of physics. For instance, if it’s important to you that a movie pays attention to details like… oh… ice FLOATS… do NOT go see it.
It was two hours of boomy stupidness with a profoundly delicious (fake) redhead.
On my way home I was trying to navigate the movie vans, cabling equipment, film school losers and caterers on Atlantic ave here in Brooklyn (must be something big, they’re set up for the long haul) when some shittard was gesticulating wildly with his (closed) umbrella facing away from me.
One useful aspect of knowing that I’m a punch line for most of the world’s jokes in this sector is that I’ve learned to spot the ridiculous about 3 seconds early. It’s how God enables me to do the cartoon “oh shit” part of my role.
So, when the umbrella came swinging for my crotch I had time to roll my eyes before blocking and grabbing it.
“uh…uh… I’m sor..”
“GO THE FUCK BACK TO LA!”
I had the full “We don’t like you people here. This is our home, not your fucking sound stage playground. Die in a fire” rant ready to go but it would’ve summoned more of them.
Nothing I hate more in this city than film crews.
Nothing.
“Excuse me. Uhm, hi. sir? we’re gonna need you to…”
“I work that way. Move.”
“Ok great. but if you could walk around…”
“Get the fuck out of my way.”
“We have a permit…”
“You’re gonna need a fucking cast if you don’t move.”
So far nobody’s had the cojones to keep it up past that.
