Toddlers, Tiaras, and 9/11

Well, I'll tell ya' what --

Even though I,

as a 437 year old woman,

was born during the Renaissance,

right now, I feel

like I was born in the Dark Ages.

Tonight,

while I was looking for the Public Television Channel,

I stumbled onto another channel instead --

TLC.

Now, I have to tell you --

I don't watch my television much.

People who watch TV a lot

know where their PBS Channel is,

especially if it's what they want to watch,

and they also know where TLC is,

and they probably know what their programming is like.

I know neither because, well,
I don't watch TV.  Instead I practice
this rather arcane past-time called reading
and I write a hell of a lot;

when I do watch TV, I always have to look

for the right channels,

and I sometimes end up watching something

I never intended to watch,

simply because it's so stunning -- sometimes stunningly awe-ful --

Tonight I was looking for a show 9/11 and faith & doubt on PBS, 

and instead, I came upon 

Toddlers and Tiaras.

Now I realize most of the television-watching world

knows about this show,

and I know

some of the members of the television-watching world

actually thin that beauty pageants are good

for four year olds.

But honestly,

dear Pageant Mom,

if you've come upon my blog,

and you if you think I'm going to applaud you,

you'd better find another blog to read

right now.
Because I'm going to make you kind of angry.

I cannot, under any circumstances

applaud this:

I can only be appalled by it.

When I started to watch it,
or several minutes, I thought it was a news program like 60 Minutes
covering some scandalous crime against children,
and then, when I started looking for more about the topic on YouTube,
I realized that I was watching an actual TV show about children's pageants,
that has been on for years.  It's a show with followers,
and some of the girls on the show
have become stars.

The more episodes of this I watched,

the more I decided the creators of this program are brilliant,
in a very sick way.  They are pulling a two-way scam
designed to manipulate the minds of a vast number of viewers with only one goal in mind:
to make money.

First, they've creating a show where parents who think

that it would be just grand

to have a child in a pageant,

can watch and affirm that what they want 

is just a fine family past-time:

while at the same time this is a show 

for folks to rip apart; 

it's a show for parents who need to convince themselves 

that even though they really have made mistakes as parents

they are not that bad;

after all, they would never do that:  

In some cases,

the actions of the parents are so outrageous,

that I can't help but wonder if they're acting from a script.

No one could do anything like this

if they really cared about their children --

Furthermore, the show has created a totally new subject for talk television ~ ~



~ ~ ~ and honestly, it doesn't take a great intellect,
it doesn't even take additional reading,
to agree that these parents are abusing their children.

It's a fabulous way, in the end, to entertain a large part
of the American population,
without asking them to think too hard.
And people obviously do watch it, every week.


And meanwhile,
some of us commemorate 9/11,
and we continue to wonder
how it could have happened to us,

It was easy -- the USA was looking the other way,
when it was attacked 10 years ago.

And it still is.

We need to see and remember;
we need to know the true reasons it happened,
and we truly do need to educate our vast population
that continues
to look the other way.

Watch the full episode. See more FRONTLINE.

. . . and now, a few words from George Bernard Shaw:

. . . a curious little video, 

nicely done --

This is a speech from the George Bernard Shaw play

Man and Superman:

Today's Diva: Shemekia Copeland

Well,

for those of you who don't follow me too much,

I am an academic,

and for the past week or so,

have been a little busy

with prepping for classes

and entertaining visitors.

So blogging has been lower on my list of chores

-- this is not to say I haven't been thinking about blog land --

As I was driving today,

I heard this woman on the radio --

Shemeia Copeland,

and I thought to myself:

now, there's a diva --

and I had to post a couple of her videos.

Happy Labor Day to the USA,

and

Happy Day to the World  ~ ~

B [CB] S

I should probably be careful

what I say about this.

I mean honestly, 

it's one of the biggest companies in the U.S. of A.

BCBS

I would like, for a minute, though,

to consider how this company

with all its many offices and millions of employees

is symbolic of one of the biggest scams 

in the world :

the fundamental emasculation

of the AMA --

and all its many,

wealthy,

members.

But the AMA, of course,

would never let that happen, so

they fight back, and

who gets screwed,

and who has to pay?

You guessed it.

mrstrusz

*/*

Now, how does this work, you wonder?

It's easy --

witness this statement

from a "provider" to me.

Yes, you are correct --

the provider had something to do with x-ays,

and Makropoulos,

at her tender quattro-centerian age,

is having a little trouble

with her knee.

Nothing major, mind you --

I can still kick,

and I can still

run,

but sometimes, it hurts.

So I went for a knee x-ray.

I have a standard medical insurance policy,

and the x-ray provider submitted their bill

to my insurance company.

When I was in the office for the x-ray, I had offered to pay the "co-pay"

because I knew I had to pay one, and the receptionist said:

"Oh, let's wait and see what your insurance pays."

(For those of you

outside of the U.S. of A.,

let me please explain:

with most standard health insurance policies here,

the patient is required to pay a "co-payment"

for nearly every doctor's visit and procedure

(along with paying huge monthly payments

for the insurance itself.

In my case, my standard co-payment

is $25.00, 

but it can be higher in some situations.)

Had I paid the co-payment,

I would have never had the opportunity to witness

how my insurance actually paid less than I did for the procedure.

As you can see from above--

The provider billed the insurance company $71.00

for my knee x-ray, which took about one minute

lying on a cold shelf below a creaking old roentgen machine;

the insurance company paid $11.71;

the provider adjusted the bill by $37.29,

and then I was billed the

$25.00 co-pay.

Yes, that's right:

when it comes down to cold,

hard

cash,

I paid more than the insurance company did for my x-ray.

And I still don't have the results!

xraymachiness

I wonder how many

of the average readers out there

truly understand 

how it could be that a bill for $71.00

can be satisfied with a payment of 

$36.00?

(roughly half of the amount billed.)

I'm telling you:

if I sent half of the amount I owed to the gas company

every month,

I wouldn't have heat this winter;

if I paid half of my car payment,

I wouldn't have a car;

if I paid half my 

department store bill,

I'd have a bigger balance,

with interest,

next month.

But miraculously,

the medical industry gets away with paying

half of their bills,

and the insurance companies

keep letting them give xrays.

Now why, one might wonder?

Of course, I'm going to try to explain this because

Once upon a time, Makropoulos worked

in medicine.

She actually managed a medical office.

It was sometime early in the 1980's,

and the insurance companies were just beginning

to figure out and refine

their methods for emasculating

the medical industry.

And they came up with this notion of the 

UCR - "usual, customary and reasonable" payments

right around that time.

And I was kind of amazed, 

even bedazzled by the puzzle the UCR provided --

and it went like this:

The insurance companies asked doctors and other medical practitioners in any given region

to take each procedure they offered

and let the insurance companies know what they charged for it;

then the insurance companies determined the average cost for any procedure,

then they determined the "Usual, Customary & Reasonable" (UCR) for a procedure,

and then they paid a percentage of that.

(123Rf.com)

So, take a usual doctor's office visit.

The doctor was charging $15.00 for it.

When asked, the doctor, and every other doctor in the area,

let the insurance company know that office visits cost $15.00,

and maybe some doctors in that region charged $18.00,

and maybe some charged $12.00,

and they told the truth,

and the insurance companies averaged it all together,

and came up with the average charge of an office visit in that region.

Let's say that average was $15.75

Then, the insurance companies,

led by the Insurance Company of All Insurance Companies,

told the doctors that they would, based upon that average,

declare the "Usual, Customary & Reasonable" charge for an office visit,

which tended to be around 80%.

The UCR for an office visit was then, around $13.00.

The insurance companies,

led by the Mother of All Insurance Companies,

declared that they would pay up to the UCR,

but not more than that.

In fact, most insurance companies then declared that they would only pay

80% of the UCR, and the patient,

or a supplemental insurance,

would be responsible for the difference between the actual insurance payment

and the UCR.

I hope you can follow this --

it's really quite elegant,

and also very convoluted.

Because that was when it really began --

So, guess what happened?

The doctors, 

who really needed $15.00 for each office visit,

were suddenly only getting around $11.00,

if they were lucky,

and they had to decide if they wanted to ask their patients 

to pay the difference.

Some of them did.

Some of them also found, 

with their older patients who,

up to that point always had had health insurance that paid everything,

those older patients couldn't afford to pay the $4 difference,

so the doctors started doing something called

"accepting assignment,"

which fundamentally meant that they would accept what the insurance company paid,

and write off the rest for certain patients.

Some of the doctors also found

that it was getting harder to keep their lights on

and pay the costs of the increasingly expensive and refined equipment,

so the doctors in any given region

all got together and said:

"let's start charging $25.00 for an office visit."

And they did.

And then when the big insurance companies again, after a year or so,

did an average of the cost of office visits,

they found their average went up,

and the UCR went up,

and the doctors got the $15.00

that they really wanted for their office visits.

Well, they actually got around $18.00,

but there's inflation, isn't there?

And so the cycle began:

doctors increasing prices regularly to nearly double what they really needed;

insurance companies using complex equations and cogitations

to tell them they would only get a certain amount of that,

which tended to be

about half of what the doctors charged.

At a certain point,

it got ridiculous,

because patients were being asked to pay the difference between

a $75.00 bill for an office visit,

and the $30.00 the insurance company agreed to pay for it,

and more and more patients were asking their doctors

to accept assignment on them.

Ultimately, 

about the time I decided I had to get out of that industry,

the insurance companies started pressuring all doctors to accept assignment

on all patients,

and ultimately the doctors gave in,

knowing damned well that they could not ethically expect anyone

to pay $75.00,

or even $65.00,

for an office visit that lasted

about three minutes.

Thus, we get a statement like the one I received above,

with one caveat--

in the past 15 years or so,

the industry has produced this thing called the "co-payment,"

which means the patient must pay a little bit for every service rendered.

It started out very small,

but it has been continually increasing.

This co-payment makes it possible for the insurance companies

to pay less for a service, and leave it up to the patient

to pay the difference between what they want to pay

and the U.C.R.

Fundamentally, the insurance companies are willing to let the patients pay

what they demanded the doctors stop charging.

Thus,

the statement above --

let me explain it again:

The $71 is what this Radiology Provider has set as the going rate for a knee xray;

the UCR is actually $36.71, and the provider has

"accepted assignment" - ie: written off the difference between

the UCR as set by the insurance companies and their charge.

Now, how do I know the UCR is $36.71?

Add together the remaining amounts:

my $25.00 copayment

and the insurance company's $11.71 payment.

The insurance company paid a percentage of the UCR,

and I was left to pay the difference.

Oh, in case you're wondering what I pay for insurance:

this is a "benefit" for me --

according to my paystub,

my employer pays $210.43 twice a month for my insurance;

I also get $52.61 deducted, twice a month, from my gross pay,

to help pay for my insurance.  (I'll let you figure the monthly cost out.)

For that, I get an insurance policy that requires I pay co-payments,

and I end up having to pay more than my insurance company has to pay

for an x-ray.

~ ~ ~

Now honestly,

I know I've been known to write

some very confusing blog entries,

and they came out of my weary,

427 year old, overactive brain.

This blog entry,

with its convoluted formulas

may have taxed the best of my readers,

and I have to make it very clear:

I didn't even make this stuff up!!!

This is how the insurance industry works in the U.S. of A.,

and it's getting worse :

the other policy my company offered me

was one that required I pay the first $2,000.00 every year myself.

Once I did that,

then the company would offer the same coverage

as my current insurance (with copayments!).

Every year,

I would have to pay the first $2,000.00.

The monthly cost of this policy would be cheaper

for me and my employer,

they said. 

If I opted to take this coverage, 

I would get counseling on how to create

a Medical Savings Account,

to help me pay that first $2,000.00,

every year.

In the informational meeting about this policy,

I was promised that during that time

every year

that I was paying the $2,000.00,

I would only have to pay

the Usual, Customary & Reasonable 

for any service.

Now, how about that?

In my case, that would mean that I would never actually 

"use"

my insurance,

unless I got really sick.

I have a feeling that,

annually,

so far in my life,

with perhaps the exception of one year,

I don't cost my insurance company $2,000.00 a year.

It strikes me that under this scenario,

the patient is being asked to pay even more of the bill,

and the insurance company keeps simply

making money.

It gets even more confusing when the patient is retired.

I won't go into that.

You know, I actually have some good friends

who work in the health insurance industry,

and they work very hard.

They take good care of their families,

and they try to live

the American Dream.

And it's just so sad

that their industry is one of the industries responsible for making the American Dream

so impossible for the average person.

What I think is actually happening in America

is that the insurance companies are developing ways to

continue taking money out of the average worker's salary

while also getting that average healthy worker

to simultaneously carry the brunt of the bill

for their health care.

In this scenario,

only the very sickest

and the very wealthiest,

and the very wealthiest and sickest

actually reap the benefits

of insurance.

Everyone else pays for it.

And it's a real nightmare if you have no insurance at all,

because, you lucky stiff,

you have to pay the original amount

that the medical providers charge the insurance companies.

That's right --

you're the one who has to pay

$71.00 for a knee xray.

(rippdemeup)

You, Me, and Junot Diaz

steinski

Just in case you're wondering where the heck

I've been, 

well,

my response is:

when a woman is my age, she should be allowed some lapses --

I get lost--

in thought,

in dreams,

in space,

whatever,

where-ever --

and then the rest is silence.

This is not to say my heart isn't beating.

I hope yours is, too.

2.

Well, tonight I read an article that made my heart skip a beat,

in the UTNE Reader.

Now, seriously, folks, 

I haven't looked at an UTNE Reader

in a couple of decades,

but there it was, and I started reading --

and found this article:

Dispatches From the Apocalypse

(by Junot Diaz)

In this provocative article, Diaz contemplates how the catastrophe in Haiti

embodies Apocalypse,

indeed, it is Apocalypse

for the people of Haiti.

At the same time, 

it - and all other disasters -

reveals the true Haiti --

"Apocalyptic catastrophes don't just raze cities and drown coastlines;

these events, in journalist David Brooks' words,

'wash away the surface of society, the settled way things

have been done.  They expose

the underlying power structures,

the injustices, the patterns

of corruption and the unacknowledged inequalities."  And,

equally, they allow us insight into the conditions

that led to the catastrophe, whether we are talking about Haiti

or Japan."  (Diaz)

He proceeds to discuss how these disasters help us see first

the "true face" of a country:

as Katrina exposed "America's third world,"

Haiti exposes "the third world's third world.'

In many instances, these Apocalyptic disasters reveal

the way that humanity has defaced 

the planet, and in so doing, made it more vulnerable,

and susceptible

to disaster.  

The problem is,

according to Diaz,

that we just won't see the writing on the wall,

or on the planet --

I urge you to read this article.  I feel

uncomfortable summarizing and quoting it all.

Suffice it to say I agree with Diaz when he says:

"After all, apocalypses like the Haitian earthquake

are not only catastrophes; they are also opportunities;

chances for us to see ourselves, to take responsibility for what we see, 

to change."

Recently, we have been receiving our fill of

mini apocalypses,

disasters that have left thousands,

even millions,

of people dead, and entire regions

decimated.

They stay for a day or two in the news,

then fade away from public attention.

But this does not mean they fade away

in real time and space --

locally, in Haiti and in Japan and elsewhere

the dead are still dead,

the dying still dying,

the destroyed still rubble,

etc. etc etc..

As apocalypses propagate, 

the true apocalypse

may be just around the bend,

and when it does,

the potential for salvation

and second coming,

ends up lying soully

and solely

in us and us alone.

I sing along with Diaz when he says:

"One day something terrible will happen,

and for once we will heed the ruins.

We will begin collectively to take

responsibility for the world we're creating.

Call me foolishly utopian,

but I sincerely believe

this will happen. 

I do.

I just wonder how many millions of people will perish

before it does."

Live To Tell, Madonna -- Live

I have to post this.

I would like to sing it,

but I just can't do the song,

or this singer,

the credit they deserve:

Today's Diva: Yma Sumac

I want to thank my friend Rose is a Rose

over at Ravings of a Semi-Sane Madwoman

for calling my attention to 

Yma Sumac --

Yes, she IS a diva

in the truest sense of the word:

(This second one, Tumpa, which it appears means "earthquake"

is posted for all of my readers who witnessed an earthquake in the last 24 hours!

Fairy Dust

 ( wallpaperhere )

To see

the shining glitter

of dust on light

         and light on dust

as it dances

         in early sunlight,

To hear

the scolding caw

of morning crows,

and taste

the fresh mid-August

         air.

To be 

unaware

of worldly things,

and absolutely

aware

of earthly life.

Childlike,

silent, am I,

so content with being.

I have no other answers.

( apod.nasa.gov )

Makropoulos Sings, Yet Again

(My equipment is limited,
and sometimes the voice is too.
Remember, I'm somewhere around 426 --.

But I really like this song, and wanted to sing it:)

The Object and The Form

( jetsetta.com )

Old friends come bearing  mem'ries of me

                        in overnight bags,

old friends who one time managed to see

                                     the riches through the rags

                                       and visa versa.

And I, too, saw the wealth in them,

and together we found

             a way to bend--

              a way to friend.

( overstock.com )

Some saw what they sought to see,

and some saw true.

I pray, friend, when I looked at you,

I just saw you.

Now I too, look,

and you, too, look

for the person left behind:

the one etched in memory

of the friendship of 

much earlier times ---

we seek

the one unspoiled,

unscathed by hurt

and others' selfish whims;

we seek to see our better selves

when we meet each other

somewhere down the road.

( funzug )

~ ~ ~

At this, my very advanced age,

I do not want to be

so lost in examination; I

do not want to need

to say 

I

out of uncertainty.

But I do,

and I say it with you.

I thank you, friends, for restoring me,

                a broken entity,

scattered over time and space:

                                             

some bits are beautiful,

some are not;

some are hesitant

some are hot;

some are gentle,

and some burn--

but all is I

and me,

and you.

We live and love together;

we make humanity

together.

( trentonhistory )

Travel gently, friend,

on your journey home.

To Today's Birthday Diva, Madonna

happy birthday, Madonna~ ~ ~

Six

As you may recall,

in the Old Testament,

it took God six days

to create everything

(and on the seventh, S/he rested).

In numerology,

Six is the number of marriage, motherhood and harmony --

it stands for balance and equilibrium.

And I

finally

have six orchids!

Complete!

Now I rest.

Don't Know Much About Money . . . . (Breaking Even)

I never won at the game of Monopoly

and at Life, I always

broke even,

But that is, after all,

all we really need to do,

isn't it? 

:

square our debts

before we die,

love our friends

and family

unselfishly, and hopefully,

receive equal love in return.

What more can we give and take

during our time on this domain?

( museumofplay )

Obviously, for a long time, some people in this world have opted to give

and take

a hell of a lot more than that.

This morning, right after I heard a brief accounting of 

yesterday's trepidatious Wall Street plummet,

NPR broadcast a story about 

The State of the Economy in Spain:

Flat Line.

The juxtaposition of these two stories might cause 

a listener to conclude one of three things.

Well, actually, one might take the stance, 

Well, I have a job (trust fund, unemployment, disability, healthy retirement, etc. . . )

so this has nothing to do with me.

OR 

one might conclude one of the following three things:

1.  Sure it's bad here, but it could be worse; it could be Spain.

or

2.  Sure it's bad here, and hold on tight, it can get worse; look at Spain.

or

3. We are in a global crisis and it's not anywhere near over yet,

and it might look pretty dismal everywhere

before it ends.

I will preface the following contemplation by saying

I am NOT an Economist.

I sincerely do NOT understand Wall Street or High Finance,

and I should probably keep my mouth shut, my pen still,

and leave this type of blogging to those who really know

what they are talking about.

I should, but I won't.  After all, the economists of the world

are not doing a very good job of fixing things,

so what the heck, why shouldn't I take a stab at it?

~ * ~

My overall observation and conclusion is that this is a global crisis, and we

have to stop sticking our fingers in our ears and singing loud.   

What is happening in Spain is impacted by what happens in the USA,

and visa versa.  In other words, there are Macro forces at work

that span beyond nations.  In the 21st Century, where someone

in India can read my words seconds after I press "POST", we have to begin

thinking of things in global terms.  I suspect economists know this, and they are working

on refining equations and strategies for balancing global economies

and crises, but it's a relatively new field, and while they are probably 

silently trying to make deals and fix things, national economies are

Titanicking.

( 24flinching )

And the suffering occurs most visibly locally.

"Locally" in this schema, can include "nationally;" however,

I'm guessing that in the next 100 years (or maybe just 50)

the notion of the sovereign nation state will lose its solvency,

and it will go the same route as feudalism, monarchy, empire

and other antiquated forms of dividing and ruling territory.

As they say in the NPR story on Spain,

it's the middle ground, the middle class, that is disappearing,

and that is, in this shifting global economic topography,

equivalent to national power.

In this emerging global economy, while the notion of nations loses relevance,

the more Micro notion of the "local" will return to currency.

Unfortunately, as the Macro has evolved as a dominant force,

the local has taken a terrific beating.  Consider this: in the USA, first

the Big Box stores put local merchants out of business; now it's interesting to note

that the Big Box stores are being conquered by online stores.

( Time-Moneyland )

Simultaneously, it appears to me, that (for instance)

that local Mom n' Pop store with the fabulous apple butter they make

from the apples picked in their orchard is becoming more appealing

to us (in the USA in particular, though this may be true elsewhere,

as well) again, because

a.) we know those people; they lost their other job, just like we did;

b.) we know their apples and their orchard.  We used to play in it

when we were kids, and in fact, our son now helps pick those apples;

c.) we trust them;

and

d.) it may even help us, especially since I just invented a new form

of apple peeler made out of old tin cans that Mom n Pop

love to use -- they even sell it in their shop!

What's even better is the butter could also be sold on line,

if Mom and Pop are computer proficient.  If not,

the neighbor can send their son over and help them;

he's a whiz at computers.

( dianasaurdishes )

My own humble solution to our current crisis, then, is simple:

Leave the messes of the world to world leaders, and

Buy Locally.

Do what you can to make sure your neighbors have jobs. 

Support their stores and talents.  This means, among other things,

that we needn't push every kid to go to college: if he's a mechanic,

celebrate his talents, take your car to him, and pay him well if he fixes it well.

If she really does fingernails well, go get your nails done!  And if that

far-sighted child with the thick glasses is really smart,

celebrate her, encourage him, educate them, 

and don't hold them back if they opt to develop their skills

someplace else.  

They will come home to you again.

They may even decide to stay home if they can see

that helping at home can ultimately

help everyone.

In this Micro-Macro vision, 

the Micro (the local) is everything you can walk to or ride a bike to,

and the Macro is everything you can find on your computer,

which is pretty much everything.

And there is a fluidity between the two.

~ * ~ * ~

Well, I suppose this is a pretty naive response to a major economic catastrophe,

but it's the meager thought I had 

while I listened to the radio this morning.

And it's not original.  Just do a Google search on "buy local"

and you'll find others who agree.

I am no fool: I know that neither I alone,

nor you alone,

nor Barack Obama alone,

nor Anyone Else alone

can save the world from Eternal Financial Damnation,

but 

we can each try our damnedest to make sure

our neighbors and friends and family members have a roof over their heads,

companionship,

self-respect,

and dinner tonight.

That we can do.

And I dare say if everyone took responsibility for that, well, 

perhaps we could turn this economic disaster

into lemonade

or apple butter.

After all, when it all comes right down to it,

when we reach our final moments

here in this earthly life,

we will probably be most satisfied if we each can say

we broke even.

(rat-race-escape-artists )

Excavating The Heart

( roadblues )

Just when you think

all its fields 

have been plundered,

all its valleys

have been rendered 

fallow, and all

it mountains stripped

of their precious hold,

you'll discover

there are hidden places there -- 

subtle coves, rich

with luscious, newborn

vegetation waiting for the sun.

The heart is a boundless planet,

regenerative and full,

waiting to reward you

if you treat it with respect and love.

Stand

at the threshold,

in the glittering priceless rubble

of memory, past happinesses, pains

and lost opportunities

and behold

the new vistas there.

Tred gently there,

speak softly, using

only words that mean

what they say,

and be silent

when the words are not enough.

Listen

to the heart's native tongue

that speaks in birdsong,

rustling leaves,

distant chimes,

and gentle surf.

Be still and allow

amazement.

( samuelatgilgal )

Four, maybe Five

I was happy with three,

for three is a number

of good fortune, magic,

and harmony,

not to mention the divine.

But then came number four

and my delight was complete.

Four is a number of stability,

of foundations,

and integrity.

Four there are of 

seasons,

winds,

elements,

and phases of the moon.

I was happy with four.

But now it appears

there may be five --

an odd number, five --

a slight off balancing,

but also a change of course,

a striving for the upper numbers,

and in the case of this twig,

the perfect number

will be six.

But for now, I await number five's completion

and continue to marvel.