Town hall meetings and The Crank Factor

A person who would clearly not benefit from any sort of government-subsidized care.

A person who would clearly not benefit from any sort of government-subsidized service.

I’m lucky—I was one of the two hundred fifty million-or-so Americans who had health insurance for the last few years. My employer gave me full coverage through Aetna, which was a good thing because I broke my right hand in March of 2007, then dislocated my shoulder six months later. Thanks to my comprehensive, private health care insurance, I only had to spend $14,700 on doctor bills that year. Initially it was about forty-five thousand dollars more, but after I filed my third appeal Aetna paid right away. It was really good timing, actually, because the New York State Insurance Board was scheduled to rule on my case the next day, and you know what the line at a government office is like.

So I can understand why people would be against health insurance reform. Sure, the system we have now is demonstrably predatory, has simultaneously increased public costs and private profits, and ranks behind Morocco’s but just ahead of Slovenia’s. But a government-subsidized alternative might be, you know, worse. Can you prove that it wouldn’t? Such is the reasoning of the opponents of health insurance reform, who have switched in recent weeks from arguing over proposed solutions to arguing against solutions in general. The result is a series of baffling photographs like the one above, as—for what I’m pretty sure is the first time in history—Americans rise up to demand that government not provide them with services.

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It’s Friday! Everything is permitted!

Combat! blog is taking the day off, because I am going to New York for the weekend to celebrate the birth of our lord and savior, Spencer Griffin. He is 39. If you’re looking for ways to amuse yourself over the weekend, you can either A) click the ShareThis button at the bottom of every post on the new blog or B) watch this video over and over again. Enjoy your new life!

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And we do these things in unison: Los Campesinos! at 9:30 Club, Washington, DC

The camera phone was actually the only thing not moving,

The camera phone was actually the only thing not moving.

The Cure and I are crappy old people, so we arrived at the 9:30 Club in a cab, which dropped us at the curb next to a cluster of sad, hopeful-looking girls in pre-owned dresses. They watched the entry line in wan silence, crossing and re-crossing their arms and generally looking like recently fired librarians. A man with a clipboard came out to talk to them, apologized, and went back inside. A few minutes later they marched in, with an air of profound determination.

“Were those Los Campesinos! groupies?” I said.

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Fully-absorbed oppositional culture of the day: bikers

Self-described "rich urban bikers" living the dream that is freedom. Photo cadged from the NY Post

Self-described "rich urban bikers" living the dream that is freedom. Photo cadged from the NY Post

If you’ve seen Easy Rider, you know that A) you shouldn’t just watch every movie your Intro to Film Analysis TA said was good and B) motorcycles are a symbol of rebel freedom. Harley-Davidson began building motorcycles shortly after the turn of the century, but it was their widespread use as messenger vehicles during World War II that imprinted on a generation of servicemen an indelible connection between riding, cigarettes, and trying to forget what you just did. After the Hollister Riots of 1947, when 4,000 bike enthusiasts turned a small California town into a slightly larger, much drunker California town, public hysteria over outlaw bikers ran high. Life magazine ran a scared/fascinated feature, Hollywood made a series of exploitation films culminating in The Wild One, and an icon of American counterculture was born.

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Field report: Joose is gross

Joose, wisely sold in an opaque can. Compare color with the dish soap in the background.

Joose, wisely sold in an opaque can. Compare color with the dish soap in the background.

As of yesterday afternoon, “Oh my god, it’s so green,” joins “one small step for man” and “O brave new world” among the awestruck utterances of the great explorers. If you’ll remember, Combat! blog recently made much of Joose, the alcoholic energy beverage/sad substitute for Sparks that promises to make you have a really good, flame-decaled time. Loyal Combatants and astronauts of human consciousness Ben and Parliament drank Joose yesterday. Presumably it turned their teeth to diamonds and money sprayed out of their pockets immediately. We don’t know, because our only contact with their bold fresh reality was through cellular telegram message. Mildly edited transcript follows:

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