Samuel L. Jackson says… WTFU (audio NSFW)
One thousand times YES.
Paul Krugman, Policy and the Personal
In fact, almost everyone following the situation now realizes that Germany’s austerity obsession has brought Europe to the edge of catastrophe — almost everyone, that is, except the Germans themselves and, it turns out, the Romney economic team.
Needless to say, this bodes ill if Mr. Romney wins in November. For all indications are that his idea of smart policy is to double down on the very spending cuts that have hobbled recovery here and sent Europe into an economic and political tailspin.
Paul Krugman, We Don’t Need No Education
Additional Occupy Wall Street demonstrators are coming forward to allege they were targeted by police officers executing old bench warrants for minor violations in order to collect intelligence about the May Day protests this week.
Executing old warrants—no matter how minor—is legal. But legal experts say the tactic becomes illegal if it is done solely to investigate political activity…
I’m tempted to donate to the NYCLU each time I read one of these stories.
It’s all in the shades.
(Personal note: Liking this photo could imply that I wish 2008 went differently. I do not. I voted for Obama in the NY Primary and stand by that choice. I think Clinton is doing an excellent job as Secretary of State. And this diptych is awesome.)
After this (appropriately) provocative image appeared on my dashboard, I clicked through to read the cover story. The author’s personal encounter with the new legislation, which she describes in detail, left me with a realization of this despair: laws like these remove the care from health care.
Carolyn Jones, ‘We Have No Choice’:
The doctor and nurse were professional and kind, and it was clear that they understood our sorrow. They too apologized for what they had to do next. For the third time that day, I exposed my stomach to an ultrasound machine, and we saw images of our sick child forming in blurred outlines on the screen.
“I’m so sorry that I have to do this,” the doctor told us, “but if I don’t, I can lose my license.” Before he could even start to describe our baby, I began to sob until I could barely breathe. Somewhere, a nurse cranked up the volume on a radio, allowing the inane pronouncements of a DJ to dull the doctor’s voice. Still, despite the noise, I heard him. His unwelcome words echoed off sterile walls while I, trapped on a bed, my feet in stirrups, twisted away from his voice.
“Here I see a well-developed diaphragm and here I see four healthy chambers of the heart…”
I closed my eyes and waited for it to end, as one waits for the car to stop rolling at the end of a terrible accident.