Thursday, September 3, 2009

The Ted Kennedy Health Care Plan

Hello all. Apologies for the extensive absence.

With all the misinformation flying around from the Republicans and the health “insurance” industry (AKA the American Mafia) about President Obama’s health care plan, I thought it was time to put more than two cents in.

Let’s make one thing clear first. If you (or someone you know) has cancer; heart disease; diabetes; HIV/AIDS; leukemia; Down’s Syndrome; Alzheimer’s; epilepsy; mental health problems; hepatitis; hemophilia; cirrhosis; are on dialysis; or any other illness, syndrome, infection, etc. then you have a pre-existing condition. Period.

Hell, life is a pre-existing condition. I’m surprised the insurance companies haven’t cashed in on this: they could deny everybody care with this simple truth. You are born, thus you get ill. If you were never born, this couldn’t have happened, right? Now, that doesn’t mean that the dead or the un-dead can get coverage; they, too, were at one point living. Not that I’ve ever seen a vampire in the emergency room because an amateur forgot which side the heart was on when they drove in the wooden stake.

But I digress.

If you, for some reason, lose your current health care coverage, your pre-existing conditions most likely will not be covered by your new insurance provider. Aside: why are they called “providers” when all too often they deprive? Chew on that for a bit - just don’t choke - may not be covered.

It is time to cut the health insurance companies out like a cancer. That’s the best analogy for them. They endanger the health - physical, mental, emotional and financial - of the people of this country. You could try radiation therapy, but I'm afraid they are as immune to this as cockroaches.

Every time they deny an expensive or experimental procedure, they put the burden on the patient. If you don’t have the money - having expected your health insurance to cover it - you either struggle to pay or default.

If you default, it sets off a chain of events. First, your credit rating plummets. This could affect getting loans, renting an apartment, buying a car or home. The negative credit will linger over your head and your life for seven years.

Second, the hospital and doctors will attempt collection. If that fails, it will be sent to an agency. You will get phone calls and letters pressuring you, sometimes in threatening terms, to pay your outstanding debt. Not great for your mental health.

Almost makes you wish you’d taken your chances by not having the procedure done, doesn’t it? Or at least saved your money by not handing it over to the insurance company. Like I said, the American Mafia. Pay up, and we’ll protect you. Can’t be responsible for what happens if you don’t. Capisce?

Canada, the United Kingdom, France, Norway, Spain - even Cuba - have national heath care. Despite the fear tactics being employed by those opposed to you being healthy, citizens of those nations are, for the most part, quite pleased with the system.

As for being socialized medicine, what’s wrong with that? According to the Declaration of Independence, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”

When you are sick, are you happy? I suppose finding a commode could be considered the pursuit of that status, but does it really seeking happiness, or merely relief? I guarantee those who have to put up with you aren’t overjoyed.

By the way, isn’t health an integral part of life? Oh, yes. I mentioned that above. Life is a pre-existing condition. Thus, it seems self-evident to me that all persons have a right to health care to preserve that life as best as possible. There is no guarantee that you will keep living forever - death is, eventually, a constant. But why die when it could be avoided with medical care? And why die because you couldn’t afford it.

How many rich people live longer lives because they have solid health insurance? Do they care if you, too, could live a better life? Of course not. Elitism includes access to the best care, while the huddled masses die in the streets like rats. Enough where they came from.

So why are you letting them tell you to reject Obama’s health care? Rush Limbaugh is eventually going to have a massive coronary due to his abundant size and drug abuse. You can be sure he has doctors and heart surgeons at his beck and call. Dick Cheney’s already proven that by having money - i.e., power - one gets what they need. Can you? You think? Really? Guess again.

As a point of fact, this country, the states, and cities have been playing “socialist” as far back as the late 19th century. Gasp! Horrors! Take a look at how socialism has infiltrated our nation long before there was Communism:

Public Education: Even those who don’t have children, or their kids are no longer in school, pay taxes to fund the school system. Not that education in America these days is on par with the rest of the civilized world. But imagine how many more stupid and ignorant people there would be if they couldn’t learn to read or write without having the financial ability. Can you say a thousand years of George W. Bush’s? I knew you could.

Emergency Services: would you prefer to have to pay for the police, fire department or paramedics to come to your rescue? Your tax dollars pay for those services, whether you need them or not. Of course, you better have good insurance, or you’ll be paying for that ambulance. And the EMT’s. And the Emergency Room visit...

Veteran’s Health Administration: This is socialized health care. Your esteemed (elite) Congress men and women, as well as the President and his cabinet, get the same type of health care. For the rest of their unnatural lives. No wonder they don’t want you to have it. As I mentioned, elitism. Aren’t you glad you paid for Dick Cheney’s pacemaker?

Transportation: Our highway and interstate infrastructure was paid for by - you guessed it - YOU. And me. And every other tax payer. I won’t imply that the wealthiest Americans have managed to hide so much of their money, in addition to getting tax cuts, that they aren’t paying their fair share. Who cares - they take private jets, not cars. Why pay if you don’t use it? That also includes Amtrak (which lost a great deal of funding).

Postal Service: You think your ever-rising in cost stamps are paying for the U.S. Postal Service to operate? Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Clause, but no, your pitiful few letters are not enough to fund the USPS. In fact, as more people are using email, text messages, and paying bills online, only the die-hard romantics and collection agencies still send letters. You remember, those sweet love notes telling you to pay the $50,000 you owe for that bypass surgery or we’ll take it all back?

Oh. One more thing. When you pay your health insurance premiums, that money goes into a pool. When somebody has a claim (and it’s paid), the money comes out of that pool. Some of that might even be yours. If you have to file a claim, it too comes from that same pool, even if it isn’t “your” money.

Obama’s plan includes preventative and wellness care and education, something lacking in this country for far too long. If you learn how to take better care of yourself, or catch an issue earlier through testing, don’t you think you’d have a better chance of dodging the bullet? Detect a tiny malignant cancer soon enough, it will never become the size of a basketball. And yes, there are documented cases of tumors that size or larger.

If you don’t care about yourself, what of your family and friends? I won’t ask you to extend your compassion to strangers - what have they done for you lately? I’m sure not even Mother Theresa gave a damn about you when she was alive, and even less so these days. To be honest, she worried about everybody who was suffering. Even you.

I hope I’ve been able to enlighten and entertain as well as educate you. And I hope you will use that muscle between your ears and think before you make a fool of yourself at the next town hall meeting.

Thanks for reading.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Back to the Basics


It's been over 28 years since the first AIDS cases hit America. HIV infections in this country continue to rise. Nationwide, black men and women represent the greatest rate of increase in new infections, yet here in Austin, Texas that is currently held by young gay men 24 years old and younger.

With Texas being a deep red state, and our Governor, George W. Bush II (oops, that's Rick Perry), standing firm on so-called "Christian" values by not allowing proper sex education to be taught to the children of this state, things can only get worse.

Me and a few others have been tossing around an idea of late. We are planning to start an Austin area HIV Speakers Bureau. It will be comprised of men and women living openly with HIV/AIDS who want to put faces on this disease. By being honest about our status, we hope to educate, raise awareness, encourage safer sex, put out a message of prevention while also standing up to the stigma which has surrounded this illness from the beginning.

We already have a heterosexual man who was infected through a cut in his hand while rescuing an HIV-positive woman from a car accident. Soon we will start recruiting a diverse group of people to join us.

In advance of our actually going forward, a preliminary website has been built. Feel free to visit and bookmark it, especially if you are in the Austin, Texas area. We hope to have a good group of speakers who can talk at public schools, colleges & universities, businesses, community events and more.

http://austin-hiv-speakers.us/

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

About Bobby Griffith

If you haven't heard of Bobby Griffith, or his mother Mary, then you should. Bobby was a young man of twenty who ended his life August 27, 1983. That's four days after my 18th birthday. Bobby had spent the previous four years trying desperately to get his by-the-Book mother, Mary, to accept him for who he was - a gay man.

Mary tried just as desperately to get Bobby to pray to God to cure him of this sin. Bobby tries to please his mother, but the constant barrage of being told that he's going to Hell becomes too much for him to bear.

Lifetime Television recently released their film, based on the book Prayers for Bobby. The book includes excerpts from the diary Bobby kept, writing about his feelings about being gay and how it hurt him to know his mother couldn't accept him. It stars Sigourney Weaver as Mary Griffith in a performance that proves that Siggy's still got it. I hope she gets nominated at least for an Emmy for this role.

You can order the book from Amazon, or purchase the digital movie from Apple's iTunes store.




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Share this with family and friends who need to understand that being gay is not a sin or a sickness. It's who we are. In the words of Mary Griffith, "Before you echo Amen in your home or place of worship, think and remember. A child is listening."

Thursday, May 7, 2009

A message from a frog about pigs


Hey ho! Kermit the frog here.

I want to ask all of you to stop blaming pigs for the recent flu panic. Miss Piggy is terrified that you want to make bacon of something without cause or reason. It's not her fault that you people are always scared of the littlest things. We live in the land of the free and the home of the brave and the slightest noise sends you all scurrying for cover!

The flu outbreak from 1918 to 1920 killed 20-100 million people worldwide. And this new one has killed what? less than 500. Not thousand. Not million. Under five HUNDRED. And yet you panic, want to kill the pigs and the Mexicans? Home of the brave my cute little green ass!

I'm a frog and I was brave enough to face down Doc Hopper! He wanted me dead. Did I let that stop me from chasing the rainbow to find my dream? No. With the help of Fozzie the Bear and all the rest of my new-found friends, we hammed it up and made all our dreams come true! Sorry Piggy about the ham bit.

>cough<

Sorry. Me in my throat. Just a little frog humor there. Heh.

Anyway, stop putting the fault on the pigs. There's birds and humans involved in that flu, too. If you people would stop trying to make pigs fly with all that genetic manipulation crap, maybe you wouldn't have all these horrible diseases that you caused.

>cough< >cough< >COUGH<

Must be that fly I had for breakfast trying to come back up. Determined little bugger, isn't he?

You are always talking about putting lipstick on a pig like it's a bad thing, too. My dear Miss Piggy looks gorgeous, and her Pretty Piggy in Pink lipstick looks marvelous on her. You say that pigs stink, that they are fat and disgusting, and that they roll around in mud all day. My gal is about to go kung fu karate pig on the whole lot of you.

>cough< >cough< >COUGH< >COUGH< >COUGH< >COUGH< >COUGH< >COUGH<

Uh >COUGH< oh. >COUGH<

Damn that pig! Why the fuck did I have to >COUGH< kiss that swine! >COUGH< >COUGH<

I think I'm >COUGH< going to >COUGH< croak.

>COUGH< >COUGH< >COUGH< >COUGH< >COUGH< >COUGH< >COUGH< >COUGH< >COUGH< >COUGH<

Ribbit. >COUGH<

Uuuuhhhh...

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Dawn of Darkness

It was 1981. July. The first indications of what was to come began to appear. Eight young gay men had died, all exhibiting signs of having a malignant form of a cancer previously only seen in very old Italian men. The lesions were due to Kaposi Sarcoma. There was also a drastic increase in cases of the rare Pneumocystis carinii pneumonia (PCP) in both California and New York.

This was the dawn of AIDS. But unlike the rising of the sun, this signaled a darkness that still hangs over this nation and the world like a heavy cloak. Death’s black cape.

I remember I was on summer break during High School when the first reports began to trickle in. There was no information, but they were all certain that this was a gay cancer. Nobody else need worry. As a young man still questioning his sexuality - though knowing in my heart the answer full well - this news terrified me. I had no idea that the proverbial shit was about to hit the fan.

The news erupted from every pulpit like a volcano. Ignorance fueled fear, fear begat anger, arrogance begat condemnation and damnation. Anger became hatred became verbal and physical attacks on the entire gay community. Religion had found it's holy sword and would help God wipe every faggot off the face of the earth with glee.

Vesuvius could not have destroyed as many lives as the Christians did. They didn't turn the other cheek - they turned their backs. They did not show the compassion of Christ, they drove us out like lepers on the streets of Nazareth. Not a one called for reason to prevail, or for hearts to open up to those who were suffering.

They made a bad situation much worse.

Gays were hunted down like wolves, blamed for all that was wrong in America. This disease was "God's punishment" for the sins against nature, a statement affirmed by then-President Ronald Reagan. Thank you, Bonzo, for your rational assessment of a health crisis. People were dying and there was celebrations in the churches, pleased with what was happening to the 'homosexuals.'

Even though I didn't yet identify as gay, I saw no rational way that a cancer could target gay men unless being gay was genetic. What an outrageous contradiction for those who believe any disease could attach to a select group to turn around and say gay people "choose" the lifestyle. I knew in my heart that one day the proof would appear. It would begin to show up in the non-gays, too. Then the hate would disappear and compassion would return.

I thought too soon. In 1982, after "gay cancer" and "gay plague" segued to GRID and then AIDS, a classmate of mine came to school wearing a t-shirt dripping with hate. The image burned itself into my memories so deeply that I have forgotten the face of the guy who wore it. Emblazoned on the front was a log reminiscent of the old RAID bug spray. Only it didn't say RAID, it read AIDS. And the catchy slogan was replaced with one far more repulsive: "Kills fags dead!"

I felt like the roaches running away from the can in the commercials. But I couldn't run. I couldn't speak. I just stood there, closing my eyes wishing it would all go away. But while the shirt was gone when I reopened my eyes, the trail of laughter that followed it still rang in my ears. That people found the shirt amusing was as abhorrent as the shirt itself. That the school administrators didn't send the boy home with a suspension or even expulsion is beyond belief.

More people were dying, 'experts' were talking, but still no real facts. The only thing one could be sure of was that nothing was sure. Fear that close contact, drinking from the same glass, kissing - even sitting on a toilet seat or breathing the same air - could pass this disease on to another person continued to rise. People became afraid to touch because they might catch whatever this thing was. And touch is the most important thing to a person who is suffering from an unknown and untreatable ailment.

If the world sat in fear, how much more afraid were those who faced certain death? Or knew they would have to face it alone?

The silence was deafening. The roar of the mob mentality even more so.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

A Face of AIDS

Since leaving a bad relationship in 2000, I've been wanting to do more to raise awareness about HIV/AIDS. My long-term partner had practically silenced me for thirteen long years, so I had a lot of catching up to do. He also pushed me back in the closet as a gay man; to our friends and coworkers, we were nothing more than 'roommates.'

I'm glad that is over. Never make the mistake I did by letting somebody tell you they love you while smothering your passions.

In August 2000, I founded the GLBT Professional Network at Texas A&M University. Most of the queers in the Bryan/College Station and Texas A&M community thought it was futile. I wasn't willing to accept defeat before at least trying.

I managed to get almost immediate approval from then Dean of Faculties Janis Stout. She wasn't sure how to get the organization recognized officially, but told us to act as if we were. Anybody complained could talk to her. Of course, I knew Janis when she was a Professor in the English Department where I worked as computer IT support, so knew I could talk with her as a friend.

On March 12, 2001 we received official recognition as a Texas A&M faculty & staff organization from then-President Ray Bowen. A new milestone had been reached for the gay community, and this time without taking ten years in court.

It had already been decided by the group that, as founder, I would serve as first President, a role I knew I was not yet ready for. In May I was elected in that same role for another year. I know I made mistakes, but the transition had begun. I did my best to lead the organization in recruitment of members through social events and what we dubbed "hot topics".

In June 2002 I spoke to members of the GLBT Professional Network as well as anybody from A&M and the community that were interested about my life. It was titled "A Decade and a Half: Living with HIV/AIDS". I had made note cards with the exact words I wanted to say printed on them. I read them in a stilted, nervous manner. Rarely did my eyes leave the cards. Obviously, I was not ready to speak in public, but by forcing myself, was on the right path.

I was later invited to speak to a sorority group about the same topic. I was becoming known. As the only "out" positive person on campus, people wanted to hear what I had to say.

As I was planning my departure from B/CS, I attended a screening of the AIDS documentary film "A Closer Walk" at A&M. There were not that many in attendance, but more than I expected there to be. At the end, the moderator took questions from the audience. I sat and listened, wanting to see if there were any ignorant or tasteless ones. To my amazement and pleasure, there were none, but nothing hard-hitting, either. All the questions were asked by people who remained seated.

I decided it was time for me to say something. When I was called upon, I stood. With a load, clear voice I said, "I stand because somebody has to, and I suppose that somebody is me, because I have AIDS." I felt every set of eyes fixated on me, and every ear turned to listen. I talked about how important it was to be heard and seen, how we who are living with this can look no different from anybody else. The entire audience listened, and applauded when I was done.

At the end, a young woman approached me. "That was very brave of you." she told me. I looked at her and replied, "Was it bravery, or necessity? Because I believe it's more the latter than the former." She nodded in silent agreement and took that thought with her.

In 2006 I was invited to participate as a panelist for a World AIDS Day symposium at Texas A&M. I was also interviewed by the Bryan television station KBTX earlier that day. While it was mangled a bit by the reporter, taking some parts out of context, my grandmother approved. That alone meant the world to me.

The next year I did a phone interview for the Bryan Eagle, the paper back in B/CS. Mind you, I'd been in Austin since late March 2004, and was in Italy the first half of the month. Yet I was still being asked to be a voice and a face for HIV/AIDS in the Brazos Valley.

One thing I have been doing since moving to Austin is trying to become a face for AIDS here. Every year since I got to this city I've worn a t-shirt of my own design for AIDS Walk. The first year was a design I already had. But then I decided to put my face on the shirts.



I'm already planning my new shirt for 2009.


I hope that by being more visible and more vocal I can raise awareness and reduce the stigma that has surrounded this disease from the beginning. As the stigma fades, the fear will no longer keep those of us living with it in hiding. And then we can work together to put a stop to this disease for good.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

What is happening

I am currently in the slow and tedious process of migrating my posts from a variety of other blog sites to here. I will also be including writings to friends which I feel are well-suited for my blog. Please forgive the sparseness of it. There is far more yet to come, both old and new.

Dave

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