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ƃuıʞɔnɟ khriest! What a dumb, stupid, ʎʇʇᴉɥs, pǝʞɔnɟ-up world!
It’s time for a goddamn correction. Luigi Mangione may have murdered. That is wrong on the surface. Horribly wrong. But what is sickening and worse, bordering evil is the industrialized scale of which ordinary Americans paying out the noses for health care are denied claims for life-saving care. I feel one corrupt and evil ʞɔnɟ should be a wake up call for these morons and sʞɔnɟ to change how they do business. Otherwise, we’ll continue to use those words. Words. The very people who are afraid of us saying those words are using words to deny claims. Their words are the ones ACTUALLY MURDERING PEOPLE. Insurance scam companies’ CEOs SHOULD be ƃuıʞɔnɟ scared if they don’t make systemic changes.
This woman was arrested for WORDS.
We should rally for her as much as the guy who actually shot someone. Push back.
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The Bitch Inside
Katie had had it. Finding the big hoop earrings was the last straw. She had suspected her boyfriend of cheating on her for weeks now. He had seemed different. Distracted. She wanted to believe it was all in her head, but the discovery of those gaudy gold hoops under the couch shattered that illusion.
She confronted him as soon as he got home.
“Whose are these?” Katie held up the earrings, her hand trembling.
His face went pale. “Katie, it’s not what it looks like.”
“Oh, it’s not? Then explain why I found these in our apartment! They’re certainly not mine!” She fumed.
He hesitated, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. Finally, he muttered, “They’re… Kayla’s.”
Katie felt her knees go weak. “Kayla? Who the hell is Kayla?”
“She’s… no one. It’s complicated.” He said, his face guilty.
That was all she needed to hear. She shoved him toward the door. “Get out! I don’t care how complicated it is. You’re done. We’re done!”
He protested, begged her to let him explain, but she was done listening. She slammed the door in his face, the earrings still clutched tightly in her hand.
Now, she sat alone on the bed, staring at the hoops. Her anger simmered under the surface, a volcanic pressure building with nowhere to go. The earrings were garish, something she’d never wear. Too loud. Too gaudy. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to throw them out. They felt like a challenge, a taunt from this mysterious Kayla.
“I won’t let you beat me!” She said defiantly, lifting the earrings to her ears and slipping them on.
Almost immediately a warm sensation rippled through her body, causing her to fall to the floor. It started at her earlobes and spreading like molten honey. Her lips tingled and swelled into a plush, glossy pout. Her chest heaved as her breasts grew, her bra barely keeping them at bay. Her nails elongated and became painted.
Katie’s mind raced. Memories that weren’t hers began to seep in. Nights out, cocktails in hand, a man’s hands on her waist, a man’s cock that she deftly bounced up and down on. No, not a man. Her boyfriend. But it wasn’t Katie he was fucking. It was Kayla.
She gasped, clutching her head as her thoughts wavered. “No, this isn’t me. I’m Katie. I’m Katie!”
A sultry laugh echoed in her mind. “Not for long.”
Her hair lightened, strands turning platinum blonde and cascading down her back in silky waves. Her waist tightened, her hips flaring out to an hourglass shape. Her skin darkened to a sun-kissed tan, glowing with an unnatural radiance.
It was becoming clear to her that the earrings had unleashed Kayla, that her boyfriend had been putting the earrings on her as she sleep, freeing the beautiful bitch. More memories of her awakening as Kayla flooded her mind, she was confident, sexy, and she had her boyfriend wrapped around her expect manicured little finger. It felt so fucking good.
Pleasure coursed through her veins, making resistance nearly impossible. She felt her anger and sadness melting into a haze of desire and confidence. Her posture straightened, her lips curving into a knowing smirk.
“No! I won’t let you!” Katie screamed, but her voice sounded distant, as if it belonged to someone else.
Kayla’s voice purred inside her. “Oh, sweetie, you already have. Look at us. Just let go. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”
Katie looked at her mirror, seeing an undeniable babe staring back. Her resolve crumbled as her body trembled with pleasure. “Yes… no… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can. Beg me.” Kayla said coldly, knowing she had won.
“Yessss! I want it! Make me a bitch. Take over. Just take it all!” Katie moaned as she let her mind become absorbed by Kayla.
With that, the transformation was complete. Kayla sat up on the floor and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. It radiated a confidence and sensuality that Katie never possessed. She tilted her head, admiring her perfect features, her superior smirk curling her lips.
She grabbed her phone and dialed a familiar number.
“Hey, babe, I’m back. This time for good. I knew if she put on the earrings instead of you sneaking them on she wouldn’t be able to resist becoming me. I’m in complete control now.” She laughed, a low, throaty sound.
She traced a manicured nail over her perfect tits, her smirk deepening. “Now get over here. Momma needs a fuck and if you’re not fast I’ll just have to find someone else.”
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Sounds like a department on the DOGE chopping block.
Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms.
**We have laws (& 3 amendments) and police. Why do we need the ATF, who also makes separate unofficial/not real laws to legislate against the citizens?
#truth#common sense#government corruption#corruption#big government#ATF#doge#doge is coming#doge is inevitable
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If you ever feel useless, just remember that the United States, the most powerful nation on earth, spent 20 years, trillions of dollars, sacrificed thousands of lives, and went through the administrations of 4 different Presidents—all to replace the Taliban… with the Taliban.
This isn’t just a meme. It’s a reality rooted in history and geopolitics. The War in Afghanistan (2001–2021) stands as a stark reminder of how complex and often futile the pursuit of control and dominance can be, especially when it’s not grounded in understanding local dynamics. According to a report by Brown University’s “Costs of War Project,” the war resulted in over 240,000 deaths and a financial cost of more than $2.3 trillion. Yet, after all this devastation, the Taliban retook control almost immediately after the U.S. withdrawal in 2021.
What does this teach us? That sometimes even the most massive efforts can lead to ironic outcomes if strategy isn’t aligned with the reality on the ground. It’s a lesson we can apply in life, business, and global politics.
But here’s the thing: stories like this are often underrepresented in mainstream narratives.
#democrats#republicans#politics#taliban#american government#2024 presidential election#elections#donald trump#election 2024#us elections#presidential election#us politics#war#war on terror#corruption#government corruption#corrupt politicians#Instagram
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Boeing Killed A Guy!
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hey wanna makeout for 5 hrs while I hump your leg?
#cnc k!nk#cnc free use#rough cnc#cnc somno#ikky kiddo#corruption#bd/sm pet#corruption kink#daddy k!nk#fauxc3st
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It’s the only way they can crash the dollar and revert the country they hate so much to Socialism.
#socialism#communism#democrats#new world order#climate change#republicans#wef#biden#trump#nwo#corruption#Kamala Harris
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Predicting the present
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/12/09/radicalized/#deny-defend-depose
Back in 2018, around the time I emailed my immigration lawyer about applying for US citizenship, I started work on a short story called "Radicalized," which eventually became the title story of a collection that came out in 2019:
https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250228598/radicalized/
"Radicalized" is a story about America, and about guns, and about health care, and about violence. I live in Burbank, which is ranks second in gun-stores-per-capita in the USA, a dubious honor that represents a kind of regulatory arbitrage with our neighboring goliath, the City of Los Angeles, where gun store licensing is extremely tight. If you're an Angeleno in search of a firearm, you're almost certainly coming to Burbank to buy it.
Walking, cycling and driving past more gun stores than I'd ever seen in my Canadian life got me thinking about Americans and guns, a subject that many Canadians have passed comment upon. Americans kill each other, and especially themselves, at rates that baffle everyone else in the world, and they do it with guns. When we moved here, my UK born-and-raised daughter came home from her first elementary school lockdown drill perplexed and worried. Knowing what I did about US gun violence, I understood that while school shootings and other spree killings happened with dismal and terrifying regularity, they only accounted for a small percentage of the gun deaths here. If you die with a bullet in you, the chances are that the finger on the trigger was your own. The next most likely suspect is someone you know. After that, a cop. Getting shot by a stranger out of uniform is something of a rarity here – albeit a spectacular one that captures our imaginations in ways that deliberate or accidental self-slayings and related-party shootings do not.
So I told her, "Look, you can basically ignore everything they tell you during those lockdown drills, because they almost certainly have nothing to do with your future. But if a friend ever says to you, 'Hey, wanna see my dad's gun?' I want you to turn around and leave and get in touch with me right away, that instant."
Guns turn the murderous impulse – which, let's be honest, we've all felt at some time or another – into a murderous act. Same goes for suicide, which explains the high levels of non-accidental self-shootings in the USA: when you've got a gun, the distance between suicidal ideation and your death is the ten feet from the sofa to the gun in the closet.
Americans get angry at people and then, if they have a gun to hand, sometimes they shoot them. In a thread /r/Burbank about how people at our local cinemas are rude and use their phones in which someone posted, "Well, you should just ask them to stop." The reply: "That's a great way to get shot." No one chimed in to say, "Don't be ridiculous, no one would shoot you for asking them to put away their phone during a movie." Same goes for "road rage."
And while Americans shoot people they've only just gotten angry at, they also sometimes plan shooting sprees and kill a bunch of people because they're just generically angry. Being angry about the state of the world is a completely relatable emotion, of course, but the targets of these shootings are arbitrary. Sure sometimes these killings have clear, bigoted targets – mass shootings at Black supermarkets or mosques or synagogues or gay bars – more often the people who get sprayed with bullets (at country and western concerts or elementary schools or movie theaters) are almost certainly not the people the gunman (almost always a man) is angry at.
This line of thought kept surfacing as I went through the immigration process, but not just when I was dealing with immigration paperwork. I was also spending an incredible amount of time dealing with our health insurer, Cigna, who kept refusing treatments my pain doctor – one of the most-cited pain researchers in the country – thought I would benefit from. I've had chronic pain since I was a teenager, and it's only ever gotten worse. I've had decades of pain care in Canada and the UK, and while the treatments never worked for very long, it was never compounded by the kinds of bureaucratic stuff I went through with my US insurer.
The multi-hour phone calls with Cigna that went nowhere would often have me seeing red – literally, a red tinge closing in around my vision – and usually my hands would be shaking by the time I got off the call.
And I had it easy! I wasn't terminally ill, and I certainly wasn't calling in on behalf of a child or a spouse or parent who was seriously ill or dying, whose care was being denied by their insurer. Bernie's 2016 Medicare For All campaign promise had filled the air with statistics (Americans pay more for care and get worse outcomes than anyone else in the rich world), and stories. So many stories – stories that just tore your heart out, about parents who literally had to watch their children die because the insurance they paid for refused to treat their kids. As a dad, I literally couldn't imagine how I'd cope in that situation. Just thinking about it filled me with rage.
One day, as I was swimming in the community pool across the street – a critical part of my pain management strategy – I was struck with a thought: "Why don't these people murder health insurance executives?" Not that I wanted them to. I don't want anyone to kill anyone. But why do American men who murder their wives and the people who cut them off in traffic and random classrooms full of children leave the health insurance industry alone? This is an industry that is practically designed to fill the people who interact with it with uncontrollable rage. I mean, if you're watching your wife or your kid die before your eyes because some millionaire CEO decided to aim for a $10 billion stock buyback this year instead of his customary $9 billion target, wouldn't you feel that kind of murderous rage?
Around this time, my parents came out for a visit from Canada. It was a great trip, until one night, my mom woke me up after midnight: "We have to take your father to the ER. He's really sick." He was: shaking, nauseated, feverish. We raced down the street to the local hospital, part of a gigantic chain that has swallowed nearly all the doctors' practices, labs and hospitals within an hour's drive of here.
Dad had kidney stones, and they'd gone septic. When the ER docs removed the stones, all the septic gunk in his kidneys was flushed into his bloodstream, and he crashed. If he hadn't been in an ER recovery room at the time, he would have died. As it was, he was in a coma for three days and it was touch and go. My brother flew down from Toronto, not sure if this was his last chance to see our dad alive. The nurses and doctors took great care of my dad, though, and three days later, he emerged from his coma, and today, he's better than ever.
But on day two, when we thought he was probably at the end of his life, as my mother sat at his side, holding the hand of her husband of fifty years, someone from the hospital billing department came to her side and said, "Mrs Doctorow, I know this is a difficult time, but I'd like to discuss the matter of your husband's bill with you."
The bill was $176,000. Thankfully, the travel medical insurance plan offered by the Ontario Teachers' Union pension covered it all (I don't suppose anyone gets very angry with them).
How do people tolerate this? Again, not in the sense of "people should commit violent acts in the face of these provocations," but rather, "How is it that in a country filled with both assault rifles and unimaginable acts of murderous cruelty committed by fantastically wealthy corporations, people don't leap from their murderous impulses to their murderous weapons to commit murderous acts?
For me, writing fiction is an accretive process. I can tell that a story is brewing when thoughts start rattling around in my mind, resurfacing at odd times. I think of them as stray atoms, seeking molecules with available docking sites to glom onto. I process all my emotions – but especially my negative ones – through this process, by writing stories and novels. I could tell that something was cooking, but it was missing an ingredient.
Then I found it: an interview with the woman who coined the term "incel." It was on the Reply All podcast, and Alana, a queer Canadian woman explained that she had struggled all her life to find romantic and sexual partnership, and jokingly started referring to herself as "involuntarily celibate," and then, as an "incel":
https://gimletmedia.com/shows/reply-all/76h59o
Alana started a message board where other "incels" could offer each other support, and it was remarkably successful. The incels on Alana's message board helped each other work through the problems that stood between them and love, and when they did, they drifted away from the board to pursue a happier life.
That was the problem, Alana explained. If you're in a support group for people with a drinking problem, the group elders, the ones who've been around forever, are the people who've figured it out and gotten sober. When life seems impossible, those elders step in to tell you, I know it's terrible right now, but it'll get better. I was where you are and I got through it. You will, too. I'm here for you. We all are.
But on Alana's incel board, the old timers were the people who couldn't figure it out. They were the ones for whom mutual support and advice didn't help them figure out what they needed to do in order to find the love they sought. The longer the message board ran, the more it became dominated by people who were convinced that it was hopeless, that love was impossible for the likes of them. When newbies posted in rage and despair, these Great Old Ones were there to feed it: You're right. It will never get better. It only gets worse. There is no hope.
That was the missing piece. My short story Radicalized was born. It's a story about men on a message board called Fuck Cancer Right In the Fucking Face (FCKRFF, or "Fuckriff"), who are watching the people they love the most in the world be murdered by their insurance companies, who egg each other on to spectacular acts of mass violence against health insurance company employees, hospital billing offices, and other targets of their rage. As of today, anyone can read this story for free, courtesy of my publishers at Macmillan, who gave permission for the good folks at The American Prospect to post it:
https://prospect.org/culture/books/2024-12-09-radicalized-cory-doctorow-story-health-care/
I often hear from people about this story, even before an unknown (at the time of writing) man assassinated Brian Thompson, CEO of Unitedhealthcare, the murderous health insurance monopoly that is the largest medical insurer in the USA. Since then, hundreds of people have gotten in touch with me to ask me how I feel about this turn of events, how it feels to have "predicted" this.
I've been thinking about it for a few days now, and I gotta tell you, I have complicated feelings.
You've doubtless seen the outpourings of sarcastic graveyard humor about Thompson's murder. People hate Unitedhealthcare, for good reason, because he personally decided – or approved – countless policies that killed people by cheating them until they died.
Nurses and doctors hate Thompson and United. United kills people, for money. During the most acute phase of the pandemic, the company charged the US government $11,000 for each $8 covid test:
https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/06/137300-pct-markup/#137300-pct-markup
UHC leads the nation in claims denials, with a denial rate of 32% (!!). If you want to understand how the US can spend 20% of its GDP and get the worst health outcomes in the world, just connect the dots between those two facts: the largest health insurer in human history charges the government a 183,300% markup on covid tests and also denies a third of its claims.
UHC is a vertically integrated, murdering health profiteer. They bought Optum, the largest pharmacy benefit manager ("A spreadsheet with political power" -Matt Stoller) in the country. Then they starved Optum of IT investment in order to give more money to their shareholders. Then Optum was hacked by ransomware gang and no one could get their prescriptions for weeks. This killed people:
https://www.economicliberties.us/press-release/malicious-threat-actor-accesses-unitedhealth-groups-monopolistic-data-exchange-harming-patients-and-pharmacists/#
The irony is, Optum is terrible even when it's not hacked. The purpose of Optum is to make you pay more for pharmaceuticals. If that's more than you can afford, you die. Optum – that is, UHC – kills people:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/09/23/shield-of-boringness/#some-men-rob-you-with-a-fountain-pen
Optum isn't the only murderous UHC division. Take Navihealth, an algorithm that United uses to kick people out of their hospital beds even if they're so frail, sick or injured they can't stand or walk. Doctors and nurses routinely watch their gravely ill patients get thrown out of their hospitals. Many die. UHC kills them, for money:
https://prospect.org/health/2024-08-16-steward-bankruptcy-physicians-private-equity/
The patients murdered by Navihealth are on Medicare Advantage. Medicare is the public health care system the USA extends to old people. Medicare Advantage is a privatized system you can swap your Medicare coverage for, and UHC leads the country in Medicare Advantage, blitzing seniors with deceptive ads that trick them into signing up for UHC Medicare Advantage. Seniors who do this lose access to their doctors and specialists, have to pay hundreds or thousands of dollars for their medication, and get hit with $400 surprise bills to use the "free" ambulance service:
https://prospect.org/health/2024-12-05-manhattan-medicare-murder-mystery/
No wonder the public spends 22% more subsidizing Medicare Advantage than they spend on the care for seniors who stick with actual Medicare:
https://theconversation.com/taxpayers-spend-22-more-per-patient-to-support-medicare-advantage-the-private-alternative-to-medicare-that-promised-to-cost-less-241997
It's not just the elderly, it's also the addicted and mentally ill. UHC illegally denies coverage for mental health and substance abuse treatment. Imagine watching a family member spiral out of control, ODing, or ending up on the streets with hallucinations, and knowing that the health insurance company that takes thousands of dollars out of your paycheck refused to treat them:
https://www.startribune.com/unitedhealthcare-will-pay-15-7m-in-settlement-of-denial-of-care-charges/600087607
Unsurprising, the internal culture at UHC is callous beyond belief. How could it not be? How could you go to work at UHC and know you were killing people and not dehumanize those victims? A lawsuit by chronically ill patient whom UHC had denied care for surfaced recorded phone calls in which UHC employees laughed long and hard about the denied claims, dismissing the patient's desperate, tearful pleas as "tantrums" :
https://www.propublica.org/article/unitedhealth-healthcare-insurance-denial-ulcerative-colitis
Those UHC workers are just trying to get by, of course, and the callouses they develop so they can bear to go to work were ripped off by last week's murder. UHC's executive team knows this, and has gone on a rampage to stop employees from leaking their own horror stories, or even mentioning that the internal company announcement of Thompson's death was seen by 16,000 employees, of whom only 28 left a comment:
https://www.kenklippenstein.com/p/unitedhealthcare-tells-employees
Doctors and nurses hate UHC on behalf of their patients, but it's also personal. UHC screws doctor's practices by refusing to pay them, making them chase payments for months or even years, and then it offers them a payday lending service that helps them keep the lights on while they wait to get paid:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=frr4wuvAB6U
Is it any surprise that Reddit's nursing forums are full of nurses making grim, satisfied jokes about the assassination of the $10m/year CEO who ran the $400b/year corporation that does all this?
https://www.thedailybeast.com/leading-medical-subreddit-deletes-thread-on-unitedhealthcare-ceos-murder-after-users-slam-his-record/
We're not supposed to experience – much less express – schadenfreude when someone is murdered in the street, no matter who they are. We're meant to express horror at the idea of political violence, even when that violence only claims a single life, a fraction of the body count UCH produced under Thompson's direction. As Malcolm Harris put it, "'Every life is precious' stuff about a healthcare CEO whose company is noted for denying coverage is pretty silly":
https://twitter.com/BigMeanInternet/status/1864471932386623753
As Woody Guthrie wrote, "Some will rob you with a six-gun/And some with a fountain pen." The weapon is lethal when it's a pistol and when it's an insurance company. The insurance company merely serves as an accountability sink, a layer of indirection that lets a murder happen without any person being the technical murderer:
https://profilebooks.com/work/the-unaccountability-machine/
I don't want people to kill insurance executives, and I don't want insurance executives to kill people. But I am unsurprised that this happened. Indeed, I'm surprised that it took so long. It should not be controversial to note that if you run an institution that makes people furious, they will eventually become furious with you. This is the entire pitch of Thomas Piketty's Capital in the 21st Century: that wealth concentration leads to corruption, which is destabilizing, and in the long run it's cheaper to run a fair society than it is to pay for the guards you'll need to keep the guillotines off your lawn:
https://memex.craphound.com/2014/06/24/thomas-pikettys-capital-in-the-21st-century/
But we've spent the past 40 years running in the other direction, maximizing monopolies, inequality and corruption, and gaslighting the public when they insist that this is monstrous and unfair. Back in 2022, when UHC was buying Change Healthcare – the dominant payment network for hospitals, which would allow UHC to surveil all its competitors' payments – the DOJ sued to block the merger. The Trump-appointed judge in the case, Carl Nichols – who owned tens of thousands of dollars in UHC bonds – ruled against the DOJ, saying that it would all be fine thanks to United's "culture of trust and integrity":
https://www.thebignewsletter.com/p/the-antitrust-shooting-war-has-started
We don't know much about Thompson's killer yet, but he's already becoming a folk hero, with lookalike contests in NYC:
https://twitter.com/CollinRugg/status/1865472577478553976
And gigantic graffiti murals praising him and reproducing the words he wrote on the shell casings of the bullets he used to kill Thompson, "delay, deny, depose":
https://www.tumblr.com/radicalgraff/769193188403675136/killin-fuckin-ceos-freight-graff-in-the-bay
I get why this is distasteful. Thompson is said to have been a "family man" who loved his kids, and I have no reason to disbelieve this. I can only imagine that his wife and kids are shattered by this. Every living person is the apex of a massive project involving dozens, hundreds of people who personally worked to raise, nurture and love them. I wrote about this in my novel Walkaway, as the characters consider whether to execute a mercenary sent to kill them, whom they have taken hostage:
She had parents. People who loved her. Every human was a hyper-dense node of intense emotional and material investment. Speaking meant someone had spent thousands of hours cooing to you. Those lean muscles, the ringing tone of command — their inputs were from all over the world, carefully administered. The merc was more than a person: like a spaceship launch, her existence implied thousands of skilled people, generations of experts, wars, treaties, scholarship and supply-chain management. Every one of them was all that.
But so often, the formula for "folk hero" is "killing + time." The person who terrorizes the people who terrorize you is your hero, and eventually we sanitize the deaths, and just remember them as fighters for justice. If you doubt it, consider the legend of Robin Hood:
https://twitter.com/mcmansionhell/status/1865554985842352501
The health industry is trying to put a lid on this, palpably afraid that – as in my story "Radicalized" – this one murderer will become a folk hero who inspires others to acts of spectacular violence. They're insisting that it's unseemly to gloat about Thompson's death. They're right, but this is an obvious loser strategy. The health industry is full of people whose deaths would be deplorable, but not unsurprising. As Clarence Darrow had it:
I’ve never wished a man dead, but I have read some obituaries with great pleasure.
Murder is never the answer. Murder is not a healthy response to corruption. But it is healthy for people to fear that if they kill people for greed, they will be unsafe. On December 5 – the day after Thompson's killing – the health insurer Anthem announced that it would not pay for anesthesia for medical procedures that ran long. The next day, they retracted the policy, citing "outrage":
https://www.cnn.com/2024/12/05/health/anthem-blue-cross-blue-shield-anesthesia-claim-limits/index.html
Sure, maybe it was their fear of reputation damage that got them to decide to reverse this inhumane, disgusting, murderous policy. But maybe it was also someone in the C-suite thinking about what share of the profits from this policy would have to be spent on additional bodyguards for every Anthem exec if it went into effect, and decided that it was a money-loser after all.
Think about hospital exec Ralph de la Torre, who cheerfully testified to Congress that he'd killed patients in pursuit of profit. De la Torre clearly doesn't fear any kind of consequences for his actions. He owns hospitals that are filled with tens of thousands of bats (he stiffed the exterminators), where none of the elevators work (he stiffed the repair techs), where there's no medicine or blood (he stiffed the suppliers) and where the doctors and nurses can't make rent (he stiffed them too). De La Torre doesn't just own hospitals – he also owns a pair of superyachts:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/28/5000-bats/#charnel-house
It is a miracle that so many people have lost their mothers, sons, wives and husbands so Ralph de la Torre could buy himself another superyacht, and that those people live in a country where you can buy an assault rifle, and that Ralph de la Torre isn't forced to live in a bunker and travel in a tank.
It's a rather beautiful sort of miracle, to be honest. I like to think that it comes from a widespread belief by the people of this country I have since become a citizen of, that we should solve our problems politically, rather than with bullets.
But the assassination of Brian Thompson is a wake-up call, a warning that if we don't solve this problem politically, we may not have a choice about whether it's solved with violence. As a character in "Radicalized" says, "They say violence never solves anything, but to quote The Onion: that's only true so long as you ignore all of human history":
https://prospect.org/culture/books/2024-12-09-radicalized-cory-doctorow-story-health-care/
#pluralistic#unitedhealthcare#assassination#execution#violence#murder#science fiction#radicalized#health insurance#m4a#medicare for all#Brian Thompson#guns#cancer#corruption#usausausa#torment nexus
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September 2024 - Huge banners were dropped in New York City reading "F🔻CK YOU ADAMS", "NO COP CITY IN QUEENS", and "THIS MEANS WAR", against the plans of Democratic NYC Mayor (and ex-cop) Eric Adams to spend 225 million dollars on a new police training center in the city. Coincidentally, the homes and offices of the NYPD commissioner and a whole bunch of city officials appointed by Mayor Adams have been raided by the FBI this week for corruption. [link]/[link]
#nyc#new york city#stop cop city#new york#usa#banner#queens#corruption#eric adams#nypd#police#acab#anti-police
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The enemy within needs to be found, arrested, tried, and - when publicly convicted - hung on site. These people have embezzled our tax dollars, used their positions for personal gain, exploited men, women, and children, trafficked humans and drugs, and sold our country out. I’m not paying for those traitorous asshats to live in a max security prison for life.
We hang traitors. Line ‘em up.
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Do we need a reset?
#2024 presidential election#elections#election 2024#us elections#presidential election#election day#politics#democrats#republicans#kamala harris#donald trump#american government#corruption#government corruption#healthcare#black lives matter#taxes#war#global warming
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Can you even tell the difference between real life and your fucked up fantasy anymore?
When Porn is the only thing on your mind where does your perversion end?
Ruin your life for Porn!
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uh oh!
#woof woof#memes#corruption#nsft#nsft meme#waiter waiter meme#lesbian#toxic yuri#t4t#snuffposting#500+#my memes
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