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Our Better Selves

"If you, or a loved one, suffers serious side effects or death, contact . . ."--oh, I don't know--your friendly, local tort lawyer, who will sue the hell out of Accutane and keep most of the money.

I have done neither, yet, not yet having suffered death. . . .

It isn't always the case, but there seems to be a lot of unscrupulous firms selling products that just might kill us, or a loved one, because one has to take chances, you know, to make an honest buck.  On the other hand, there seems to be a lot of unscrupulous lawyers offering lawsuits that just might screw us, or a loved one, because one has to be greedy, you know, to make an honest buck.

And there are shysters, both selling and suing!  There are unnecessary insurance companies standing between health care providers and patients whose only interest in health care is how to skim off a quarter of the revenue.  Medicare delivers health care at a fraction of that cost, but we have an almost religious belief that the important things is not to deliver health care efficiently, but to see who can make the most money doing it.

A huge share of the enormous cost of delivering health care is eaten up by our philosophical--"religious"--belief that government cannot do anything well, except govern:  lots of people who "hate big government" want to be elected to office.  It is government that manages military, police, and fire protection, provides educational institutions, pays for park systems, builds sewers and water and libraries, protects our food and water and air quality, protects our fisheries, requires that the soil and rivers be preserved, funds science, funds orchestras, provides access to the airwaves . . . , oh, you get the point!

Our heads are screwed up.  We recite the poetry about the good angels of private enterprise, and the prose about how incompetent the public good is.   We can't even leave--for instance--pharmaceutical companies and tort lawyers to go at each other, intent on evisceration, because it affects everyone else.  It isn't just an obscene greed on both sides:  it is our welfare, our money, our health.

Just in case you or a loved one have died.

Our politics--our way of working together, our governing of ourselves--is under attack from the right wing, committed to a scam of public competence, dedicated to a belief that personal greed simply has to be good.

There is some truth that our capitalistic system does, indeed, "harness greed for the common good".  And there is truth, too, that greed needs a harness, and that is why we govern, together.

Accutane does not have our common good at heart.  They have profit in mind.  So do tort lawyers.  They are precisely as greedy as the best of pharmas.

The greed won't go away.  We all have some of it.

But there is more.  That is why we need strong and effective government.

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