Friday, July 20, 2012
Another day, another massacre.
Monday, July 2, 2012
An Open Letter to NBC
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Arizona: The new home of fruits and nuts
Picture this. You are out of milk and bread so you hop in the car, drive to Safeway or 7-11, and as you get out of the car to walk into the store, someone approaches you. They don't want your money. They want your ID. And, they want one other thing. They want proof that you are a legal U.S. resident. What would you do?
That was the scenario facing a large section of the population in Arizona after the kooky governor there and her cronies implemented SB1070, a law that the U.S. Supreme Court has now largely ruled unconstitutional. It was a huge victory for civil rights, a great defeat for racism. And it is a dual message to states and the federal government. It is not up to individual states to decide how to enforce federal immigration laws.
Shortly after the SCOTUS decision was released, Arizona's eccentric governor Jan Brewer took to the airwaves to declare it was a tremendous victory for Arizona. As the day wore on, perhaps her advisers informed her that in reality, it was an overwhelming repudiation of the Arizona law. By the end of the day, Brewer was telling Fox News (of course) that the ruling was "unconscionable." She shifted the blame to President Obama, claiming that his administration had told Arizona to "drop dead." Obama has also come under attack from immigration rights leaders for deporting more illegal immigrants than any other president, including George Bush.
I believe that if there are people in the U.S. living here illegally, then in many cases they should be deported. However I feel more strongly that if those same illegal immigrants have been here for a number of years, have assimilated into American culture, have contributed to society and to their communities, are crime free, attend school, hold down jobs or serve in the military, then steps should be made available to allow them to become legal US citizens and residents. It goes a step beyond what Obama did a few weeks back in announcing plans to allow young immigrants brought here illegally by their parents years ago to stay and be welcomed.
Now back to my question. What would you do if you were stopped by law enforcement and asked to provide documentation to prove you were in the US legally? A driver's license would not work. You would have to present your passport or immigration papers. I don't carry my passport with me and I don't know anyone else who does either. Proving you are in the US legally on a moments notice, no matter who you are, is a dilemma that fortunately has been deemed unconstitutional by the Supreme Court. Now, signs like the one we saw last year on a car in Arizona will hopefully no longer be necessary. That sign read, "Don't Stop Me. I'm not Latino, just tanned."
Friday, June 15, 2012
Lawyers, used car salesmen, and ...
I do have slightly elevated cholesterol that, with a daily low dosage treatment of Simvastatin, is in the exceptionally healthy range and has been for eight years. Simvastatin is so widely used, that it costs less than aspirin ($14 for a year prescription). That's the only medication I take. The most serious medical ailment I have ever had was an appendicitis.
So, you'd think that I could easily get health insurance. Guess again.
After I retired from News10, I had to buy insurance on my own. I started out paying about $2500 per year for coverage from Bupa (a Latin America company) that allowed me to be in the US for up to six months of the year. The deductible is $3000 annually. It is basically catastrophic coverage. In the past four years, I have thankfully never had to use it. Now, my premium has exploded to $5500 per year for the same coverage. And I am shopping around.
I want insurance that will cover me mainly in Mexico, but also in the US when I am here. That rules out your major carriers like Blue Cross and Aetna who do not provide coverage out of the US (even though the cost of health care in Mexico is about one-third of what it is here). So, I need to go with international companies that I had never heard of before. IMG, Azimuth, Best Doctors, etc. Each company has their own way of covering their asses, while not covering mine.
IMG doesn't take at risk clients (cholesterol is a risk). Azimuth would cover me but would exclude any illness or treatment related to elevated cholesterol. Heart attack, stroke, circulatory issues, blood issues, leukemia .. all not covered while I still pay $4500 per year. What the hell good is it? This afternoon, I got the latest results from the Best Doctors application. For a $4400 annual premium, They will insure me with a $5000 deductible for most things but a $20,000 annual deductible for anything related to cholesterol. I am waiting to get further clarification on what anything related to cholesterol would include. But I imagine, it's probably the same list as the one the good folks at Azimuth threw at me.
OK, here's the deal. I hear a lot of people complain about President Obama's health care plan. Probably a lot of those people who are critical already have good health care coverage from work, or worked for some government agency at one time or another and have lifetime coverage with little out of pocket expense, or currently have Medicare. They are the lucky ones. While the criticism in some cases may be warranted, the reality is, something has to be done to open up medical care to the uninsured or under insured. Or better yet, quality affordable health insurance needs to become more readily available.
Last year, a New York Times article reported that for the third year in a row, health insurance companies were enjoying record profits. While any industry deserves to make a profit, the question has to be at what cost is it to its customers? I would like to be one of their customers. And they want me but only if they are assured they will not have to risk anything if I am their customer.
There used to be an old joke about the most unscrupulous profession ... the punch line being something about attorneys and used car salesmen. That's so 1980s. In 2012, it is health insurance executives and the people who try sell their policies, who seemingly care little about the clients, and only about their client's money.
Friday, June 1, 2012
The joy of giving: How much or how many
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
A death and a birth
For decades, there has been one supermarket that has served the entire south end of Puerto Vallarta. And it literally had the best selection of fresh food and imports of any store in the entire city. Gutierrez Rizo Supermarket, known simply as Rizo's to the generations of shoppers there, charged more than anyone else. But, it was convenient, it was local, and it knew its clientele, importing food items from the U.S. that gringos craved for and that you could not find anywhere else in town (think along the lines of horseradish, Libby's canned pumpkin, cranberry sauce). This morning comes word in the PV Mirror that yesterday, Rizo's closed. The employees apparently were told it will not reopen.
Those who live here and have depended on Rizo's have seen a slow decline over the past couple of years. Once a two story market, the upstairs was shut down last year. And the shelves became increasingly bare during this past season. There would be days when you walked in and found three cases of canned bamboo shoots stacked in the middle of the store, but no bread or eggs or beer. Some blame the infiltration of Wal-Mart which now has two super-stores in Puerto Vallarta and began stocking a better selection of products than Rizo's at lower prices. Others blame it on poor management of Rizo's for their apparent inability to modernize while other more trendy grocery stores were opening elsewhere in town. Whatever the reason, a landmark is shuttered, there are no large grocery markets on the south side, and we have lost an icon of what Mexico used to be.
But as Rizo's has died, life resurfaces for a scourge of the tropics. It happens every few years, and apparently, this is one of them. Locals tell us they are June bugs and they are among the most disgusting of insects I have ever encountered and they have once again invaded our neighborhood. They are hard-shelled creatures that fly like mini-bombers, the smaller ones being the size of a dime, the larger ones more like a quarter. They come out at sunset and stick around most of the night. And they must have terrible vision because they are constantly ramming you, ramming the TV if it is on, ramming walls and chairs and anything that is in their path. You close the windows and doors and they still find a way inside. And perhaps the worst thing about them ... they excrete a dark red fluid that looks a lot like blood and leaves a nasty stain. And they've got to be really stupid. They often end up on their backs, and despite the fact they have powerful wings, they don't use them to flip themselves upright. They will remain on their backs for hours, wiggle their legs as if by magic that will upright them. It is not uncommon to wake up in the morning and find an army of them on the patio, appearing as though they are doing calisthenics on their back. The good thing is, they usually don't last much longer than a couple of weeks, but while they are here, they are among the most unwanted creatures we have to endure here.
So yes, it is summer in PV. And unfortunately, we won't be here much longer to enjoy it. Next week, we begin the three day trek northward, leaving behind memories of Rizo's and the crunchy June bugs.
*first photo courtesy of PV Mirror, Puerto Vallarta's leading weekly English language newspaper.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
The Sickness Surrounding the Religious "Right"
Basically, the good pastor ranted and raved for quite some time about filthy homosexuals. He flat out stated that they should be put in camps surrounded by large electric fences, and left to die. His exact words: "Build a great, big, large fence -- 150 or 100 mile long -- put all the lesbians in there. Do the same thing for the queers and the homosexuals and have that fence electrified so they can't get out...and you know what, in a few years, they'll die out...do you know why? They can't reproduce!"
Most logical and compassionate people would view Worley's comments as vile and contemptible. Indeed, several human rights organizations have come forth calling for a protest at the church and the company that hosted his church's website has taken it down. But silent are others who could make an even greater statement against this public call for annihilation of gays and lesbians. Namely, other churches and pastors across America.
With one of their own spewing such rancid hatred and calling for the extermination of an estimated ten percent of the U.S. population, why are we not hearing from other religious organizations condemning such volatile and unlawful actions. The only religious leader that I am aware of who has publicly chastised Worley is Rev. Welton Gaddy, President of Interfaith Alliance.
Speaking to Anderson Cooper on CNN, Gaddy said, "In one fell swoop this angry minister managed to discredit from his pulpit both the Constitution of the United States and the compassion that we find in the bible, and additionally he did a very dangerous thing by planting seeds of hatred in sick minds that in the right circumstances can act on them and do the kind of violence that has no place in our world."
That's all well and good, but where are the Catholics? Where are the Mormons? Where are the Presbyterians? Where are the other so called religious leaders who espouse love and understanding? Their silence on issues such as this can only be interpreted by many as an endorsement of Worley's views and desires (though I am sure others may argue that by addressing Worley, even if as a challenge, it would be legitimizing what he has said).
I do know some pastors who may address this issue in their sermons to their local congregations. Though I have not talked with her, I can imagine a friend of ours in San Diego who leads quite a contemporary congregation would be outraged. These are pastors who do not at all believe in what Worley stands for, and they have been vocal in their own ways to their smaller gatherings. They are to be commended. Still, it would be refreshing if some of them would contact their local TV stations and newspapers before this weekend's services, if indeed they plan to rebel against Worley's hatred. Let them know the public is welcome to hear them lash out against the bigotry and hurt unleashed by this Baptist church. It's the type of public religious backlash against this type of hatred that so far we have not seen.
There's more. In Worley's sermon, he attacked President Obama. He told his parishioners, "I'm not going to vote for a baby killer and a homosexual lover!" That's his prerogative, but since churches, including his, enjoy a tax-exempt status and pay absolutely nothing to keep the government operating, why should those churches have any say in the political process in the U.S.? Clearly, the Constitution calls for a separation of church and state and when religious organizations become advocates for any particular party or issue, they have violated that separation. It is time that the justice department began investigating the influence that tax-exempt religious organizations have on the political process (including the large amounts of cash that the Mormon and Catholic churches put into defeating same-sex marriage in California), and if investigators determine that these organizations are indeed advocates for one party, one candidate, or one issue, their tax-exempt status should be revoked, and they should be taxed on income just like any other business.
And when it comes down to it, isn't that what a lot of religion has become in the U.S.? It is a big business, no longer concerned about helping humanity but rather chastising those who do not fit into their image of what society should be, and by doing so raking in huge amounts of cash. We will likely never stop the lunatic fringe of religion, the so called "religious right," that has permeated part of America. But it would be refreshing to hear more mainstream religious organizations denounce the sermons of hate, and bring some true faith back into what has become a dubious sector of Americana.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Donna Summer: Remembering the Last Dance
It was the late 70s, early 80s, and disco was king. And the gay dance clubs were the center of the universe for the disco divas. And queen among them ... Donna Summer.
It didn't matter if you were in the greatest dance clubs in the world (like Studio 54), or the back alley bars in smaller towns (like Bogie's in Redding, California), inevitably along with Thelma Houston, Viola Wills, The Village People, Soft Cell, and Michael Jackson, Donna Summer would dominate the music. Her timeless anthem "Last Dance" more often than not signaling that it was 1:45 AM and closing time was imminent.
Already popular in Europe, it was the DJs at the gay clubs in the United States that first introduced Donna Summer to the US. From there, her sound moved on to Top 40 AM radio. She was an instant disco star. She had 14 Top 10 hits and four number one hits on Billboards Hot 100.
"Love to Love You," "Hot Stuff," "I Feel Love," "MacArthur Park," "With Your Love," "Heaven Knows," "Dim All the Lights," "On the Radio," "She Works Hard for the Money," all continue to be staples clearly representative of the dance era, and songs that even now receive ample airplay on 70s and classic dance stations.
I do remember with surprise when Donna Summer, the Queen of (Gay) Disco, seemingly turned her back on the community which was largely responsible for her great success. Becoming a born again Christian, she said "AIDS has been sent by God to punish homosexuals." The comments at the time created a huge backlash, and though in later years she apologized, her image remained tarnished among many in the community.
But with her surprise passing today of cancer (which she had kept a secret from the public), I prefer to remember the good times she created. Whether they be on the pulsating high energy dance floor at the Hexagon House at The Woods in Guerneville, the jukebox at Bogie's in Redding, or blaring away on The Big 610 with the top down on the car. May she find peace in her last dance.
Monday, April 30, 2012
One long hard ride
I remember four years ago when we first moved here. A group of residents were walking around the complex with the developer and one raised questions about a hillside he thought looked unstable. Concerned about liability, the resident asked the developer, what happens if a family was walking by the hillside and it fell on them and they died. The developer replied, "Too bad. Their unlucky day." And he was serious. Personal responsibility and fate play a large role in survival here.
So it is with interest that today I read the story of the northern California man who is suing BMW because apparently, after riding a BMW motorcycle, he got an erection. And, it hasn't gone down in 20 months. The guy's name is Henry Wolf, and in the lawsuit filed last week in San Francisco, he claims that he "now is unable to engage in sexual activity, which is causing him substantial emotional and mental anguish." I would have thought just the opposite, but I have never been in his predicament, in fact a long shot from it (pardon the pun).
That claim in itself is a bit suspect, but as we know from Viagra commercials, anyone experiencing an erection for longer than four hours could have a problem. I'm no doctor, but I would think the situation after 20 months would be downright explosive. After a bit of research online, I discovered that in extremely severe cases, amputation is necessary if it won't go down. But, there are several treatments available that Mr. Wolf probably should have sought out long before deciding to sue BMW. A cold shower may be a start.
What is priceless about a story like this are the comments that readers posted online. Among the standouts on the CBS5 website:
It sounds like he has one stiff ride.
This ought to really boost BMW's sales.
Coming to seats near you: "This seat is known to the state of California to cause persistent erections."
He should have whøred himself out for 20 months straight. Had he done that, he would have more than made up for the lost wages with money to spare for ED treatment.
I didn't know BMW made a Woody.
I would be bragging, not suing!
In San Francisco BMW stands for Big Motherfluking Weiner.
I don't think I would want to be on the jury when the "evidence" is "presented".
This story is a hard one to swallow.
How much do you want for that bike?
Sue them!? I'd build them a freaking shrine!!!
BMW= Big Major Woody
On a side note, Mrs. Wolf sent a box of homemade desserts and a thank you card to BMW.
OK, you get the idea. So do I. Americans are understandably skeptical nowadays of the legal system, and this case just solidifies that skepticism. Of all the websites I read, not once did I see anyone write "Oh, that poor man, may God bless him." Frivolous lawsuits have made a joke of the legal system, and the lawyers who file them (and take on the cases) simply bolster the image held by many that it is a sleazy profession (for a small percentage of lawyers it is, but most I know are reputable and honorable).
BMW, which says it has never seen a suit like this, may settle out of court, but I hope they don't. I hope it goes to a jury and I hope the media covers it for the absurdity that it is. And, I hope in the end, BMW sticks it to him.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
"Justice for Trayvon" ... I think not
Friday, April 20, 2012
Beating the System
Friday, March 9, 2012
Surviving the Solar Storm in Mexico
It doesn't take much for the fragile infrastructure here in Mexico to crumble. On a calm mild Sunday afternoon, the electricity will go out. A week after you pay your cell phone bill, you'll get the message that they can't connect your call because there is not enough credit on your account (we'll wait ten minutes, and then miraculously, the call will go through). And at least a couple of times a week, the Internet will just stop working for a few minutes. It's just part of living here. So, when we saw Brian Williams on NBC Nightly News last night (Wednesday) warning that a big solar flare had just occurred and communications and electrical distribution on earth could be impacted, I told Kurt "Well, now they really have an excuse for failures." They did not disappoint. But, perhaps what has happened in the 12 hours since the news broadcast is more of a comedy of errors than a curse of the solar Gods.
A couple of hours after watching the report of the pending solar doom, while sitting on the patio, I saw a flash and heard a boom. Fireworks? No, just a transformer down the hill exploding. While the lights in our condo stayed on, some neighbors lost theirs. There was no power for the elevators nor for the pumps that provide water to the homes here on the hillside. The faucets ran dry within 20 minutes. But since that is not all that unusual, we know the routine ... fill up a couple of jugs of water before we run out. No problem. On with life in Mexico. Well, this time, not quite.
An hour or so later, around 9:30, while I was in the den watching TV, Kurt came in from his office and said the Internet had just gone out. Again, this is a fairly regular occurrence from Telmex. Wait five minutes, and it comes back on. But this time, it didn't. So, that means unplugging the modem, waiting a minute, then plug it back in and it will reset. But again, this time, it didn't. Must be those solar flares, right? But just to make sure, that meant calling Telmex in Mexico City (which is open 24 hours, presumably because somewhere in Mexico the system is failing 24 hours a day), and reporting the problem. That's when I learned the solar flares had claimed another victim last night ... phone service. No dial tone.
I knew I had paid my bill on time, but there was always the chance that Telmex didn't post it. Here, if your bill is due March 7 and it's not paid by midnight, it is turned off on March 8, no warning, no past due notice. So, I went downstairs to our neighbor’s home that we keep an eye on when they are not here, went inside (only to find their power was out), and picked up their phone to call Telmex. But the solar flares had zapped their lines, too. We were isolated. Returning to our home, I picked up the intercom and called security in the lobby. The guard said the phone and Internet were out in the lobby as well. On top of that, the satellite signal for the TV in the gym had been lost. The world was coming to an end. OK, maybe it wasn't that bad, but you get the point.
This morning (Thursday), waking up about 8:00, I pick up the phone. No dial tone. I look at the router. No Internet. I turn on the faucet. YES, WATER! Progress. Then I turned on the TV. The lead story on CNN ... at that moment, the major solar storm was disrupting radio communications. Electric grids and GPS systems could be the next to go. If only I could communicate with them and let them know it is ALREADY happening in Mexico.
My plan for the morning was to talk down the hill into town to get a haircut, but now I would also have to find a payphone that was working to call Telmex. Then the call came from the lobby. It was security telling me that Telmex had stopped by to say they are aware of the problem, there are hundreds of lines that were out, and they were working feverishly to fix it. However, it would take at least 12 hours (that means 24 hours if we're lucky) to restore service. I walked down the hill to not only find two thick cables ripped apart. Hundreds of brightly colored little wires were sticking out of each cable. And no one was working feverishly on it. In fact, there was not a Telmex crew in sight. On my walk back up the hill two hours later, still no one.
And yes, I believe solar flares were likely to blame. Here's my theory, it may have been a solar flare induced power surge that caused the transformer to blow, thus knocking out electricity and water. And, when the electricity company (CFE) sent out one of those big trucks last night to repair the transformer in the dark, it plowed into a telephone pole while backing up. The telephone pole snapped, wires were severed, phone and Internet cut. Just another day of infrastructure failure in Mexico. But at least this time, there was a good reason for it. Those pesky solar flares. Inconvenient? Yes, but I wouldn't trade it for a minute (though some times, heading back to Palm Springs does sound appealing).
Update: 8:45AM Friday. Last night about 9:45, a neighbor called my cell to say that he did not have Internet but did have phone service again, but had the wrong phone number. I checked and we had both Internet and phone, but someone else's number. I walked down the hill and talked with the four guys working on top of two poles (with flashlights). They said they knew the connected some lines incorrectly, but they would rewire them later. This morning, fingers crossed, everything seems to be working. Thanks, Telmess (er, I mean Telmex).
Thursday, February 23, 2012
A Mother's Devotion
I first met Cindy Sheehan in April, 2004, just after her son 24-year-old Casey was killed in Iraq. I was covering Solano County (California) for KXTV, News10, and I was one of the first three reporters to show up at her home in Vacaville (the others were from the two local newspapers). Cindy and her husband Patrick graciously welcomed us. I felt so sad for them, but I was also honored to be there with them. They were so proud of Casey, and they were pleased that his life and sacrifices would be recognized in the local media.
For the next several days, I would visit the Sheehans. Not necessarily to do a story (though there were a few), but just to talk. They were very nice people, and as Cindy later told me, it was a relief to be able to talk with an outsider with whom they felt they could confide in their feelings. Other than notifying them that Casey had died and arranging for his remains to be brought back to his hometown, the military had little contact with the Sheehans.
Shortly before Casey's funeral, Cindy told me that her grief was turning to anger. It became clear that she never really supported the war, but had kept silent about it. Despite her family's wishes, she began to speak publicly about her disdain for President Bush and what she felt was an unnecessary war. It was not long before Cindy's discontent was heard well beyond her hometown of Vacaville. Eventually, she became one of the most vocal and powerful figures against the war in Iraq and against George Bush.
I kept in touch with Cindy over the years. She gave me her private cell phone number, and though she had left Solano County, we would still talk on occasion, mostly about how she was doing and how her life had changed so radically. After leaving News10 four years ago, I lost touch.
So, it is with interest that this week I see that Cindy Sheehan is now being sued by the federal government for failure to pay taxes. She told KXTV that she has not paid taxes since the year Casey was killed. "I feel like I gave my son to this country in an illegal and immoral war. I'll never get him back," Sheehan said. "And, so, if they can give me my son back, then I'll pay my taxes. And that's not going to happen."
Whether you agree with her or not, I give credit her for remaining strong in her convictions, and, as she has proven in the past, she is willing to face jail time to stand up for what she believes are the misgivings of the U.S. government. On her blog she writes, "The Feds have thrown down the gauntlet against someone who has absolutely not one ounce of fear of them, and when it’s over, they’ll know they have been in a fight."
When I first met Cindy, she was in shock. She seemed lost, defeated, not knowing what do to. Her life changed forever then, and through her son's death, she has found a cause and a following. One that she is even more devoted to now as in the days following Casey's death.