Showing posts with label Socialism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Socialism. Show all posts

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Here's another Danish anecdote for Bernie

by Kim D.

Did you catch the latest CNN debate night with Senators Ted Cruz and Bernie Sanders?  If you missed it, I highly encourage you to view the debate in its entirety. The subject was tax reform and one of the key moments of the debate was when Senator Cruz asked a basic question: "What is the difference between a Democrat and a Socialist on taxes? Senator Sanders' response was very telling: "I don't know the answer to that."

It would lead one to believe that perhaps the Democrat party has moved so far to the left that it has adopted many tenants of the Socialist belief system. If you agree with Sanders, that some live high on the hog and aren't paying their fair share, then you will probably view the debate as a win for the senator from Vermont. If you don't agree with these notions, you are closer to Cruz's conservative viewpoint that government is way too big, constantly choosing the winners and losers, and denying opportunity for any of us who weren't fortunate to be born into or luck into the American elite.

As tax related, several points in the debate turned to health care reform. Senator Sanders promotes a single-payer system and uses mainly emotional and ethical argument strategies, leaving out an important concept and rhetorical tool: logic (the facts and statistics that support emotional and ethical appeals). Many times he makes blanket statements, like every other modern society in the world provides health care as a right. He often points to Democrat Socialist societies as models to follow, and often the country highlighted is Denmark.

After Ted Cruz gave hard facts and statistics about average wait times in Denmark's health care system, Bernie's rebuttal was to call up the Danish questioner who gave anecdotal evidence that when his mother had cancer her treatment wait time was a matter of days, not weeks. And, this one instance which certainly isn't an "average" gave the Bernie Bros tons of ammunition to declare that Sanders had crushed Cruz on this topic point. However, anecdotal evidence in the absence of facts is rather flimsy.

Here's another anecdote for Bernie to consider. We have a family friend with dual citizenship in the United States and Denmark.  While he was able to live and be educated in the States as a young man, he chose to go back to Denmark, marry and live on a family farm, and raise two children. Over the years, he saw little opportunity and reward for his hard work and investment. As one of the largest welfare states, Denmark confiscates a large tax from its citizens and in return gives free health care, child care, education, etc. (see charts below).  However, the corporate tax rate is much lower than the individual burden.

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But enough about facts, let's go back to the emotional appeal of a personal anecdote for Bernie. I met our friend Johann in 2002, well before he was being taxed at an average of 60%. He was in his 50s then and in great health not having to rely on much health care but admitted he loved the fact that his children were receiving free college. However, things soon changed. He separated from his wife and eventually divorced with the stipulation that she buy his interest in the family farm. He took contracts with American oil and gas companies which would send him all over the world working on projects as an environment clean-up specialist. I liken his role to that of the one who makes sure when oil and gas is extracted, it is done so in a way as to leave the smallest environmental footprint.

He basically is an international agent, not beholden to any one country and free to keep the majority of what he earns. However, as a Danish citizen he still has rights, one of them being free health care. Curious thing though, as he has aged, he doesn't use Denmark's free health care and opts to cash pay for services here in the United States, like laser eye surgery, repair to his ACL after an accident, and several cosmetic upgrades (facelift and liposuction).  I know this because he comes to Houston for these services and stays with us during the recovery process.

After the ACL issue, where he elected to wear a boot for pain reduction until he could get to the States for corrective surgery, I asked why he didn't hop over to Denmark and receive this service for free. With a disgusted shake of his head, he simply replied that the wait-time was too long and the quality of surgeons in Houston far surpassed those of his home country.  There's an anecdote that is just as strong as the one Bernie touted as evidence that his notions about Denmark were, in fact, on the mark.

Bernie touts Denmark as offering high quality of health care for free and would like to see America following suit. However when faced with the question of how the United States would pay for a single-payer health system, Sanders admitted nothing is for free. Someone has to pay for it, meaning every able bodied working American, not just the wealthy 1 percent.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Tetherball: How I had my first brush with Socialism.

by Angela K. Durden

Sixth Grade. East Point, Georgia. Church Street Elementary. The year was...well, never mind. Suffice it to say, me and Socialism have never gotten along. In one way or another since then, I've fought against it with vigor. Here's the story of my first brush with it. 

This is a picture of kids playing tetherball
somewhere in 1973 Texas. [Source: Wiki Commons]


Miss Chapman introduces the class to this new sport called tetherball. A ball on a rope is attached to a pole. Two people smack the ball in opposing directions, each attempting to wrap the rope around the pole until there is no more rope left. That person is then declared the winner of that match. 

Miss Chapman tells us that whoever wins the match will play until he loses. Simple enough. Sounded fair. Everybody agreed it was an awesome concept. One-on-one play. Mano y mano. 

You will have to read Twinkle, a memoir to discover why I was always the new girl in class; this year was no different. It had been a tougher than normal year at home. 5th Grade had been most horrendous. We had moved yet again. And Mother was in the process of leaving forever her abusive second husband for about the gabillionth time only to return two days later because she missed him so very much. Unneeded drama was nonstop. I was mad. 



Little wonder I took joy where I could find it. 


So there I am. Taking joy waiting my turn to test myself one-to-one against an individual. I step up and within just a few smacks of the ball, I had won the match. Yay! Bring on the next contestant. 

I won again. So far, the record was three wins in a row. Up steps the next and I win again making me and a boy tied for first place in consecutive wins.

So far, so good. I continue to beat the pants off everybody that stepped up. I was fierce but ladylike. That is, I hit that ball like a gladiator, but my dress never raised enough to show my panties. After beating well over half the class, I was vaguely aware applause had stopped. Everything around me got still as I won yet again and our teacher stepped toward me. 

Miss Chapman, a wonderful teacher I dearly loved, then spoke. "Angela, you've won enough. It's time to let somebody else win." My fellow students nodded their heads in agreement. I looked from them to the teacher. 


And thus began my first brush with Socialism. 


My response was swift. Horrified and more than a little bit disappointed, I yelled, "You want me to lose on purpose?

Miss Chapman, bless her heart, did not want that. But she had a group of malcontents getting ready to riot because it just wasn't fair that Angela was winning so much. If Angela could simply cede the throne her problem would be solved and everybody else could have a turn. Make it all equal. Nobody gets hurt.   

Now furious, I said, "Everybody is playing! You said winner plays until they lose. I can't help it they don't know how to play the game. Let them beat me. You want me to quit?"

I was beyond furious. She saw this conversation was not going to get better and she pretty much ordered me to step away from the pole. Which I did, but not happily, and I refused to ever play that game with them again.