Friday, June 29, 2007

Michael Moore is the Real "Sicko"

I came across this article and thought it was just too good not to pass along. With Michael Moore's so-called "documentary" film Sicko coming out this week, let's try to remember the facts and not get swept up in the sensationalism and hypocrisy of a smart but seriously misguided Hollywood propagandist.

"Paradise Island"
The myth of Cuban health care.
By Fred Thompson
May 02, 2007, 11:10 p.m.

You might have read the stories about filmmaker Michael Moore taking ailing workers from Ground Zero in Manhattan to Cuba for free medical treatments. According to reports, he filmed the trip for a new movie that bashes America for not having government-provided health care.

Now, I have no expectation that Moore is going to tell the truth about Cuba or health care. I defend his right to do what he does, but Moore's talent for clever falsehoods has been too well documented. Simply calling his movies documentaries rather than works of fiction, I think, may be the biggest fiction of all.

While this P.R. stunt has obviously been successful — here I am talking about it — Moore's a piker compared to Fidel Castro and his regime. Moore just parrots the story they created — one of the most successful public-relations coups in history. This is the story of free, high quality Cuban health care.

The truth is that Cuban medical care has never recovered from Castro's takeover — when the country's health care ranked among the world's best. He won the support of the Cuban people by promising to replace Batista's dictatorship with free elections, and to end corruption. Once in power, though, he made himself dictator and instituted Soviet-style Communism. Cubans not only failed to regain their democratic rights, their economy plunged into centrally planned poverty.

As many as half of Cuba's doctors fled almost immediately — and defections continue to this day. Castro won't allow observers in to monitor his nation's true state, but defectors tell us that many Cubans live with permanent malnutrition and long waits for even basic medical services. Many treatments we take for granted aren't available at all — except to the Communist elite or foreigners with dollars.

For them, Castro keeps "show" clinics equipped with the best medicines and technologies available. It was almost certainly one of these that Moore went to, if the stories in the NY Post and the Daily News are true.

Nothing about this story inspires doubt, though. Elements in Hollywood have been infatuated with the Cuban commander for years. It always leaves me shaking my head when I read about some big-time actor or director going to Cuba and gushing all over Castro. And, regular as rain, they bring up the health care myth when they come home.

What is it that leads people to value theoretically "free" health care, even when it's lousy or nonexistent, over a free society that actually delivers health care? You might have to deal with creditors after you go to the emergency ward in America, but no one is denied medical care here. I guarantee even the poorest Americans are getting far better medical services than many Cubans.

According to Forbes magazine, by the way, Castro is now personally worth approximately $900 million. So when he desperately needed medical treatment recently, he could afford to fly a Spanish surgeon, with equipment, on a chartered jet to Cuba. What does that say about free Cuban health care?

The other thing that irks me about Moore and his cohort in Hollywood is their complete lack of sympathy for fellow artists persecuted for opposing the Castro regime. Pro-democracy activists are routinely threatened and imprisoned, but Castro remains a hero to many here. According to human rights organizations, these prisoners of conscience are often beaten and denied medical treatment, sanitation or even adequate nutrition.

If Moore wants a subject for a real documentary, I would suggest looking into the life of Cuban painter and award-winning documentarian Nicolás Guillén Landrián. He was denied the right to practice his art for using the Beatles' song, "The Fool on the Hill," as background music behind footage of Castro climbing a mountain. Later, he was given plenty of free Cuban health care when he was confined for years in a "mental institution" and given devastating, repeated electroshock "treatments."

There are many other artists and activists who have enjoyed similar treatment. I suspect we'll see movies with sympathetic portrayals of terrorists held in Guantanamo before we ever hear about the torture of true Cuban heroes. Even Andy Garcia's brilliant fictionalized movie about the real Cuban experience, The Lost City, was given the Hollywood silent treatment. My bet, though, is that we'll hear lots about how Michael Moore showed that Cuba's socialized medicine is better than ours.

So go ahead and start working on the Oscar speech, Michael.

© ABC Radio

Saturday, June 2, 2007

The Final Chapter of a New Beginning

This is the truck's butt...



Robbie and I rode together for the last couple days, and that's what we've been watching that entire time.

Yesterday morning, the brake alarm on the moving truck started beeping, so we spent half the day at the Penske place in Knoxville, Tennessee, in the heart of Appalachia in eastern Tennessee. After spending 4 hours inspecting the brakes and the engine, the team of mechanics informed us that, since they hadn't been able to find anything wrong with the truck, they had disabled the alarm so it wouldn't "annoy" us. Not exactly reassuring. We then said our goodbyes to Brian just in case the brakes really did go out. He was pretty convinced he was going to die. The whole incident was kinda funny in a slightly morbid way.

Robbie and I had an interesting adventure driving through Knoxville and going to Wendy's for lunch. I think his exact words to me were, "Wow, I had no idea that white trash was a culture!" Yes, yes it is.

We crossed the border from Tennessee to Virginia yesterday afternoon.

We debated whether just to drive all the way to Arlington last night, but decided to only go as far as Lexington, about 3 hours south. I'm so glad we did, because we ended up staying in a beautiful, 170-year-old southern mansion that had been converted into a hotel! It was amazing!!






It was a wonderful experience. We all got a good night's sleep, had a great breakfast, and then drove about an hour to drop off the trailer before heading into the city. We then caravaned the rest of the way, I drove the Highlander, Rob drove the Jetta, and Brian drove the truck the rest of the way to DC.

With a few initial complications, we got everything settled to move into our new apartment. Robbie signed his first lease...


...and then we began the monumental task of actually moving all of our stuff into the apartment. 4 hours later, we cleared enough of a path to get to the bathrooms, the kitchen and our beds, and then, exhausted and relieved, went to bed in our new home.

Friday, June 1, 2007

Bathroom Humor

This made my day... :)


Since we have been driving a 26 foot truck with a 10 foot trailer on the back of it, the only places we are able to stop are truck stops. We've seen some pretty interesting characters at some of these places. Think McDonald's employees meet trailer park residents meet Jerry Springer guests, and you've got a pretty good idea of what kind of folks I'm talking about.

Who knew they were policy wonks, as well?

Apparently, some of these folks like to engage in a little heated political debate every now and then...

...on the back of a bathroom stall door? Sure, why not?! (This is America, after all.)






To translate for all you fine folks (all spelling and punctuation preserved):

"Sorry McCain... you looked like a fool in Iraq. Not so safe is it? Just another Republican liar... Go Away!!"
"You & Bush go to Iran!!"
"another bleeding heart democrate... loser!"
"Idiot, you fucken spelled democrat wrong genius"
"Fool? Who is the one complaining to the bathroom door at a truck stop"
"Well said!"
"There is no better place for a political debate than in a bathroom stall."


Well said.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Road Trip (part 1)

The honeymoon is officially over. :)

I tend to romanticize memories and events in my life, and this move back to DC is no exception. When I thought about moving back east, I mostly imagined walking around the city, enjoying amazing food at my favorite restaurants, going to art exhibits, attending concerts, shopping in Clarendon and Georgetown, and working on the Hill.

I forgot about the actual move.

I think moving is a lot like childbirth. Every mom I’ve talked to says that having a baby is completely worth the hours/days/months of pain, agony and stress, and that once the baby comes, everything you had to go through to get to that point pales in comparison to the joy you experience.

Here’s hoping.

Since we left Clovis, we have driven 2,292 miles – 40+ hours in a 26 foot long Penske truck with no shocks towing a Highlander (p.s. Oklahoma, Arkansas and New Mexico: you should think about repairing your roads every few decades). We stopped in Flagstaff, Arizona on Sunday night, Albuquerque, New Mexico on Monday, Shawnee, Oklahoma on Tuesday, and tonight we're in a Motel-6-esque Hampton Inn in Lebanon, Tennessee, about 45 minutes east of Nashville.

This was my view for the first day or so while I drove my Jetta...




Then Robbie came down with a cold, so we quarantined him to the car and I've been riding in the truck with Brian since then.

Here's some of the beautiful scenery near the border of Arizona and New Mexico...



Brian driving the truck...


Crossing the border into Texas!


And Oklahoma!
Checotah, Oklahoma is very proud of their hometown girl... there were about 3 different signs along the interstate to make sure everyone knows where Carrie Underwood is from!


Driving through thunderstorms in Oklahoma and Arkansas...




And over the Mississippi River into Tennessee!


So that's our progress so far! The end is in sight, and I can't wait to get there. I have a funny story to share about a discovery I made in one of the many truck stops we've visited, but I'll save that for another blog.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Letting Go

I have never cried harder than I did on Thursday night.

Last week was probably one of the worst, most stressful, most difficult weeks of my life. I also only got a total of about 20 hours of sleep, which didn’t help when dealing with the overwhelming stress and exhaustion of packing up our entire house. Not to mention family issues, relationship problems, and the helpless frustration that I didn’t have enough time to say goodbye to everyone I wanted to.

All week, I numbed myself and did my best to keep from feeling anything so that I could function well enough to get through the packing. I became such a zombie that I was afraid I would never be able to cry again after burying so much pain and sadness.

Thankfully, I was wrong. Thursday night around midnight, once everyone had gone and I finally let down my guard, everything I had been trying so hard not to feel swept over me like a massive tidal wave. Looking around at our empty apartment, wishing I had more time with the people I love, knowing that moving is the best thing for us right now and long-term, but wishing it wasn’t. I think I sobbed for almost 4 hours straight. I survived the week, but barely.

We left last Friday night and spent the day in Disneyland on Saturday. What a wonderful way to say “goodbye” to California. It was a perfect day – 75 degrees and sunny. Brian, Robbie, Kathryn and I spent the day walking around California Adventure, riding the rollercoaster and Soarin’ Over California, watching the show at the Frontier Land Saloon, and exploring the newly reopened Tom Sawyer Island/ "Pirate's Lair". We had so much fun!!

On the tram

Brian and his brother Scott

C!

Robbie and Kathryn at California Adventure

Our favorite roller coaster!

Waiting in line

Take 2

Watching our favorite show at the Golden Horseshoe Saloon

Exploring Tom Sawyer Island (now the "Pirate's Lair")

The tree house

I told them to "go stand under the sign"... :)

Trapped by pirates!

In the tree house

On Sunday morning, we said our final goodbyes to my mom and sis and headed out of LA. As I drove my car alone through the desert (Brian and Rob rode in the truck), I felt so sad.

I sobbed quietly, asking God for answers, guidance, provision and peace. He reminded me that he provides “streams in the desert.” I had never felt such a clash of emotions – grief, fear, anticipation, apprehension, relief, excitement, sorrow, joy… peace.

Then I cried again as I passed a sign that said “Now Leaving California.”

Monday, May 7, 2007

It's official!

We're moving back to DC! It's been in the works for a while, but we've actually set a date (May 24th), put in our 30-day notice at our current place, and leased an apartment in Ballston that will be ready for us on June 1st.

I'm so happy. And really sad.

You'd think this would get easier, since we seem to move at least twice a year. But it doesn't. Moving back (like moving here was) is bittersweet. I left my heart there when we came back to California, and part of my heart will always be here. I think I'm destined to be bi-coastal forever.

Brian and I spent the weekend doing a full inventory of all the crap we've accumulated over the years. There's a lot of crap. And a lot of non-crap. It's the latter that I'm dreading having to pack.

I really am excited, though. I will miss so many things about California, but as time has gone on I've come to value different things, and I've realized how important some things are that I never even paid attention to before. Like a healthy professional culture, a broader perspective on the world, job opportunities, and grad schools that are actually ranked (and have names that people recognize).

Most of the things I will miss, though, aren't things at all. They're people. Especially my family, I will miss them so much. I will miss the impromptu therapy sessions with mom, the fun afternoons hanging out with my little sis (who gets less little every day), and dad's bar-b-que on the weekends.


I will miss all the amazing people I have connected and reconnected with this past year, some of whom I have known for years, others I have only met recently and wish I had more time with, but all of whom I know will stay in my heart and life for many years to come. Thankfully, the world keeps getting smaller and smaller, and through the ever-improving wonders of technology, most of those who mean the most to me are just a mouse click or phone call (or plane ride) away.

So that's the plan. We're moving. In 2 1/2 weeks. Brian graduates with his Master's on Friday, and we'll be spending the next 2 1/2 weeks packing and spending time with loved ones. Then it will be on the road again for Brian, Robbie and me.

The countdown begins...

Sunday, May 6, 2007

The End of an Era

I lived on Capitol Hill for just 4 months almost 3 years ago, but my heart has remained long after I left. Some of my fondest memories of my first days living in my favorite city are there, and to this day one of my favorite places in DC is Eastern Market. So many defining moments in my life were spent in the coffee shops and flea markets there, talking over big ideas with great friends. I still hope to find a place to live in that neighborhood someday.

You can imagine my heartbreak, then, when I learned that the market's South Hall burned down early Monday morning. It hit me in the pit of my stomach. I feel like an old friend has died, and even though I know that it will be rebuilt, I know it can never hope to have the same charm as the 134-year-old building bustling with activity every Saturday morning. I wish I could be there right now.

Eastern Market South Hall exterior
Produce
Some of the neighborhood rowhouses
South Hall interior
The Market Lunch breakfast - best pancakes you'll ever have
Street musicians
Outdoor market - art, antiques, etc.