Who’s Really Lying? Can We Go Beyond Left and Right?
For years I have been hearing that Medicare I broken, so much so that before turning 65, at which time it would became my primary insurance provider, I was concerned. So, being one of secure mind, I started reading about Medicare issues and talking to people on Medicare, which at the time included my mother. I have now experienced first hand, both from my mother and my own experience and concluded that Medicare is not broken. Could it be better, yes, only if political conservatives would stop making false statements, watering down every attempt to improve a very good model – a model for how health care should work in this country. Talk to people on Medicare and not just self-serving doctors, hospitals, drug companies, and politicians mouthing tinsurance industry talking points.
In the end the issue all rational people are dealing with is one of being consistent, which is why when we discover we have been lied to we feel a little crazy. This is because, for most people, trusting has come to be second nature. When intellectual thought is undermined, any further progressive elaboration is blocked.
However, on this issue, as in almost every issue, there is more than one side to the coin. I share with you Shakespeare’s charming, yet provocative sonnet 138:
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor’d youth,
Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress’d.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter’d be.
There is always an element of comfort that lies bring to the insecure mind.
kenne
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Who’s Really Lying? Can We Go Beyond Left and Right?
For years I have been hearing that Medicare I broken, so much so that before turning 65, at which time it would became my primary insurance provider, I was concerned. So, being one of secure mind, I started reading about Medicare issues and talking to people on Medicare, which at the time included my mother. I have now experienced first hand, both from my mother and my own experience and concluded that Medicare is not broken. Could it be better, yes, only if political conservatives would stop making false statements, watering down every attempt to improve a very good model – a model for how health care should work in this country. Talk to people on Medicare and not just self-serving doctors, hospitals, drug companies, and politicians mouthing tinsurance industry talking points.
In the end the issue all rational people are dealing with is one of being consistent, which is why when we discover we have been lied to we feel a little crazy. This is because, for most people, trusting has come to be second nature. When intellectual thought is undermined, any further progressive elaboration is blocked.
However, on this issue, as in almost every issue, there is more than one side to the coin. I share with you Shakespeare’s charming, yet provocative sonnet 138:
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor’d youth,
Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress’d.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter’d be.
There is always an element of comfort that lies bring to the insecure mind.
kenne
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