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12 angry principles

In his book Naked Economics Charles Wheelan talks about how clean the rest rooms are at gas stations in South Africa. There is a simple reason for this: when he was there in 1995 (it may have changed in the last 15 years), gas was sold by private companies at prices dictated by the government.

This worked because a) presumably the government was setting prices at a level the stations would still find profitable and b) markets rock. Markets– where firms can enter and exit easily, where there are multiple actors who are prevented from colluding– are the greatest friend consumers have. Whatever it is that consumers want most– within the limits of what the market can satisfy– consumers will get.

Which brings me to health insurance. There is, effectively, for most people, no market for health insurance. None. This is because each state has different rules about how insurance companies can operate. So you’ve got Blue Cross/Blue Shield of California and a similar name for a company in Nevada, and one for Texas, and so on. Shockingly, in most states, for most buyers, there are only 1 or 2 providers. This is not a market. And, by the rules that are set up, firms do not tend to compete based on how much service they give, but rather on how little.

Enter the recent health care bill.

Good news and bad news: The bad news is that if you’ve got health insurance, you’re stuck with it– until you get a new job, or lose your current one. In that case, Congress has you covered. They do this in the following ways (I think I’ve got all the big stuff):

1) expanded eligibility for medicare/medicare. That’s pretty straight forward.
2) No more Medicare prescription drug “donut hole”.
3) SCHIP would be eliminated and most of those children would be moved into medicare.
4) Insurance providers would no longer be able to disqualify people for “preexisting conditions”
5) The practice of “rescission” (retroactively revoking someone’s insurance policy) would be outlawed.
6) Employers who provide expensive health care plans (~$17k for an individual) would start seeing anything over the threshold amount taxed as income.
6a) Currently all employer-provided health care plans are 100% tax deductible. Which means they’re more valuable than the same number of dollars in income. Part 5 would change that.
7) The creation of a “health insurance exchange”, where anyone who is not covered by an employer plan would be able to shop among dozens of competing plans to find one that works. These plans would fall under federal regulations.
8 ) Employers who chose not to offer such a plan will be taxed at 8% of payroll.
9) People who make below 400% of the poverty line will be given a subsidy on a sliding scale with which to buy health insurance.
10) Individuals who chose not to purchase health insurance will be fined up to 2.5% of income
11) Individuals with a religious objection to purchasing health insurance will be exempt.
12) The Federal government will provide a plan that people on the Heath Insurance Exchange can buy into.

Ultimately, this bill aims to create a heath insurance market of several million people were competition is determined along the axises of price and coverage. The, they say, lurks in the fine print. Having said that, the above seem like some very good principles and mark a welcome change from our current system.

Speaking of anniversaries

I had a great job. Was working in sales, doing an ok job there, and the money was rolling in faster than I knew how to spend it. Seriously: I’d go out and order a $30 burger just to see if it was better than the $10 burger (they weren’t). My PC was awesome. I was going to buy a scooter. Then I got the call.

Did I want to want to come to Ohio to work for the Obama campaign? 30 seconds later I quit my job and was soon driving across the country. We did our job fairly well, and the result is literally in the history books.

While I was there, the economy collapsed, my bank failed and the company I had been working for fired everyone that had been doing my job. No more $30 burgers for anyone. So when I got back home, I figured finding work would be hard.


Obvious visual pun

As of today, I’ve been unemployed for a year. At first, unemployment sounds like fun. I get to make my own priorities, do the things I want to do, sleep until noon, and play a bunch of video games. The government sends me money and I swear I’ve been looking for work.

In reality, I feel like shit. Every day I wake up to the same routine of uselessness. No one seems to want the skills I’ve got. The market rejects me. Society says “You are not needed.” No wonder there’s a link between unemployment and depression (PDF). And, of course, it doesn’t help when you, like me, are prone to depression anyway.

No real conclusions here. It’s an aniversary that shouldn’t pas without note. If you’re hiring, I’m available.

A look back from a year’s distance

What follows is the text of an Email I sent to my friends and family the day of the 2008 Presidential Election. I was working as staff for the Obama campaign in Ohio.

Dear Friends and Family
I write this on the eve of the election. That’s actually a misnomer as I understand it, there is still a line at the early voting place, 5hrs after it has “closed”. Nonetheless: tomorrow is the deadline.
After tomorrow, you will not have a chance to register your desire that America be America again.

5hr lines, btw, are -not- inspiring. They are a tragedy more profound than 9/11. They are a farce and make mockery of our pretense to democracy. Inspiring, rather, is people’s willingness to stand in
those lines. “my grandparents weren’t allowed to, so I will.” yes, I sent hundreds into that line today. Tomorrow I send hundreds–thousands more.

And Margee does the same thing in Cincinnati. And Michael does the same thing in Indiana. And many of you are making calls, driving people, perhaps knocking on doors, filling those lines to capacity.
And breaking that capacity. And tomorrow, if we all do our jobs right, we will put Barack Hussein Obama in the white house.

I have hope.

Today I had an assistant to the mayor cone down. She was -outraged- that we weren’t being fed. Keep I’m mind that I’m running one of about 200 offices in Columbus. I showed her our rather full kitchen and let her know that I haven’t missed a meal.

She came back with food.

A guy came into my office from Santa Cruz. He made me meditate. He, and another woman in our office (a republican volunteer!) kept telling me that I was doing an amazingly good job. Perhaps they’re seeing what I was doing right. I was seeing everything I wasn’t doing…

I have to be up in a couple hours. Please feel free to _text_, but not call until 9pm pst. (My phone number is redacted)

Love to you all

PS:
It is now 5:36am. At 4am, I received a Robocall from Bill Clinton waking my ass (and the rest of me) up. I’ve been at the office for 17min and already sent my first team off.

How to Survive an Outbreak

It was Halloween. According to ancient legend this is the one night of the year when Carmen San Diego and Waldo are allowed to hang out together. It’s obviously the perfect time to gather hundreds of San Franciscans and turn them loose on a race.

The rules were simple: Hit the checkpoints, don’t get caught by anyone with a red ribbon on their arm. Safe zones are one square block around the checkpoints, any bus shelter, and any underground mass transit station. Anyone tagged by a chaser (red-ribbon wearers) becomes a chaser.

The parallels to zombie infection were simply too broad to ignore. These were the worst kind, too– fast moving, fast thinking, human-smart zombies. Infection takes about 15-30 seconds.

Being a part of the game makes you realize that we’re a little bit bison. Since people basically don’t want to get tagged, if they see something suspicious, they’ll run. And that’s a signal for _everyone_ to start running. You’d see a whole herd of us running from nothing. And then maybe get tagged by the chaser everyone runs into.

Ultimately, the evening was as close to being in a horror movie as I’m likely to get until George Romero starts directing my life. And since there’s some real (though incredibly minimal) danger (of “losing”) in this game, it might even have been more fun.

(click here for a bit more)