Loosely on the US Healthcare Reform

Possibly part one of many.

Today is the day of Obama’s Healthcare reform. I’m celebrating this, hoping it will be passed, by looking back on an old blog post from my days at Blogger.com.

I was reacting to a video by The Resident:

– and was writing on the wellfare state model we have over here (the universal wellfare state model), also mentioning the healthcare:

[…]

We also have free healthcare; visits at the doctor and the hospitals are for free.

[…]

Imagine having all of this as a US citizen. The security it is to have. Yes, [citizens/residents of Denmark] pay a shitload in taxes (approximately 35 – 60 %, all depending on your income) – but we don’t have to worry about spending money on healthcare and tuition fees. And if you wonder about how little things cost in Denmark if we can afford living with such taxes: Our minimum wage is just above 100 kr. (€13/£10/$20) per hour – as far as I remember, the US minimum wage is around $7-8.

Either way, someone is going to pay for the hospital visit. Pay the doc. Pay the school. Support the unemployed, students, sick, and elderly (if they are being supported, that is – because they may not be!). So why not do it through taxes and get it overwith already?

You may not have a kid to put through school, but don’t you think another kid could benefit from that?
You may drink a lot of milk and have strong bones (well done!), but don’t you think that someone with osteoporosis could benifit from that?
You may be physically strong/healthy, but don’t you think someone with cancer or a weak heart could benifit from that?
You may be an unfertil man, but don’t you think a pregnant woman could benifit from that?
Your parents may have saved for their retirement while they could (or passed on to a better place), but don’t you think someone who has been forced to retire early or had too little money or otherwise have been unable to save could benifit from that?

I’m not saying that it should be put directly into work in the US – it took us two World Wars to decide to get the point, and we have a significally longer history than the US as a nation – but it would be nice to see some baby steps towards something similar in the US.

Obama promised change, and I do hope some of these baby steps are included when the financial crisis is over and done with.

I’m still hoping for change like this – not only for the weakest – but for all, for equality in the US.

The original post can be found right here.

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M’n eerste blogpost in het Nederlands

Zo… Ik zoll texten vertalen an mijn docent, zo hij wet wie ik ben. Maar ik will graag maar schrijven, omdat ik vind er meer gemakkelijk.

Ik ben frustriert. Frustriert over mijn studie. Omdat ik voel mij niet zo goed als ik mischien ben. Mischien heb ik meer potential als ik denk en voel.

Maar ik kan er niet zien. Special niet an Wondags.
Begrijp me niet verkeerd – ik kan vele voordele zien; ik weet dat er en voordeel is dat wij Nederlands spreken in de les, ik weet dat er een voordeel is dat wij twee Nederlandere in de class hebben, ik weet dat er en voordeel is dat onze docent van België is, en omdat zij alle eigenlijk niet van Denemarken zijn heb ik de voordeel dat ik de Deense texten (voor de vertaling) better begrijpen en uitleggen kan. Maar er is een aber dabei (ja, ik weet: Duits!).

Op en normale Wondag middag ben ik de eigende Deen in de class (wij hebben de docent van België op Wondag middag), en ik ben erg niet zeker op mijn Nederlands. Men zegt dat ik maar zeggen zou als ik niet begrijp iets, maar dat vind ik een beetje moeijlijk wanneer zij een verhitte discussie in het Nederlands over comma’s en de verschillende zinnen van de nieuwe zinnen hebben! Een van de Nederlanders heeft sinds zij twee jaar was in Denemark gewoont, zo haar Deens is als goed als mijn. En in de pausen spreken de Nederlanders en de docent naturlijk ook in het Nederlands.
Ik wil ook graag Nederlands spreken en naar Nederlands luisteren, maar soms ga er te snel; ik voel mij op een zijspoor gezet, als the odd one out. Ik word onzeker, van mijn stuk gebracht, en moe.

Ik heb het Nederlands minder dan anderhalf semester gestudeerd, maar hier zit ik en schrijf mijn erste blogpost in het Nederlands. Na maar één semester begon ik op vaklitteratuur op Nederlands te lezen. Maar nog steeds ben ik onzeker over mijn Nederlands. Dat zou ik niet. Of wat?

Rest in Peace, Etta Cameron.

Etta Cameron død (Politiken.dk)

Hvordan vil du huske Etta Cameron? (DR.dk)

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Brocktour: Løgumkloster

Tuesday presented us with a gorgeous piece of church – Løgumkloster Kirke; an old monastery church in the south of Jutland (kloster = monastery). It’s one of those churches I can walk into and feel the calm, no matter the denomination – just like Catholic churches of Southern Europe (just a note: Løgumkloster Church was converted to Church of Denmark after the Reformation back in the 1500s – Church of Denmark is Lutheran-Evangelical).

That being said, it seems that a tour can’t go by without a bunch of unmanagable confirmands. I know it’s just my second tour, but both tours have presented just that. The Reverend usually makes clear that we don’t applaud during the service itself, but the days the band plays encores, we can applaud the band during the encores. But the youngsters in Løgumkloster went contra – and applauded LOUDLY after just about every action during the service. Even when I said “Let’s be silent together” after the prayer, they could do nothing but yell… And applaud. *sigh*
I could bitch about spoiled brats and decent behavior, especially in a church, but I won’t. Well, maybe later, but not now. It’s just a waste of energy right now. The service went exceptionally well in spite of the unmanagables.

Afterwards, we drove to the hut we spent the night in, evaluated over a night cab, and I went to bed shortly after – and had surprisingly many hours of sleep, all things considered.

Night cabs, Tuesday night.

Apparently, I'm the only one going on caffeine. I honestly don't mean to decline alcohol. I blame my body and its cravings.

Tourbus view, Wednesday. Somewhere in Southern Jutland.

Tourbus view, Wednesday. Somewhere in Southern Jutland.

Brocktour: Checking back in.

So, yes.

Monday went by in remarkable silence. I know I spoke of a special Music Monday that didn’t happen, but there are still mondays to come.

Coming to photos, I can see that my Flickr account is slowly crawling towards the 100 % usage (95 % so far). What I’m planning to do is to use my account on Photobucket instead – I’ll let you know when I do so; I promise to post links.

Last night, we were in Hove Church. We’re starting to remember what to do with things – routine is nice, things run smoother, and faster. Certainty and time to check up on more are bonuses of this. The backside is just that I, personally, feel like I should be doing something when there seems to be nothing left. Then of course, I pull out my phone and start taking pictures (thus all the pics of churches – there are more than the ones I uploaded), or just sit down and chill until someone asks for help.

What I (and others of the group) found amusing yeaterday is that we were referred to as “the Copenhageners” in the written schedule of the locals. Yes, we do come from a church in Copenhagen, but the irony is that the majority of us are actually from Jutland (where Hove Church is located).

Something else I noticed was the smell in the air. Now that we had thaw, the frost wasn’t present to hide the smell of fertilizer. I think that many urban individuals find the smell disgusting – and I don’t know why I actually like it. My theory is that I’ve spent just enough time in the countryside (incl. a year in a folk high school) to have it growing on me, to grow adjusted to its “face”; be it because I have good memories of the countryside, or because I became used to it (ya know, now that it was there anyway). I like it.

I turned in early (even before any Porto Cálem was in sight). I hoped to be up in time to be up in time to pack my shit in time for breakfast – but somehow I managed to snooze and ignore my phone’s alarmclock for about an hour and a half, and woke up hearing the activity coordinator of Brorson’s telling someone else that the bus was leaving in 20 minutes. Yikes! The policy is that we’re responsible of waking up ourselves, so I think it’s natural that noone woke me up.

now it’s late – I wrote the above before setting up in Løgumkloster, which was today – I’ll write the last notes now, and continue tomorrow.

Luckily, I managed to throw some clothes on my back and the rest in my bag and in my pockets, and make a couple of sarnies before hurrying out the door. Now I’m just looking forward to evaluate, mayhaps have a nightcab, brush my teeth, and turn in.

Rock'n'roll in the bus, Guitar Hero/caffeine style, on Tuesday night.

Rock'n'roll in the bus, Guitar Hero/caffeine style, on Tuesday night.