It might well be a coincidence, but it's an interesting one!
If you look at the Baucus framework, which was the basis of the Senate bill—it’s here on the Senate Finance Committee website. Just right-click on that document, and it turns out the author of the document was Elizabeth Fowler, who’s a former vice president of Wellpoint, the nation’s largest private insurance company, covering 35 million people.
For complete discussion proceed to http://www.democracynow.org/2009/11/11/study_over_2_200_us_veterans
Prolefeed: the rubbishy entertainment and spurious news which the Party handed out to the masses. - George Orwell, 1984.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Little Indians
A Poem by Prof. Bardi Raina
Little Indians.
Millions of little Indians, Hindus Muslims and others
for them no law, no land, no fathers mothers brothers.
They slave in little tea shops, they beg along the road,
they sleep upon their little feet, they have no bed, no board.
Government makes new budgets of which they are no part.
Governments feed on government grants, they eat their little heart.
The rich perform ablutions to please the gods above;
the gods return their favours and increase their treasure trove.
Little Indians find employment in hell holes we call factories;
their lungs fill up with poison gas, government collects the taxes.
Some little Indians go to public school in bus or car or jeep;
a million others look for food in wayside garbage heap.
Their schools are in Government file, their meals are part of Plan,
but when nation needs an atom bomb, they eat whatever they can.
Little Indians, they are taught to sing 'mera bharat mahan';
Little Indians wipe their hunted eyes - they wonder what is on.
-- Badri Raina.
Little Indians.
Millions of little Indians, Hindus Muslims and others
for them no law, no land, no fathers mothers brothers.
They slave in little tea shops, they beg along the road,
they sleep upon their little feet, they have no bed, no board.
Government makes new budgets of which they are no part.
Governments feed on government grants, they eat their little heart.
The rich perform ablutions to please the gods above;
the gods return their favours and increase their treasure trove.
Little Indians find employment in hell holes we call factories;
their lungs fill up with poison gas, government collects the taxes.
Some little Indians go to public school in bus or car or jeep;
a million others look for food in wayside garbage heap.
Their schools are in Government file, their meals are part of Plan,
but when nation needs an atom bomb, they eat whatever they can.
Little Indians, they are taught to sing 'mera bharat mahan';
Little Indians wipe their hunted eyes - they wonder what is on.
-- Badri Raina.
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