Privilege

I keep misspelling the damned word…

Privilege

It’s never something I thought I should have. I thought we all shared in this.

I had a high school counsellor tell me once I wasn’t like all the others. “You’re special.” He said. I almost puked.

I loved my teammates, my classmates. Sure, Ronnie only got in the 300’s on his SAT’s, but he could hit the goal post with a spiral from 30 yards out 4 out of five times. He had gifts I did not. We all have gifts.

But not all of us have privilege. Some have it because we give it to them.

We shouldn’t.

Then I got into college.

I got into two, Stanford and Berkeley. Yeah, I was a Californian. Come spit at me. That would be your privilege.

I did the math. With the scholarships, Stanford was cheaper. That was the wrong way to make that choice.

For I entered the world of the privileged. And I hated it.

But I did not squander my opportunity. I found a few folks of similar ilk. I learned to cook and mechanic and play volleyball. My grades sucked.

I would hitch hike home for holidays since I didn’t have a car. The driver always asked what I did. I was in college. Where? I gritted my teeth and told them “Stanford”. Things often changed in the conversation then. Did they hate me for this elite private school privilege, or did they sense my resentment? I am not sure. I still have that privilege chip on my shoulder. I don’t deserve it. Nobody does. Not even those we elect. They should be like us.

Some argue these elite colleges are the breeding grounds for this cancer of privilege.

And we, the people of this wonderful country have given this cancer our bodies. It is growing within us.

I never answered the phone, “This is Doctor Schmidt.” I didn’t think the doctor thing should be used for any special privilege.

I did not want to be addressed as “Senator”.

Sure, these are things I have done, gotten a medical degree, and gotten elected. But we are all just people, aren’t we?

I am not saying everybody’s ideas have equal merit. Some ideas are just stupid. And it is not my position of privilege that allows me to make that judgement. It is my experience, my education, my life perspective. I’m willing to listen to yours.

Just because you’re the richest man in the world, that doesn’t make you right all the time. We should be careful when we grant anybody privilege. For it is ours to grant.

Maybe the fact that I don’t feel privileged allows me to accept that I can be wrong.

Do you appreciate that you could be wrong? We should all have that humility.

That is the test we should be applying to those we elect. It is the standard we should hold ourselves to. Admitting wrongness is in fact a sign of strength.

Politicians don’t know this. Politicians spend most of their time saying one thing and meaning another.

You should embrace the humility and truth of being wrong. We all should.

For if we cannot, then I would argue, we consider ourselves privileged. That is, special, above scrutiny, beyond criticism. And that was what our founders tried to build against. They designed a government system that was so ponderous, so intricate, so broad based that the hubris, the stupidity of the privileged would come under scrutiny.

I hope we are still working that way. Back when they scribbled the Constitution onto parchment there weren’t 2 million Americans. Now we are over 300 million. Times have changed. The principles haven’t.

Privilege is power. We should not grant it without careful scrutiny.

The privileged can be wrong. We are wrong to give them a free ride. They should know our judgement of their flawed ideas.

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Cold Water, Coroner Story

Cold Water

Sid was under his Hilux when Martha came out to tell him about the call. The plug was out and the oil draining. He wiped off his hands and took the handheld from his busy wife. He could hear the kids screaming upstairs.

“Yeah?”

“This is Paradise dispatch. We need you at the ER for a dead body.”

Sid sighed. “I’m going to need a bit more than that Julie.”

Sid knew Julie. She was sharp as a tack but stuck on a loser.

“Yes, Doctor Hawthorne?” Everything is recorded so she’s got her snappy self in check. Sid appreciated it must be hard for her.

“Can you tell me anything about this supposed dead body?” He hears some other radio traffic in the background and some side talk, and she divulges, very professionally.

“A young boy, maybe 12 years old was pulled from the river down in Reward and they are bringing him to the ER.”

It was late spring, and the rivers are still cold up here. Sid started thinking temperature.

“Are they doing resuscitation?” More radio squawk and side talk, then:

“Unknown”

Sid did another big sigh and decided to let Julie’s day get easier. “I’m just going to call the ER doc and see what he knows.”

“So, you will respond?

“I am responding at this moment.” Sid hit the big button and saw his oily thumb smear. He’d get in trouble for this mess. He poked the numbers for the ER with his clean left hand. He was deflated when he found Dr. Winston on. But that’s who he talked with.

“Do you know anything about this drowning victim?”

“Well, I’ve heard they are about five minutes out.”

“Are they doing resuscitation?”

“I don’t know.”

Sid sighed. He hated telling another doctor they were stupid, but that’s just what you have to do sometimes. “You are the medical director for EMS, and we have a cold-water drowning.  I was called to come in as the coroner, but you must know we don’t know if this kid is dead yet.”

Sid knew this from his training, from his medical school, residency, and ER shifts. But it seemed this guy didn’t. Sid knew there was a lot this guy didn’t know. “Are you going to start CPR when he arrives?”

The long pause told Sid this guy didn’t know. “I don’t know.” Confirmed that.

“Well, doctor. You’re going to have to make a call. You should know the time of submersion and the water temperature and respond appropriately. I’m coming down there in about ten minutes. But I’m the coroner, not the treating physician.” Sid sighed again; this Winston guy was a real pain. “Please get a core temperature when he arrives, at least.”

Cold water drownings are a shit show. There are documented resuscitations after 30 minutes of submersion. When the face hits cold water the heart slows down. When the heart slows down and the blood vessels constrict, the lethal acid that kills us is postponed. If we can’t let out the carbon dioxide, we start to get acid build up, but if we slow down our burning of oxygen, less acid is formed. It’s all about temperature, metabolism, chemistry, physics, thermodynamics and all that shit we were supposed to learn before we got our medical degrees. Some learn, some don’t and let the buyer beware.

Maybe it’s supposed to be a mystery. Maybe we just can’t know the exactly right thing to do.

Sid knew he had an engine without oil in the Hilux, so he wouldn’t be driving her down to the ER.

Sid went in to change. He took his motorcycle to the ER. The Hilux oil change would have to wait.

The Reward ambulance was in the bay as he pulled in. They were putting stuff away. “Hey John.”

The older man looked sad. “Yeah, doc?”

“Tell me about this call.”

John was folding up a sheet that would probably need washing, but Sid appreciated the neatness. John was a retired teacher who now volunteered for the Reward ambulance. It was a small town south of Paradise. John had taught math in the high school for 30 years and now did ambulance runs as a volunteer. He’d gone through all the trainings. Sid had dealt with him often when, as a moonlighting doc, he’d covered the Paradise ER on weekends. John was solid.

Moonlighting is what doctors called this. Sid did it a lot, medical school debt and all. He did the clinic work, then another 24 hours on a weekend and hoped he’d get ahead.

John seemed reluctant to talk.

Sid began. “Who pulled him out?”

John looked up, maybe happy to relate the events, not the choices. “That was Devin. You know, the sheriff deputy? He heard about it from the scanner and was diving in the pool below the bridge before we got there. We didn’t get called until the kid was out of the water, up on the bank.”

“Did he have a pulse?”

Shakes his head and looks down.

“Was he cold?”

John looked Sid in the eye. “He was laying on the bank in the full sun when we got there, doc. We didn’t start CPR. We thought he was gone.”

He was explaining his decision. But he went on. “Devin had gotten him up off the bottom and was there all dripping wet. He hadn’t started CPR. He told us it would just be more trauma for his family. And all the people standing around.” Sid imagined the bridge onlookers.

Sid felt some guilt with this questioning of a volunteer, doing their best for his community. Sid’s training and reading taught him only of the possibilities, the risks, the choices. There were no clear best ones here.

Some cold bodies come back with strong effort. Some of those that come back are breathing, drooling vegetables. Some don’t come back after minutes, even hours of chest compressions and warming and drugs.

So, what’s the right choice here? Sid didn’t know and he for sure knew John didn’t either. You just have to make the call. Then live with it.

“Thanks John. I’m going in.” Sid went through the ER doors.

Doctor Winston was at the nurse’s station as Sid came in. That told him no resuscitation was being done. “So, what temp did you get?” Sid asked.

Winston kept chatting with the nurse, a pert blonde. She looked away and Winston slid his gaze to Sid. “Yes, Doctor Coroner, how can I help you?”

Sid felt the steam going out his ears. “What’s the core temp?”

There are so many variables here. Warm dead people are dissolving in their acidotic juices and not good donors. Their vital organs will be mush. Cold dead people might be donors. We take corneas hours after death. Kidneys? Sid didn’t know all these calculations. But he knew who to call.

Sid thought about the talk he had given to the local EMT’s a couple years back after a young man he knew had shot himself. “If you come on a young suicide, head wound, small caliber, start CPR and go fast. Don’t wait for police to clear the scene. This could be a donor. If we get perfusion back, heart beating, blood flow, keep the acidosis down, we can keep the organs alive for donation.”

That’s how you have to think now days, on the cusp of life and death as a treating physician. Consider the donor’s contribution.

It didn’t seem Winston had this in his wheelhouse. The loser looked off to a passing nurse in scrubs, “Say, did you get that core temp?”

The busy guy looked at Winston with a blank gaze, telling Sid the request had never been done. Sid steamed some more and looked down to hide his disgust. That’s what loser doctors always do, blame the nurses.

“I’ll get it.”

Sid looks at the pert blonde. “Can you get me a deep rectal thermometer probe?”

“Yes doctor.”

Sid went into the bay.

He was a young dead white body, still in his white underwear. His hair was still wet, plastered to his scalp and forehead. The lips were parted, unblemished with the trauma of a resuscitation attempt. His weak chest was white, no one pounding on it to keep the blood flowing. He was very dead. But Sid knew there was a graph, a nomogram, physiology. Was he cold?

Pert came in with the probe.

Sid got her to help him roll the 100 pounds so he could push the probe deep into the rectum. Gloves, finger, then lube. Need to check for stool. Then the probe. Digital read out shows 90 degrees Fahrenheit.

He looks cold, but his insides are kind of warm. Might be too late and too long. Maybe Sid could start cooling him down and get some advice. Call the transplant centers, call the University, get some advice. But then we would need consent to do all this. Yeah, Sid feels the shit show in his brain. He thinks it could just be easier to be chatting with a pert blonde.

“Is there any family here?” He asks Pert Blonde holding the body sideways.

“I think his mother is coming in. She might be here.”

Sid finds her in the family waiting room.

He does his best to explain the situation and his role as the coroner, and the painful need for her to decide.

The wan, creased sad face looks down. “No, I don’t want that.”

Sid’s tasks just got easier. Maybe some folks wanting healthy organs just got their wait extended. Maybe none of this was really possible. Maybe that decision was made back when this poor dead boy first came up out of the bottom of the river.

Maybe when he went in.

The poor dead kid’s mother had the balls to make it right here. Winston hadn’t even thought about it. Probably Devin hadn’t but made his call back on the muddy bank after he’d pulled the lifeless white body up from the cold deep. And the ambulance folks had done what they were told. So, Sid just did, now what he was told. He made his call.

“Okay. I will fill out my report.”

Cause of Death: Drowning

Manner of Death: Accidental

Don’t you wish the story stopped here?

No organs donated, no lives saved from a tragedy, no happy ending.

How can we people get worse? To be, or not to be. And it’s all just shit.

Sid got a subpoena.

He was called to testify as the county coroner in a civil suit against the Reward Ambulance District and the Paradise Hospital. It seems the mother of the deceased young man was unhappy with his treatment. More shit.

Sid knew how this would go. He was being called to testify as the county coroner, public servant, so the claimants would not have to pay him for his time. He could be seeing patients and making money, but he would have to cancel their visits. No wonder he could not get any of his colleagues to take this job. It costs.

Sid further knew they’d use his medical training as an MD to try to get some of his “expert” testimony for free. Expert witnesses cost money. Coroners are free. The claimant’s attorney would try to get him to give “expert” testimony on the cheap.

Sid didn’t really respect the legal profession. But he sure didn’t respect some in the medical one he belonged to either.

So, it went.

The young lawyer did his best. The bereaved mom was sitting there, looking sad. The young guy ran through the first twenty minutes of coroner shit but then he got to it.

“So, Dr. Hawthorn, in your estimation shouldn’t the responding ambulance have started resuscitation?”

Sid looked down at the linoleum floor. It was cracked at the edges of the one-foot square tiles. It needed to be redone. It was worn out.

“I am here to testify as the county coroner.”

The cracked linoleum was clean. Somebody had cleaned this worn space.

“But you are a trained physician. Please share with us your knowledge given what you know of this.”

Sid looked at the eager young lawyer. He was doing his best for his client. Sid looked at the loser mom looking down at the same cracked linoleum. She wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“I have no opinion on what the right choice was for the providers who responded to this tragic situation.”

The young guy kept at him.

Sid kept his part. But he started to see, as he repeated himself and the lawyer did the same, questions again, same answers, that a different dance was being done. It might be about the bigger picture.

Justice.

Not who got what organs, who got blamed, who felt the worst about the whole shit. Maybe it was about coming to peace with the shit we are dealt.

The woman has lost a son.

Nobody got any of his organs.

His life might have been saved, or not.

And here we are.

Sid went back to the clinic. There were no patients, just paperwork.

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Rigged

No maps, no pictures since WordPress can’t handle it…

Rigged

April 15th is next week. Are you ready to pay your taxes?

I’m a pogue, so I pay what I’m told I owe. Are you a pogue too?

I learned the term ‘pogue’ when I was fighting fires for the US Forest Service.

Pogues do what they are told, even when they know better.

The slope is indefensible, and the fire is below, but we would dig and cut across. When the black smoke came up, we’d find shelter and survive. We knew the idiots who were directing us would too. But we’d get the GS 3 or 4 rate, time and a half or even time and three quarters with hazard pay. 60- or 80-hour weeks, it added up to a decent summer.

Pogues survive. And we pay our taxes.

Others might not.

Maybe that’s the difference between pogues and the real people we elect. We just shuffle along and take the measly wage they’ll pay us. Real people know the strings to pull.

Elon Musk is in the news a lot.

He gets to fire people right and left. Republicans love his sense of justice. If you aren’t doing worthwhile work, you’re done. And his AI program somehow knows who should go.

That line we cut above the fire would never hold. It was not worthwhile. It was destructive and wasteful. But us pogues did it. We survived and so did the idiots who told us to do the work. But, honestly, at times, we wanted to kill them.

Instead, we paid our taxes.

And it turns out, they probably didn’t.

Mr. Musk is the richest man in the world. Maybe that makes him the smartest. President Trump claims to be rich, so maybe he’s smart too.

But know this. Tesla, Musk’s company paid no taxes in 2024, even though they reported a $2.3B income. That makes them smart, right?

Yeah, you can try to sell your CO2 planet saving car, but can you really try to change this mess?

This taxation thing is rigged.

Republicans claim only the rich pay taxes and the rest of us are government sucking pogues. I’m sorry. I’m writing a big check to the IRS this coming week. And it seems Elon may not be.

But he probably got a big bump from the stock market gyrations manipulated by our President. Threatened global tariff war made the equities markets and even the bond markets very nervous. Stock assets shed this last week faster than a crowning lodgepole pine.

But then they bounced back when our President flinched on the tariff war threat.

He even tweeted, “BUY NOW.” Minutes before he tweeted he was calling off the tariff war.

I guess I’m just getting worn down.

I’ve dug the line. I’m filthy and sweaty. The day is hot, the wind is picking up and the line won’t hold.

Fire is a force of nature. I learned humility on those sweaty slopes with a Pulaski.

And us pogues have humility when we don’t have health insurance.

Maybe the rich getting richer is just a force of nature too. I should just watch the flame front move on past as I move into the black, the burn, where it is safe.

But it’s hot, and ugly and filthy.

Maybe that’s just what we pogues get.

While those with the inside scoops are making bank, I’m writing checks to the IRS.

Maybe they won’t notice if I don’t pay.

Most people pay what they owe. Us pogues.

But since the IRS is getting gutted by Elon, maybe they won’t miss some of us pogues skipping this year.

I guess it comes down to just what you expect from government.

By that, I mean, what one expects from oneself.

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Look at It

I hope the images will load….

they won’t

So go view this post at Substackhttps://danjschmidt.substack.com/p/look-at-it. they seem to be more friendly to my poor skills.

Look at It

Our legislature is wringing their hands and has their undies in a twist about our Idaho Medicaid costs. Or are they just still stinging from their folly?

I think they are still pissed that the voters overrode their negligence to expand Medicaid. It was a wise move, they passed on it, the voters didn’t, and the legislature is still pissed. We elect them, don’t we? These petulant people serve us.

I must applaud their bravery. Examining the costs of healthcare in this country takes patience, discipline and, yes courage. It sometimes takes the courage to admit you are wrong.

The map in white and green above these words shows the Medicaid expenditures per enrollee per year by county in these United (we hope still) States.

Examining our colossal boondoggle of health care in this country should unite us. Or we could go the other way.

Back to the map. Dark green is high cost per capita, white is low. Look at the map.

It is from a wonderful study out of the University of Washington we are soon to kick to the curb. The Idaho legislature no longer wants to be affiliated with such institutions.

Do you see Idaho on the map?

That’s where my eye went.

We are a vast state of white. There are a couple counties that are light green, and a couple others that are darker green. Hey Canyon and Twin Falls, what’s up?

But the takeaway here is that Idaho spends a lot less than most states on Medicaid health care costs.

So, just what is the legislature trying to solve here?

If they still are just butt hurt about the Medicaid expansion initiative, that’s not a very mature attitude.

But if they really think throwing Idaho Medicaid to the managed care wolves will assuage their pain, I am here to argue they are spending your dime to salve their crotches.

Well, it has been done. They voted for it, and our Governor signed it. Idaho Medicaid will be contracted out to some for-profit company in your portfolio. Maybe you’ll retire more comfortably. But will we all, us taxpayers, us citizens be better served?

This second map might help you.

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 This shows the states that have sent their Medicaid money down the managed care rabbit hole. Dark blue is all in, light blue less so, grey not at all, and Idaho, green, is trying managed care only in primary care settings. Idaho has been trying to incentivize primary care doctors to give good, quality care at low cost. This program has only had a couple of years to roll out.

Look at the maps. Compare both.

Look at South and North Dakota. Green and Blue/ costs pretty different. Maybe this primary care model works. But maybe not.

I think that’s why the Idaho legislative work group that was tasked with this conundrum made no recommendation. They honestly looked at maps like this and threw up their hands. That was a wise reaction. It will take more work.

Managing health care costs will be tough. There is no easy solution.

Just like looking at a map and deciding Twin Falls and Canyon County are slackers is not wise. Wisdom takes more effort.

And trust.

But now the die has been cast. Idaho will jump into contracting Medicaid through some big health care company. Will we be better served? Will the people on these services get better care? Do you even care?

Moving Medicaid to managed care has not saved most states money. Just look at the maps.

But that is what our legislature and our governor has decided is what’s best “for us”.

I believe we had a good plan. I believe managing primary care doctors was a wise move made by the legislature five years ago. It was based on good study and good advice. It was unwise to jump sideways this soon. But then, we elect them, don’t we?

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The Rub

This got a reaction

Here’s the rub. In the old days, local news got very interested when the legislature, and our local representatives were messing with us down in the marble halls of the State Capitol.

Here in Moscow, Idaho, home of the flagship University for the state, THE University of Idaho (Go Vandals!) those days are gone. Our local paper no longer questions our representatives. And our representatives no longer talk to us. So, if the shiv is coming to our backside, we have little warning in the chow line.

The U of I has long been the home for the first-year medical students of the WAMI->WWAMI program. In 1972 Idaho joined with Washington, Alaska, Montana, and later Wyoming to form a consortium to train MD’s.

Back when it meant a couple professors and ten first year students, it didn’t mean a lot of cash for the local economy. But the program has grown. There are now 40 first year students, and that many second-year students are in town for another six months.  And the well-paid faculty numbers have grown. And many graduates have returned to Idaho. I’m one.

So why would one of our local elected representatives be working to move this cash cow elsewhere?

Brandon Mitchell has served this district for five years. He lives here. He claims to be a good friend of the Director of the Idaho WWAMI program. But he has consistently voted to dump WWAMI.

His first effort was back in 2021 when he supported the “No Public Funds For Abortion Act”. This modest bill prohibited any entity getting Idaho taxpayer dollars from, among other things, “Provide training to provide for abortions.”

So, the University of Washington, whom we have this WWAMI deal with must comply with Idaho law if they want to keep getting Idaho dollars and students.

Here’s the rub. And it’s a rub you should all know. It comes down to definitions. How do you define “abortion”?

This “Act” says: “the act of using or prescribing any instrument, medicine, drug, or any other substance, device, or means with the intent to terminate the clinically diagnosable pregnancy of a woman with knowledge that the termination by those means will, with reasonable likelihood, cause the death of the unborn child.”

That might make sense to you but consider this. Under that definition, I should be in an Idaho prison.

There are some babies who are alive in the shelter of their mother’s wombs but will die upon birth. The doctor who delivers that baby, under current Idaho law is a felon, will lose their license. And Idaho required the University of Washington to not train our students how to care for these women.

Brandon Mitchell cosponsored this law. And he supports the current bills in the Idaho legislature to cut our affiliation with the University of Washington.

Honestly, I wouldn’t doubt the UW cares much. They state they regret the divorce. But why? Who wants a radical legislature telling them how to train physicians. According to many evaluators, WWAMI is the preeminent primary care program in the country. Why not build on the best?

And why send these dollars away from your local community to Utah, or BYU, or the private, for-profit medical school in Meridian?

These are decent questions our local paper should be asking of our elected representatives.

The U of I is also deflecting on these questions. They sound like a teenager explaining away their parents’ acrimonious divorce.

The U of I spends our taxpayer dollars to have a lobbyist, Brandon Mitchell’s predecessor, Caroline Nilsson Troy,  in the Capitol. And we elect these clowns who want to shiv us in the chow line.

Why doesn’t the local paper cover this?

Do we even care?

I do. Don’t stab me in the back.

Here’s my letter to the editor responding to the “reaction”:

I appreciate Dan Schoenberg’s interest in the future of medical education in Idaho. And I must apologize, he is right, I did exaggerate. For I was anticipating WWAMI would get the axe. Instead, we got the cudgel.

When my column written on March 26th, Mitchell had voted for the original HB 368 that cut WWAMI. The Senate amended it. But there had been plenty of WWAMI attacks in the session. We’ll see how it turns out.

But Dan did not address the real question I posed in my column. Representative Mitchell supported and sponsored in 2021 the “No Public Funds for Abortion” bill that defined abortion in a way that makes caring for women with problem pregnancies illegal.

This is the real issue.

Do we wonder why doctors are leaving Idaho?

Should we wonder why quality medical schools don’t find our association worth the effort?

Caring for pregnant women is complex, fraught, and delicate. The Idaho legislature does not have the wisdom or compassion to legislate how this should be done. No legislature does. Stay out of the discussion. It is between a family and their medical providers.

But Representative Mitchell, who Dan Schoenberg seems to speak for seems to think this is beside the point.

I don’t. It’s very important to me. I wish they felt the same.

I would love to have further conversations with Dan or Rep. Mitchell if they chose. This needs attention.

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Sucking in Idaho

Fred knew he was on the bubble. Federal workers all knew that, and he was a newbie, on probation since he’d been hired here in Canyon County from the station back east. His expertise was grass and range and he thought this should be the promised land.

He loved meeting with the producers in Owyhee County. They had their acres and cows and knew the seasons, the grasses, the problems. He knew the invasives, the problems, and they had good sense. It was simpatico. He thought they deserved some support. Heck, they’d been there for generations.

He sometimes didn’t like the Canyon County requests for government money.

There was the Ethiopian lady raising vegetables for the local market. She needed a hoop house to get her plants started early. It wouldn’t cost much, and he thought she’d be helping out the local markets. He tried to explain to her the forms she’d need to fill out.

That was his job. He had to approve requests for government funding to improve the production of their land.

In Canyon County, “rangeland” required quotation marks, since these applicants’ raised alpacas or show horses. A center pivot funded by federal dollars to have more Clydesdales. Well, that was his job.

But today he had to go to Ada County. Somebody wanted to get federal dollars for their fifty acres on the hills above the Capitol. Ada County sucked. And federal dollars can be the fire hose.

Fred got his papers on the front seat of his rig. This government issue vehicle might be soon dispatched, he knew. As might be his job. He sighed and drove into the pit.

The site was up in the foothills. A McMansion and asphalt showed him where to park. Down in the Owyhee, it was dust and tire tracks he followed.

“Hello, Mr. James, I’m Fred from…”

The big bellied applicant cut him off. “Yeah, you’re from the government and you’re here to help me.” He grinned and crunched Fred’s hand.

Fred tried to hide his wince but now figured just how this was to go. “So, you have this application,”

Big belly cut him off. “Yeah, my accountant told me I could get you guys to pay for my fencing and irrigation on this rangeland I have here.” He swept his arm out beyond the 3000 square foot mansion to the sage brush slope. “See, I think with some water this could be beautiful grassland. And I need a privacy fence all around it. Damn mountain bikers are all up in here.”

Fred knew this was not going to go well, but he did his best.

“We give grants to promote improvement for livestock…”

Belly cut him off. “Hell, you federales give grants to promote transgender livestock. Why can’t I get some of your money to drill a well and build a fence?”

Fred looked at the face. He was a belligerent, grinning man. He was sure he was right. He just wanted the government’s money that Fred was in charge of.

Fred took a deep breath. He looked Big Belly in the eye. “Mister. Your application for federal grants cannot be approved. I can give you all the reasons, and I can cite the federal laws. But that will be in the report I send back to you.”

Fred drove back down through the Idaho capital and out the connector to his single wide in Canyon County. He didn’t think this interaction would help his performance evaluation.

Fred got some really good pupusas at a truck in Caldwell before he went home.

He checked his work email as he opened a Budweiser on the kitchen table.

So, he now had to look for work.

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We are Managed

We’re Going to be Managed

It looks like Medicaid in Idaho will now come under the “managed care” umbrella.

I hope you don’t just shrug. But you probably will, since you don’t think this affects you. It does. It affects all of us.

The medical profession has long touted the sanctity of the doctor patient relationship. Except when it came to who pays. We should now be realizing, we all pay. And we are all paying way too much.

Most of us don’t know what this “managed care” thing means. I would argue most of our legislators don’t know either. But they pass the laws, and we send our taxes. We should be expecting more from them. And us.

Many states have done this before.

Here’s the simple description. Idaho puts our $3B Medicaid payment system/ patient care system out to contract. The details of such a contract are very important. Idaho will need to hire some $mart people to design this.

Big companie$ bid.

We grant a contract.

And the money continues to $huffle, but the bid winner gets their take. Their stockholders benefit from their profit. Maybe you have United Health in your portfolio.

Somebody needs to be paying attention.

Has the legislature been paying attention to how the multibillion-dollar MediCaid budget has been spent? Remember, they are ¼ time employees.

Oh, that’s right, they had a “work group” that looked at Medicaid managed care. Mostly Republicans, and they couldn’t come up with a recommendation. But here we are, late in a legislative session, and this big money deal is done.

It seems a bit like Elon got their ear. Slash and burn.

People need care. Don’t let me go all liberal on you, it’s just some numbers.

About 300,000 Idahoans are on Medicaid. So, if you are in a room of seven here in Idaho, the odds are one of you is on this program.

Some are pregnant, some are children, some are disabled. And some, maybe 90,000 are in the “expansion” population. These are folks who make too little to go on the Idaho Exchange and buy health insurance there.

So, our legislators believe some big health care company can manage the health insurance costs for all these different folks and save us taxpayers money.

Like I said, they are not alone. Over 30 states have done this. Have they saved money? Have they provided better care? The answer is not clear.

But the other Medi, MediCARE has done this.

You might have some experience with this, since George Bush II got managed care plans into MEDICARE (old folks need CARE).

MedicAID is for poor and disabled/ MediCARE is for us old folks.

The managed care plans for MediCARE have a long track record, since it’s been around for over 20 years. The results aren’t great. These big insurance companies don’t save us money, and they kick off the expensive folks back to regular MediCARE.

Maybe their shareholders are happy.

This is the health insurance game. If you want to make a profit (who doesn’t?) get rid of your high-cost patients. And provide the least care you can.

MediCAID will be no different. If we want a good delivery system, good care at lower cost, somebody will need to be paying attention.

When states contract with insurance companies for managed care, most require they can only keep 15% for “expenses”, that is CEO pay, etc.

In Idaho, our current overhead is less than 3% of the budget.

Somebody’s going to get very rich on this.

Maybe that’s not news.

Maybe that’s what everybody expects.

Health care is big business in this country, and we here in Idaho just bought in.

I hope your portfolio flourishes.

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Meetings= Together

There are all kinds. There are the ones with minutes or the ones on the sidewalk. There are ones with published agenda and the ones over a couple beers. I admit I don’t always like meetings, especially when I don’t think they serve a purpose.

But you can change that.

When I first got appointed to the Idaho Board of Health and Welfare, I did my research. Before accepting the appointment, I reviewed the minutes of the previous meetings. That had little to inspire me.

But then I remembered the previous H&W Board member from my district, the late Tom Stroschein. I served for six years on the Senate Health and Welfare Committee. Tom would show up every year when he came down to Boise for a Board meeting.

He was an old southeast Idaho sheep rancher, so he had an “aw shucks” manner. And he was a Democrat, now from this tiny liberal part of the state. He would stand before us, recognized by the Chairwoman, Senator Patti Anne Lodge and he would give this self-deprecating “aw shucks” two- or three-minute speech that he was just here to connect.

He just wanted the Senate committee members to know who he was, and he could talk to them about the things the Department of Health and Welfare was doing, and he was keeping an eye on things, as they should be too.

He was saying, “We’re in this together.”

My fellow committee members were answering emails as he spoke, and I’ll admit, after the second year of the “aw shucks” I got a little tired of it.

But he had a valuable point. Standing up and saying, “Let’s all work together for the people we serve” might not be popular these days. But it is worth saying.

And doing.

I only write this because the next scheduled meeting (March 20th) of the Idaho H&W Board has been canceled until after the legislative session. I understand this, but it saddens me.

Idaho DHW staff and director are busting their butts to address legislation that might affect them, and the citizens we serve.

I will admit I have not been the open and honest advocate Tom was. Last year, my only time on the board when a meeting was held during session, I got out of town quick. I did not really want to walk the marble halls and schmooze.

But that’s really what we need to be doing.

Yes, I’ve got the big yellow “D” sewn to my coat, so talking to legislators can be difficult.

But it’s what we should do.

Or is it?

Governor Little (who appointed me to the DHW Board) got 37,457 calls about the private school tax credit bill. They ran 7/1 opposed. He signed it, though the bill did not meet the criteria he outlined.

So, what is the point of this meeting?

The point is, we get to know each other.

I think our Governor heard from the 32K opponents and decided it wasn’t a deal breaker.

Have you ever had a conversation with someone and faced a deal breaker? They said something, and you had to walk away? Before you walk away, you consider the ramifications. Will I need to work with this person again? For if you do, you don’t just walk away.

Tom Stroschein was trying to open up a dialogue. That was brave and honorable.

I knew him well and talked with him regularly. But my fatigue with his appeals was because I didn’t realize he wasn’t really talking to me.

I don’t know that Tom got many folks to listen.

I have not had his courage.

But that effort, to stop someone on the street, talk to them at a town hall, listen to their perspective, share your own with humility and kindness, will make this a better union.

And that is our fundamental goal.

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Little Apples

It appears Representative Jordan Redman has given up on his Idaho Medicaid Expansion repeal bill, HB 138. It barely passed the House and was headed to stormy waters in the Senate. You have to ask, why does this effort to get people off health insurance keep coming up?

So there’s another shot out of the cannon, HB 328. It’s complicated.

Sorry about all the details here, but it is worth your consideration.

Maybe not, if the US Congress decides to make big cuts to Medicaid to fund the Trump Rich People’s Tax Cuts. Whatever is attempted on the state level will be shriveled by the federales.

I truly appreciate all this effort. As I have said so many times, the health care swamp in this country could just be our downfall.

But cuts to Medicaid?

What does one Idahoan on Medicaid Expansion cost the taxpayer?

Keep in mind, under the current split, Idaho pays 10% of the total cost. And don’t let the big numbers thrown around confuse you.

There are many folks covered in Medicaid. There’s the most expensive with severe disabilities. They cost over $20K/ year per person.

Then there’s the kids. Children are cheap. They cost less than $3K per year.

Medicaid Expansion folks cost about $7K/ year.

So, Idaho pays $700 a year of Idaho taxpayer dollars to get them health insurance.

What does Idaho pay to get its legislators health care insurance?

I’m sure Representative Redman knows these numbers. He sells health insurance. Him and his wife and six kids get covered on our tab at over $10K per year. That’s a nice juicy benefit.

But these Medicaid Expansion losers could be scamming us. Sitting on the couch and playing video games all day and we have to pay for their doctor bills. I can see why there is the concern.

So instead of dropping Medicaid Expansion as would have happened in the first bill proposed, this new bill wants to privatize the health care coverage of this small sector of Idaho.

What’s wrong with that?

By the way, privatize has become “Managed Care” in the newspeak of this age.

We have seen how “Managed Care” has affected Medicare (Old people’s guvmint health insurance). Everybody confuses these: Medicare/ Medicaid = Mediconfusion.

Private companies can take over tax funded Medicare (old folks) health insurance and run it for a profit for their stockholders. There’s 20 years of experience. It’s clear. Profit is a powerful motivator, even in this “helping” industry of healthcare. The care is worse, the cost is more , but the profits are real.

It appears Rep. Redman and his cosponsors have decided Idaho would be better served to hand over Idaho Medicaid Expansion to the private equity folks.

At the same time, they want to abandon the effort started ten years ago to hold doctors accountable for wasteful practices.

The most powerful force in this twisted, arcane, convoluted system of health care in this very health care expensive country is, unfortunately, the doctor.

We have given this demigod the power to order unnecessary tests, perform unnecessary surgeries, prescribe harmful and unnecessary medications, and thereby spend our money. If it’s private insurance, the stockholders are pissed. If it’s public insurance, we taxpayers weep. If it’s a normal, honest citizen under this hammer, they just get smashed.

This needs to change.

Idaho started down the road to change this about ten years ago. The progress has been slow.

But throw that baby out now to the venture capitalist wolves?

I am very thankful that our state legislators are trying to reform health insurance. It could be so much better.

But why is their focus on Medicaid? That’s a small apple. Medicaid controls how much it pays. Why aren’t they looking at the big apple, their own big red benefit we all pay for?

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Pitchforks

Congressional Republicans have to come up with some good ideas fast, since the shutdown is looming in a few weeks.

One of the ideas floated has to do with cutting Medicaid. So maybe the Idaho legislature is going off halfcocked, since they have floated their own proposals in the last few weeks. Are they working together? We know for sure Democrats aren’t.

But then, who wants to stand up and defend Medicaid?

Doctors hate it since it pays them a bit more than a couple dozen eggs for what the private insurances might pay one snow tire for their SUV. That is, if they code it right.

But honestly, that is one of the strengths of Medicaid. It puts out the payment schedule and doctors can either take it or not. Doesn’t that save you, the taxpayer money?

Health insurance companies have a mixed incentive. Sure, they want to be able to compete to lower costs and thus get more subscribers. But then, if they get to charge a bit more to their enrollees, they have a little more to send off to their stockholders.

Aren’t the complexities of the healthcare market fascinating?

If we could just get it a little more complicated, maybe you all would show up at the statehouse with pitchforks. Maybe that’s the weave our President is considering.

That’s it! Trump and his congressional toadies have this plan to kick 27% of Americans currently covered by Medicaid off their health insurance so there will actually be a ground swell for single payer, simplifying this corrupt and despicable health care system we are all burdened with. Bernie must be whispering and maybe they are listening?

Let’s do some more numbers.

Nearly 60% of American children are covered by Medicaid. Maybe they will have little pitchforks.

While 51% of pregnant women deliver their babies with private health insurance, that is split amongst hundreds, thousands of insurance companies. Docs love it because these private companies pay over twice what Medicaid pays. But if you compare all the payers, Medicaid is the biggest provider of insurance for women having babies. And the sad part is that they are just getting started figuring out how to do this better.

Pregnant women shouldn’t have to carry pitchforks.

What about those really expensive patients? The severely disabled comprise just 13% of Medicaid enrollees, but the account for three times that percent of the total budget. Folks in wheelchairs with pitchforks? Wouldn’t that just tug at the Bro’s heartstrings?

The Idaho whiners who are focused on the Idaho costs of Medicaid expansion have their numbers. And they know the Idaho budget. But can they see the big picture? Will the folks with pitchforks see the big picture?

It’s not complicated. It’s a simple consideration.

We are the richest country in the world. You might want to make us great again, and I do too. But the way to do that is to confront our healthcare swamp.

You can dismantle USAID, but that’s not 18% of our GDP.

The United States, the richest country in the world, spends about twice per capita what any other country does, and we are sicker for it.

Do we need to run down the “sicker” numbers? I’m running out of space.

I don’t think Medicaid is the solution to all our problems. But it has some of the answers.

I don’t think dissolving Medicaid at the federal level justifies cutting corporate and wealthy folks’ taxes.

And here in Idaho, dropping Medicaid expansion coverage is short sighted. It would cause harm to our state.

We need elected representatives with some vision, some leadership. Maybe health care is that fulcrum. There’s not a lot of profit in this for Elon.

We should keep our pitchforks ready.

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