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How Single-Payer Healthcare Kills: The Charlie Gard Case Study

If you haven’t heard, Charlie Gard’s parents announced they will no longer fight to have him treated for his illness. They have surrendered because so much time has passed, and in that time his condition has deteriorated. Had they been allowed to take him to the United States for treatment when they first wanted to, or even any time during the months that followed, he would have had a great chance. Many doctors who specialize in Charlie’s condition, including leaders in that field, wanted to treat him and said his case was promising. However, because the courts and the hospital refused to let him go, he is now past the point of no return. Time was of the essence, and the courts wasted time until it was gone.

What does this have to do with single-payer healthcare? That’s the system the U.K. has. Some would like us to follow their lead. Here is how that system has effectively killed Charlie Gard (barring a completely miraculous recovery):

Doctors earn less. Under single-payer healthcare, the government takes over. In order to make the costs manageable, doctors are paid lower salaries. Now, most doctors in America make a lot of money. This isn’t about whether they get paid “enough” to meet their expenses. It’s about whether they are paid enough to keep them in the country.

Doctors leave. The highest-skilled doctors, the leaders of the various fields, the experts. They will leave. Other countries will offer them higher salaries, better conditions. Others may leave the system, choosing to work in private practices and accept only out-of-pocket fees from wealthy patients. Others may leave the profession for something that is less demanding or better paying. Still others may never enter at all, realizing the government-regulated salaries will not make their years of school and massive debt worth it in the long run.

The system overloads. With more patients than ever and fewer doctors, plus the inefficiency of any government-run program, we encounter a shortage of medical care. This results in long wait times for routine procedures, or even just for a check-up. Patients like Charlie with time-sensitive conditions may not see the right specialist until it is too late. Just like we saw with the poor management of the VA hospitals, patients may die waiting for care.

Innovation grinds to a halt. With the leaders of medical innovation moving to countries that offer better working conditions and salaries, and with remaining doctor prioritizing efficiency and standardization in order to see as many patients as possible, medical progress will become stagnant. Hospitals in a country with single-payer healthcare cease to be state-of-the-art. They fall behind on new treatments and procedures. 

Patients leave. Or they try to. Those with complex conditions requiring skilled specialists, who can afford it, will head to other countries to find those specialists. They’re not in the local hospitals. They were driven out by bureaucracy and stagnation.

This is where Charlie Gard comes in. His parents knew that doctors in America had treated similar conditions and were willing to treat Charlie. All they asked was for permission to try. They were denied, first by the hospital, then by the courts. Why?

The hospital first said the treatment was futile. Charlie was too far gone. We know this to be false based on the reports of other doctors who examined Charlie and his scans. The treatment had a reasonable chance of working. Then they said he wouldn’t be able to survive the trip. Both of these arguments make no sense, as the alternative was to let him die. Even when doctors in America offered to send the treatment and protocol to the Great Ormond Street Hospital, where Charlie was, they still refused. They went back to claiming it was futile, and was only prolonging Charlie’s suffering. Only all medical evidence said he wasn’t in any pain or suffering in his current condition. 

Why, then, did they refuse? A few reasons:

Single-payer systems offer no incentives to save lives. Lengthy hospital stays and complicated treatments are a drain on the system. To the bureaucrats, a patient with a severe condition and a low chance of recovery looks like a waste of resources. Better to say the condition is irreversible and untreatable.

Single-payer systems offer no incentives for patient-centered care. In order to keep up with demand for care with a shortage of doctors, single-payer systems turn to a maximum-efficiency model. Patients receive standardized, one-size-fits-all care, whether or not it’s what they need. Giving Charlie Gard an experimental treatment doesn’t fit in that model.

Losing patients to other countries makes the system look bad. When patients start leaving the country to seek high-quality care, the international community is forced to recognize that the system has failed, and that other systems with less government involvement are leading medical progress. This can exacerbate the problems mentioned earlier, especially the problem of doctors leaving the system. If you are specializing in your field, and you realize that patients in your field are leaving to go elsewhere for care, where will you go? As doctors leave or lower their standards to keep up with demand, wait times increase and patient care suffers. 

Once again, patients find themselves in a system where anyone outside the very wealthy receives either substandard care or no care at all. Except now, their incomes have been slashed to pay for this poor or nonexistent care, and they are no longer given the choice to leave. Now, bureaucrats are deciding who gets life-saving treatment and who dies while waiting to see a specialist. Courts drag out appeals until time runs out. 

Your rights are gone. The government now controls your life: your income, your health, your freedom. 

Charlie Gard is a victim of government-controlled health care. Let him be the last. 

So what system do we need instead?

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YOU WANT TO KNOW why millennials aren’t buying fabric softener? It isn’t for environmental reasons. It’s because we have to prioritize our finances. Most of us have to scrape together just enough money to pay rent, student loans, car payments, groceries and gas, that we don’t have money to buy things that aren’t immediately necessary. Fabric softener is something our parents used that we never really gave much thought to.

Detergent cleans our clothing (which is mostly washed on a communal washing machine in an apartment or dorm) and with cheap detergent too. We have more important things to spend our money on than a liquid that will make our clothes smell like the right type of ocean breeze.

But do you want to know why we Millennials can’t prioritize fabric softener? Because our parents and theirs ruined the economy, the housing market and raised the costs of tuition without significantly raising workers wages to match the rise in prices.

My dad always used to tell me “ I bought my first car in college for $700 by myself and all I did was get a summer job working at the video store”. We that’s all fine and good, but the world is a different place now. It’s the place you made it. I have to put 50+ applications out to get two job call backs maybe. A decent car costs at the very least 1800 on Craigslist and even that’s on the low side. Rent for a one bedroom apartment is now $900 in my state but that’s also my monthly salary.

I know you like to rant about our texting and social media use and how we don’t like to roll in the mud and play stick ball like you guys used to, but stop for a second and think about how life and times change. Think about the fact that YOUR generation were the ones that invented the technology that you despise. We don’t have the time or money to worry about fabric softener when we are looking up how much money we can make selling blood so we can make rent every month. Thanks.

Third Time’s the Charm


This is the first part of Meet Me in the Hallway series. It’s going to be three or five parts, depending on how it goes lmao I can get a little bit carried away with my writing and it ends up waaaay longer than I intended.

Feedback and comments are so welcome, I know my writing isn’t the best out there but I’m willing to learn and accept criticism. It’s how we grow as a person anyway, right?

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“Hey, can you help me?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you help me please? I’m lost. I need to get some cash and I can’t seem to put my card in.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I’m desperate.”

“What if I rob all of your money and belongings? I could use some money to pay for my tuition.”

“Listen mate, do whatever you want, but leave me some money for cab. I forgot where I left my phone and I don’t have any cash. I just want to get home. Please.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Just put it in. Please?”

“You’re Flora Sterling.”

“Probably. Cab money. I’m begging you.”

“You know what? Give me your address, I’ll take you home.”

Maybe it’s his kind green eyes or the delicate curve of his mouth, or, maybe, just maybe, Flora is just high and drunk enough to trust anyone.

Maybe it’s her empty, bloodshot eyes or the rosy, tear streaked cheeks, or, maybe, just maybe, Harry is just generous enough to help anyone.

An AU where Harry is a student with a flair for art who’s good at ignoring things and Flora is a girl who has too many people around her and too much feelings, and is not that good at keeping secrets.

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the art of falling (8)

“I’m not trying to save you, you’ll have to do that on your own because no one can do it for you. Trust me, I know. Just let me be with you, let me stay with you while you do that.” 

Summary: Having stumbled across an art exhibition, she came to admire pieces of art work by Minho. Although she was not aware of this as he had been using a pen name. On a late night during one of her visits, Minho happens to be there too.

Part 7 | Part 9


“I’m sorry.” She apologized after a while. Taehyun stood awkwardly by her side as Minho took off for Sora.

“For?” Taehyun leaned a little to hear her better.  

“This. I’m sure you were out for some fun not… this.” She stole a remorseful glance at him, embarrassed that somehow, she got them both involved in the whole mess.  

“We couldn’t leave anyone like that.” Taehyun frowned. “Minho couldn’t leave you.”

“He rarely loses it, but when he does” Taehyun looked down, deep in thought. “It can get pretty rough. But it’s only because he cares.” 

Minho was nowhere in sight, leaving her alone on the couch that she spent the night in. It was only then that she felt somewhat small being in such a vast living room. She must have been too occupied last night to realize how spacious his home was. He had a quirky taste in the furniture that decorated his living space. Cartoon figurines, big and small, were carefully placed at odd corners of the house, making her smile quietly at how everything was a reflection of Minho himself.

You really are such a kid, she thought.  

However, the things he said last night certainly wasn’t that of one.

“Thank you.” He offered her a small smile. “I was at my wits end trying to find the right way to say that to you. But you beat me to it.”

“Minho

“I’ll wait.” He knew the words that idled patiently on her tongue, thinking that it was better unsaid.  “I know you need time, but don’t push me away.”

“I can’t give you what you want.” She wasn’t sure what it was that he wanted in the first place. They texted frequently, exchanging thoughts and musings about art and things related. Subtle hints of flirtations and innocent teasing were spared in between their conversations, but nothing more. At least, she liked to think.

No one could deny the fact that Minho seemed to be the outgoing type, a social butterfly that charmed his ways into people’s hearts without trying too hard. He had a questionable sense of humour that could make her cringe and laugh all at the same time. He possessed a certain kind of shyness, a soft heart beneath his stone-hard, charismatic front.

A part of her knew for certain that she wanted to know more.

Minho looked at her after a thought and sighed as if to brace himself. “I want whatever you want, whatever you give me. But I just want you to know that I’ll wait.”

She opened her mouth to reprimand but Minho had something more. “I’m not trying to save you, you’ll have to do that on your own because no one can do it for you. Trust me, I know. Just let me be with you, let me stay with you while you do that.”

She found herself wandering through his apartment and that was when she saw it. There was a hallway just around the corner where multiple pieces of artwork hung by the wall. Never in her life she had seen anything like it other than a museum, it was as if he had an entire mini gallery of his own.

The closing of a door paused her and she turned to see Minho appearing from behind her.

“You collect these?” She asked, pointing to the paintings that caught her eye.

“I do, yeah.” Minho slid his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, supressing a smile.

“Holy crap.” She grinned, her previous concerns of looking terribly out of place with her uncombed hair and a stinging black eye, long forgotten. Minho stared at her awestruck expression as if it was something he missed, making him chuckle out a grin of his own.  

“Do you like them?” He strolled down the hall with her while she observed the rest carefully.

She nodded almost too quickly with a smile too big.

Enamoured, Minho stopped in his tracks. “Pick one.”

“Are you kidding?” She faced him in an instant as she gaped, looking all sorts of perplexed. “One of these costs more than my tuition.”

Minho raised a brow, unsure of what to say next. Obviously brushing it off with a light scoff, she continued a few steps ahead until her nose caught the faint yet piercing scent of oil paint. Surely it didn’t come from any of these paintings, she thought. Whiffs of turpentine, sweet, became increasingly strong as she walked further towards the end of the hall. She realized that they had come to a small room, partially opened and she was convinced that there was a studio of some sort behind this very door.  

“Do you paint too?” She asked, staring back at him with a hopeful look.

Minho didn’t answer, her question left hanging heavily in mid-air.

Instead he grabbed her wrists, dragging her out of the hallway as he paid no mind to her curiosity.

“Are you hungry? I’m hungry. Let’s have breakfast.”


“Where have you been?!”

Sora blared through the entire place the moment she stepped foot into the apartment. She stared at Sora with eyes as wide as saucers, and drew a sharp breath.  

“I should be the one to ask you that, Sora!”

Sora held the same look on her face, utterly shocked at the state her roommate was in as she walked closer.

“What the hell happened to you?” Sora gasped, taking her chin to glare at her bruised eye. “Who did this?”

She ignored her spitting demand. “Where were you, Sora? Didn’t you get any of my goddamn calls?”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I only realized you were gone halfway there and I thought—” Sora was stammering at this point, it wasn’t like her. “My phone died and I figured you headed back but you weren’t home, y-your phone was with me and I didn’t know, oh god, I—”

“It’s fine.” Clearly in a state of shock, she helplessly softened and pulled Sora in for an assuring hug.

“You look like hell.” Sora cried out a pained whisper.

“You’re one to talk.” She retorted, swallowing back a laugh at Sora’s flushed and runny face, the girl close to choking on her own tears.  

“You’re unbelievable.” Sora snapped back at her teasing tone. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“It was an accident—”

Who did this?” She insisted once more, the lines on her forehead visible as she frowned at her beaten face.

There was silence when they held a painfully steady eye contact. She knew that if Sora found out the truth, she’d explode to a million bitter pieces. But then the girl pestered her until she caved.  

“Did you really have to play hero? Look at you.” Sora heaved a disapproving sigh. “That’s it we’re filing a report.”

“No.” Her hands flew out at the speed of light, grabbing Sora like she was terrified.

Sora shot her a stunned look. “Are you seriously defending the bastard?”

“I can’t do that to Minho. Can you imagine what it’d do to him if this got out?” Her voice cracked, almost like she was pleading and the look on Sora’s face shifted to a mixture of disgust and pity.  

“You were hit, assaulted. Besides, Minho’s innocent—”

“Sora, I can’t risk it.” She begged, brows deepening as they furrowed. “I’ll have a talk with Hyunwoo—”

“I can’t believe you just said that! There’s no way you’re going anywhere near him!” Sora’s voice raised to a falsetto, further gaping at her as if she just lost her head.

“You know what hurts more than this?” She ignored Sora once more, pointing a finger to her swollen eye. Everything felt numb at this point. “Minho. Seeing him look at me that way, the things he says. It hurts because I can’t do the same for him.”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

Sora’s words came to slap her, hard.

“I can’t. I’ve spent it all on someone else. I’m spent.” She looked away to the ground, voice barely above a whisper.

Sora looked at her best friend with a heavy heart. She wanted so much to say that it was all just an excuse. An excuse for her, simply because she didn’t want to risk going through the same thing twice. Not after spending all this time trying to fix and put herself together. And so Sora bit back her tongue, wrapped her arms around her shoulders as she began sobbing silently into the hug.  


“No, no, go away. I’m not talking to you.” Minho scooted away from Johnny who happened to find his feet rather interesting today.

The cat followed him nonetheless, nudging the rapper fondly by the leg.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Minho groaned, going down to lift her up in defeat.

“Do you know how hard it is for her to say that? All you did was lick yourself with your leg up.” He squinted at Johnny. “If only it was that easy for me, I’d gladly lift my leg up.”

“What the hell is going on?” Jinwoo cracked a laugh seeing the exchange. “Who’s lifting whose leg?”

I like you too the phrase played like a new favourite song in his head. Minho scrunched his face at Johnny.

You lucky thing you, he thought.

“Have you completely lost it after last night?Taehyun muttered from across the room, events of last night still visible in his mind.

“Put this on before we go out.” Seungyoon ordered flatly, flopping a face mask on Minho’s lap as he brushed past him. “Don’t want anyone asking questions about that lip.”

The leader was far from thrilled when he was informed about the incident, mostly worried for his member’s safety and how on earth was he supposed to explain this to their manager?

“Is she okay?” Seungyoon asked anxiously, suddenly feeling like he was the one responsible for all this.

“I hope so, she refused to go get it checked.” Minho replied, running a hand to the back of his neck like he was irritated.

“Of course, she wouldn’t you idiot.” Seungyoon tossed him a scowl. “So, what is this now? Are you two going out?”

“As much as I hate to say it, no we’re not.” Minho tipped his head back and stared at a spot on the ceiling.  

“You’re shitting me right?” Taehyun erupted, startling the boys in their seat. “I thought you were? The way you acted and—” He licked his lips in a haste, seemingly confused with the whole thing. 

“I know, Tae.” Minho raked one had through his hair, immersed with the thoughts of her.

He couldn’t quite wrap his head around how he met a peculiar stranger in a museum and was hooked on every word she had to say about art and its wondrous possibilities. Minho never longed for words like those that rung in her voice. Never wanted anyone’s attention as much as he did hers.  

“Who is she, Minho?” Jinwoo asked breaking the silence.

Just a stranger I met then.

Someone I can’t stop thinking about now.


“Have you seen it?”

“Seen what?”

“The news, Minho.”

Minho rested his head in between the safety of his arms.

“I was with Taehyun, no one else was there. I don’t know how this was possible.”

“Well it must be the other two then.”

“No, hyung. There’s no way she would

His head pounded trying to sink it all in.

“How about the other guy? The one who

“He was too drunk to even function.”

“Either way, someone tipped the media, Minho. Keep it low, yeah? Don’t do anything stupid.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, he held the urge to scream out his frustrations.

“Do I have to release a statement?”

“We’ll see what CEO Yang has to say.”


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Little Simz pays homage to the #FeesMustFall protest movement in South Africa

London rapper Little Simz flew halfway across the world to Cape Town, for this Jeremy Cole-directed video for single Gratitude. It features footage shot during this year’s #FeesMustFall movement, which saw a South African university students protest the raising of tuition fees at sit-ins and rallies that often involved violent clashes with armed police.

Simz raps her verses over a melancholy, thudding beat and an indie-indebted guitar line while London-based band the Hics take over singing duties in the chorus.

For context, the Guardian recently ran a long-form story looking at #FeesMustFall and the origins of educational disparity in a country still divided by the racist policies entrenched by the former apartheid government. 

Simz’ debut album, A Curious Tale of Trials and Persons, is out now on AGE 101.

I don’t want to drop out

I’ve made a lot of money posts recently, and I don’t know really what else to do. I’m working over 40 hours a week, I’m at 15 credit hours as a full time student and I live on my own. I don’t have a properly working laptop of my own, and my car just cost me over 200 dollars to fix, on top of professors charging hundreds of dollars for homework access codes. I’ve currently got 550 dollars worth of credit card debt that I can’t pay, because tuition was raised and my pay was cut at work. I live paycheck to paycheck and I take commissions. I’m not asking for money, just for people to spread the word so I start getting business, I have reasonable prices and I’ll draw anything that isn’t offensive. If anyone is interested in helping, my PayPal is

Paypal.me/masterrealm

And my email for commission questions is

Masterrealm.tumblr.com/commissions


Huge thank you to all those that share this. I am in desperate need of more income this month.

Still Trash. Every Possible Pynch Moment in The Dream Thieves Part 1

“Well, it’s impossible, then,” Adam said. “It won’t fly if it has no battery and no engine.”

But Adam, who had only gotten this far in life by questioning every truth presented to him, had wanted proof.

“It won’t fly if it has no battery and no engine,” Ronan mimicked in a higher-pitched version of Adam’s faint Henrietta drawl.  (ch. 1) (Blue POV)

What a way to start these losers of in book 2. Even though TDT is predominantly about Ronan, There isn’t many pynch scenes in it. (really I should just make a post about Ronan discovering his inner gay because that’s basically this book) It’s alright though, everyone’s dealing with a lot crazy interpersonal stuff. ANYWAY, here we have Ronan still acting like the 5 year old he is because he doesn’t know how to feelings. idiot. Also that bit about Adam is VERY interesting once you read BLLB. 

Ronan leaned on the cracked black vinyl of the passenger-side door and chewed on the leather bands on his wrist. They tasted like gasoline, a flavor that struck Ronan as both sexy and summery. (ch. 3) (Ronan POV)

*tilts head and stares* really?! So we all know Ronan gets a hard on for cars and racing but WHO ELSE WOULD POSSIBLE SMELL LIKE GASOLINE AND OIL AND CARS IN GENERAL??? HMMM??? I WONDER. 

Whatever bargain Adam had struck in order to accomplish it seemed to have rendered him a little unpredictable as well. Ronan, a sinner himself, wasn’t as struck by the transgression as he was by Gansey’s insistence that they continue to pretend Adam was a saint. (ch. 3)

Can I tell you all? I got heart eyes at this moment. I just love imperfect characters so much. The bigger the disaster the better. And I guess Ronan agrees with me. Also, I love how straight forward Ronan can be. For him, Adam getting a little wilder isn’t an issue compared to Gansey who holds Adam to a certain esteem. On a pedestal really. I don’t know, it just feels like Ronan treats him more like an equal? Adam can make mistakes because Ronan makes mistakes. It’s such a contrast between Ronan/Gansey and Adam/Gansey. god i need to make a series of post on that whole mess. 

Ronan sometimes dreamt of Adam, too, the latter boy sullen and elegant and fluently disdainful of dream-Ronan’s clumsy attempts to communicate. (ch. 5) (Ronan POV)

*cries* I SWEAR MY HEART LEAPS INTO MY THROAT EVERY TIME I READ THIS. So much is happening to Ronan in this book, some serious life and death stuff and on top of it he has to deal with his Gay Panic. Only it’s not even really a panic about liking boys.It’s a very specific panic about a specific boy. on his friend. THAT’S WHAT KILLS ME. Sullen and elegant and fluently disdainful or this this sad, beautiful boy that hates me. How many times did Ronan dream about himself trying to just TALK to Adam?? Trying to get the other boy to understand him?? 

“Hello? Oh, hey,” Gansey said to the phone, touching a notebook with a handgun printed on the cover. The oh, hey was accompanied by a definite change in the timbre of his voice. That meant it was Adam, and that somehow stoked Ronan’s anger. Everything was worse at night. (ch. 9) (Ronan POV)

📢 EVERY 📢 ONE 📢 WANTS 📢 ADAM 📢 PARRISH. *clears throat* SO. Ronan has got some things to reflect on. I was so tempted to add that quote were he Thirst for Gansey’s collarbone but I resisted. For me this was a bit of jealousy sure but I honestly don’t know who he’s more jealous of? That Gansey is talking to Adam or that he has a special Adam tone? What I like best about this that last line. There’s a certain truth to the night time,people get a little more open, a little more honest with themselves. It forces you to reflect and that makes Ronan real angry. Poor kid :(

Sometimes Ronan thought Adam was so used to the right way being painful that he doubted any path that didn’t come with agony. (ch. 9)

Every time I read this I want to tattoo it on my back and set myself on fire. There are a mix of personal feelings involved in that response sure but it also just strikes me how Ronan understands some of the most complicated parts of Adam. And this line just hurts. it hurts because it’s so damn true. 

Probably, Adam had made the connection between his rent change and the tuition raise. It wasn’t a complicated assumption, and he was clever. It was easy, too, to hang it on Gansey. If Adam had been thinking straight, though, he would’ve considered how it was Ronan who had infinite connections to ST. Agnes. And how whoever was behind the rent change would have had to enter a church office with both a wad of cash and a burning intention to persuade a church lady to lie about a fake tax assessment. Taken apart that way, it seemed to have Ronan written all over it. But one of the marvelous things about being Ronan Lynch was that no one ever expected him to do anything nice for anyone. (ch. 9)

I don’t even know where to start. Or what to say. 1) Ronan knew when he got that letter that Adam wasn’t going to be able to pay. He also knew that Adam wasn’t going to take any money. 2) He knew that Adam would probably run himself even MORE ragged then he was already because he’d never give up Anglionby without a fight 3) He took himself to the bank, got the EXACT NUMBER FOR THE TUITION RAISE ONLY strolled on over to the church, sweet talked and persuaded the church lady to a) take the money in the first place b) lie about where it came from 4) He never said a damn word about it. 5) He didn’t expect anything at all 6) He knew Adam would probably figure it out because he is clever 7) He figured he’d blame Gansey because no one every expects him to be nice. L O L I GOTTA GO DROWN NOW TTYL. 

The thing was, Ronan knew what a face looked like, just before it was about to break. He’d seen it in the mirror often enough. Adam had fracture lines all over him. (ch. 9)

WHY. CAN’T. MY. SONS. BE. OKAY. (i know they are but I’m in the moment okay) To be perfectly honest with you all, I shipped Adam x Gansey pretty hard through TRB and some TDT but this line? THIS was the one that made pynch my OTP. My favorite thing to see between two characters is mirrored pain. To be able to see that rough texture and just get it. Ronan knows that Adam is at the end of his thread and he’s trying to do what he can to ease some pressure off those fracture lines. It’s not even him trying to prevent the breakage (like Gansey is trying to do) he just wants to soften the blow if he can. *chokes back tears* 

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The Lib Dems got the fairest deal they possibly could on tuition fees.  Please let me explain this comment as best as I can:

Coalitions governments are about compromise.  Neither the Lib Dems nor the Conservatives won the 2010 general election outright.  Neither party could get everything they wanted as they did not gain a mandate (the right to), or indeed the seats required, to govern as a majority government.  They had to rely on each other to get stuff done.  They also had to at least look like they agreed on policies, otherwise the world ‘markets’ would have no confidence in the government and the economy would crash again.

The raise in tuition fees was a Conservative policy.  All the Lib Dems could do was make it as fair as possible.  If they then voted against it after working on it for months, they’d have wasted time and tax payers money by doing so.  They would have looked just as bad politically.  Unfortunately, it was a loose loose situation.  A fault of the system maybe, but not the party.

On a side note, due to the number of seats won by the respective parties in 2010 and to keep the Conservatives out, a coalitions of Labour, Lib Dems, DUP and Greens still would have NOT given the seats needed to form a strong, stable majority government.  Imagine the last 5 years, but really with no one agreeing on anything and nothing getting done….

A final comment, I’m a university student and I will be voting the Lib Dems again on 7 May 2015.  I believe if we had a Lib Dem *majority* government; without the dead weight of the Conservatives, tuition fees would have been scrapped by now.  They are also the only party willing to put £3.5billion into mental heath and treat it equivalent to physical health, which means a lot to me and the people I love.  I believe they are the only party with a heart, but also a brain.  I think they are so passionate about fighting for their corner and I don’t see this in any other party.  Personally, I would actually prefer to see more coalitions with the Lib Dems because, frankly, I don’t trust Labour or the Conservatives with a wet flannel!

TLDR, I (still) agree with Nick.

I came across this picture a few weeks ago on Reddit. It’s pretty funny, when you think about it, how much of what Bernie wants to do isn’t the least bit radical.

He wants to:

  • Break up the big banks 
  • Make all public colleges and universities tuition free 
  • Raise the minimum wage 
  • Expand Social Security
  • Change to a single-payer healthcare system
  • Guarantee paid parental, sick, and vacation leave
  • Ensure that women get equal pay for equal work

How does he plan to fund all these “extreme” ideas? By taxing the wealthy and reducing the military budget.

Seriously. Even the “cons” are actually “pros”. A cost-benefit analysis is all about what you are getting for what you are giving up, but I’m not sure we’re really giving anything up in this exchange. I’m all for taxing the wealthy, particularly since they are currently paying significantly lower percentages than their employees. And with the military, he’s been one of the staunchest supporters of veterans, so we know this is about not getting into wars, not about abandoning the troops who served.

also i enrolled in a class but also i forgot that hunter raised tuition so my 1 grad class is uh  an additional 1.4k that i don’t have rn??? to cover the class and rent ??? 

 hopefully w. the new job and the internship stipend i can balance it out and do a payment plan maybe;;;? 

Personal Vendetta (Part 2)

your best friend meets your boyfriend aka nathan’s not too sure about your choice

(not a direct sequel, but the same idea as the first one - part 1)

word count: 2,779

The room you were in was too loud that you could barely hear Nathan on the other line. He mentioned how he was going to be late and couldn’t come to your parent’s party until later in the night due to sponsorship related things. You immediately felt the urge to panic at his late arrival. He was supposed to be coming for the first half of the party and then leaving later because he still had his usual early morning practice. Apparently it looked like it was going to be the other way around. You had specifically planned it a certain way for a reason, and it looked like the thing you were trying to keep a secret was no longer going to be one.

“Honey is everything alright?” Your mother asks. All you can do is nod and tell her things are fine, you don’t want to ruin your parents’ anniversary party by bringing in unwanted drama.

“Is Nathan not coming?”

“He’s coming, just going to be late…” You tell her and she immediately smiles, “Oh good I was starting to get worried.”

Your parents, especially your mother loved your best friend. They would often tease you about when you were getting married; you would just laugh along because the thought was humorous. Getting married to Nathan was something you had thought about once when you first met him because let’s face it. He’s absolutely perfect, and what girl wouldn’t want that? You just couldn’t see him ever really feeling the same, not to mention with his schedule it was hectic enough being his best friend, you couldn’t imagine wife. You two had made one of those typical “if we’re both single by 30 we’ll get married” deals with one another, but you didn’t see it coming true. 30 was just around the corner for both of you and you definitely didn’t feel ready to get married.

“And Matty?”

Your stomach churned, “He’ll probably be here around the same time as Nathan.”

Matty King was the secret you had been hiding from Nathan for months. You didn’t mean for it to happen at all, but it just did. When you first started dating Matty you knew it would probably be a given to introduce him to your best friend, but you kind of ended up skipping Nathan and introduced him to everyone else. You didn’t have to lie all that much, a lot of the time Nathan would be gone for meets and you didn’t need to make excuses about why you couldn’t hang. It just came so naturally.

You felt as though you couldn’t let Matty and Nathan meet, and there were a couple reasons as to why. First off Nathan’s opinion was vastly important to you and you were having fun with Matty, you didn’t want Nathan overtly pointing out the obvious things wrong with your relationship and ending things right there. Also, Matty and Nathan were very different from each other, them together in the same room was sure to be a disaster and you had evidence as to why. All three of you had gone to school together at Cal, and Sophomore year you never heard the end of how much Nathan hated “that Mathew guy” in his Biology class. At the time that was something you definitely took with a heavy heart because your best friend didn’t usually hate people. Therefore you also decided to hate this guy too, it was only right.  

That was until a couple of months ago when you had run into him at the local farmers market. You both had vague recollections of who the other was, mostly him knowing you from being Nathan’s friend and for the brief period of time that you had been involved in on campus activism.

“Didn’t you run through every class protesting the raise of tuition?” He had asked. You just blushed and nodded. Your interaction with him was sweet, and he had teased you a bit which you kind of liked. After exchanging phone numbers you both texted for a while until he finally asked you out, and the rest was history.

You had promised yourself you would tell Nathan sooner or later, it just never came up until now. There was no way you could avoid it, Nathan and Matty were going to interact tonight and you would have to introduce Matty as your boyfriend. The boyfriend you didn’t tell Nathan about for months.

You couldn’t focus on talking to guests; you just kept looking at the door waiting for one of them to show up. There was no way you could concentrate.

As you talked to one of your many relatives you felt two hands cover your eyes and the classic, “guess who?” be said. Instead of answering, to avoid an awkward situation you simply turned around to see Matty. Smiling, you give him a kiss.

“How late am I?” He asks.

“You’re on time. Right when I told you to be here.”

He puts his arm around you, “Do I get another kiss for promptness?” You giggle, “Why of course.”

After you kiss him again you feel your eyes floating towards the door once again and it’s clear Matty has noticed. “What’s going on babe?” You and Matty had never really talked about Nathan, but deep down you could tell that he had the same sort of dislike towards your best friend as he had for him.

“So I’m sorry for kind of just dropping this on you, but Nathan’s going to be here soon and I kind of never told him about us.” He furrows his eyebrows, “What do you mean you never told him?” Just as your about to answer him, out of the corner of your eye you’re able to see your 6’7” best friend walk in, standing high above everyone else in the party.

“Wait here for a minute.” You don’t wait for Matty’s response you walk off, squeezing through people to get to Nathan at the doorway. As soon as he catches sight of you, you feel his arms being wrapped around you. “Hello.” You murmur into his shoulder, crushed by his strong arms.

He lets go of you smiling, “Hi.”

You find it hard to look into his eyes, you had been keeping a part of your life away from him for the last couple of months and you felt as though you didn’t deserve to stare into those warm eyes. Your best friend could tell something was off and he placed a hand on your shoulder, “What’s going on?” For some reason, both of the men in your life seemed to know your tell, you definitely had to change it up soon.

No matter how you presented the situation to Nathan he would be caught off guard and perhaps horribly upset with you. Somehow you just had to manage to get it out.

“Nathan… You know I love you very much.” Looking down, he blushes a bit, “I know that.”

“And I would never want to do anything to hurt you.” You say and he frowns a bit but nodding as a sign for you to continue.

“Well Matty is here…”

Nathan twists his face together in confusion, clearly trying to search the back of his brain for who this Matty person is. “Who?” He asks.

“Matty. You know Matthew. King.”

“You mean from school?” You nod once and he continues to question, “What is he doing here? Why is he at your parents’ anniversary party?”

Averting your eyes away from him once again you answer, mumbling most of your words, “He’s kind of my boyfriend… And has been for a couple of months.”

Although your speech is almost inaudible he’s able to catch what your saying and his eyes widen, “Kind of? A couple of months?”

Just before you can say anything your interrupted by none other then Matty. He grabs ahold of your hand and looks at Nathan, “What’s going on man?”

Judging by Nathan’s stance you can tell he has no want to talk to Matty, but then he looks at you and sighs, “Not much man. Just trying to have a conversation with my best friend.”

“Oh sorry about that. Just thought I would come and find my girlfriend.” You roll your eyes at both of the boys being extremely ridiculous. You knew that they didn’t like each other and this first meeting wouldn’t be the easy, but judging by the way it was starting it was only going to get worse.

“Why don’t we get a drink? Nathan, do you want a drink?” You say trying to avert the attention away from their behavior. Nathan smiles at you and then looks at Matty, “I would love one, thanks y/n.”

As you walk to the table for refreshments you can’t help but completely regret the decision you made in all of this, because obviously it was the wrong one. Maybe this is what you deserved.

Pouring Nathan a drink you hand it to him, which he takes with a smile and a wink, Matty watching the whole time with a bitter stare. You can see your mother watching the three of you from the other side of the room. This was definitely where you wanted this to happen, at a family party in front of a bunch of relatives you talk to twice a year.

As soon as you give Matty a drink, you’re all left standing in uncomfortable silence. Well except for the glares Nathan and Matty were exchanging, otherwise those were louder than words.

Matty is the one who breaks the silence surprising enough, “So y/n mentioned you have early practices. I guess that means you won’t be able to stay very long. That sucks.” His tone bothers you, not liking the way your boyfriend is speaking to your best friend. “Actually I can be here as long as I want.” Nathan says, clearly wanting to stand his ground.  

“That’s really cool man, I know how hard it is to be a swimmer. Traveling all the time, never getting to see your family and friends as much as you want. Don’t worry though, I’ve been keeping y/n company while you’ve been away.” Matty puts an arm around your waist and you suddenly feel strangely uncomfortable in his grasp.

Nathan grits his teeth and takes another sip of his drink, “Thanks. You know, as long as she’s not in the hands of a complete douchebag.”  

You have an urge to excuse yourself, to be anywhere else but there. However, you know how leaving them alone together would only make the situation more detrimental than it already was. Taking a large drink of the alcohol in your cup you decide that it was probably better to do this intoxicated than sober.

Somehow, just somehow you had managed to make it to the end of your parents’ party. You had told your mother and father to head to sleep and you would clean up the living room before you left to go home. Luckily you also had Nathan to help who had so kindly volunteered to stay behind. Matty unfortunately had to leave, partly because of work the next day and partly because cleaning wasn’t “his thing.”

You and Nathan had worked in silence for most of pickup duty and you could tell that he was mad at you. Mad that you hadn’t told him anything about Matty, just dropping him with it all at once and mad that this whole night was terrible. You didn’t get to spend any time with your best friend, it was just really uncomfortable.

You hadn’t heard Nathan’s voice since he volunteered to help that when he speaks your caught off-guard, “I seriously can’t believe you’re dating him.” Looking up from the black garbage bag you were currently throwing empty paper plates in you tell him how you really feel, “He’s actually really cool when you get to know him.”

Nathan snorts and pulls out the broom from the hall closet, “I don’t want to get to know him.”

The whole night had gotten you worked up, you understood that both boys had something against the other, but couldn’t they just put it all aside for you? Or if anything put it aside for just one night? You felt done with this whole thing that you throw down the garbage bag down, “Ugh, Nathan why can’t you just give him a chance? You already had an opinion of him from so long ago and you’re sticking to it… But things change, and he’s my boyfriend now so…”

“He was a dick then, and he’s still a dick now. He hasn’t changed at all.”

“Nathan-” You begin, but he’s quit to cut you off. “Do you want to know the real reason I don’t like him?”

You look away from him, but he continues, “When we were at school together he would always ask me if I was friends with that ‘hot babe that lived in Kerr’ and make these stupid, gross comments about you.” You feel your heart fall a bit, thinking about Matty saying things like that about you, but that was a long time ago.

You catch Nathan’s eyes again, “So? He’s different now. I like him.”

“What about our deal?” Nathan asks.

“What deal?”

He sighs as if he’s extremely disappointed in you, “Our get married at 30 deal.”

“Oh Nathan come on, you know that was just something we said one time.” You pick up the garbage bag again and continue throwing trash from the party inside. Nathan still hasn’t moved, “What do you mean something we just said?”

“I mean it’s not going to happen. Thirty is just about three years away, neither of us are ready for marriage, we’re best friends and I have Matty!”

Nathan goes over to your side of the room and catches your wrist, “Can you please stop cleaning up for one minute and just look at me?” Surprised at Nathan’s behavior, you stop. “I’m looking at you,” you say looking into his eyes.

“What if I want to?” You’re confused by his words, “Want to what?”

“To marry you. What if I want to?”

You widen your eyes, you can’t tell if he’s completely joking, just saying this because he hates Matty so much, or if he’s really being serious.

He takes your speechlessness as a sign to go on, “I love you. I love you and I’ve known it for awhile.”

He drops your wrist and you take a step back, “Nathan…”

“I love you and I don’t want you to be with anyone else except me, and I don’t want to be with anyone else except you. I need you and I want you to say yes.”

“Yes?” You mumble, barely able to make sense of the whole thing.

“Say yes to loving me back. Please.” You blink a couple of times, trying to hold back some tears that threaten to spill out if any of the wrong moves are made.

You had been so worried about the Nathan and Matty situation that you never told Nathan about him, why? Was it because they truly didn’t like each other? Or were you just afraid of telling Nathan you had found someone because you had always wanted there to be a space for him to fill?

When the two of you had made that little deal, it was something you had seen in a movie, something that you thought would be funny. Deep down at the time you hoped it would happen, but knew it more than likely wouldn’t since Nathan had beautiful, intelligent girls throwing themselves at him all day.

Nathan had always been there for you, and at the end of the day you had no problem choosing which one you would rather have in your life, Nathan or Matty.

“Yes.” You mumble.

“Yes?” He asks confused.

You give him a half smile with a tear rolling down your cheek,“Yes to loving you back.”

It’s almost as if it happens all in slow motion, he wraps his arms around your waist and leans in. You follow him until both of your lips are connected. He handles you with such a gentle touch as if he doesn’t want to break you, and you can right there and then how much waiting he’s done for you.

Breaking apart, you lean your foreheads against one another, both of you breathing harder than usual. There’s silence as you stare into each other’s eyes.

You smile at him, “My parents are going to be so happy.”

He laughs and kisses you again.

Reagan’s ideology created the massive student loan debt crisis we have today. Conservatives have cut spending toward higher education more and more since Reagan was president which has forced institutions to make up their needed operational costs by raising student tuition year after year which then led to massive student loan debt for millions. Instead of investing in America by supplementing higher education, conservatives have instead set America up to fail. Education is the key to prosperity. Education is the ticket to the American dream. Republicans want education to be a privilege not a right. This is how conservatives are destroying our future. -mk

lexocity  asked:

Quick question: how much does it is cost in total to attend CalArts for 4 years currently? The site said that its going to be around $50,000-60,000 on average for tuition and other things but you said on an ask that you were 6 digits into debt from it??

Ooh that’s probably the yearly tuition. When I was a student there, our on campus budget was about $30-40k per year. They raise the tuition by x% (I forget how much exactly) every year.

If it’s $50k now, hot dang. Without scholarships, you’re looking at $200k for 4 years.

  • Society: College is necessary for higher education and better jobs.
  • Person: Okay, cool.
  • College: *raises tuition from $8,000 a year to $18,000*
  • College: *raises book prices from $50 to $150*
  • College: *sets impossible SAT scores as minimum*
  • College: *invests in the cheapest food government law allows*
  • College: *pleads for extra money from students*
  • Person: I can't afford college.
  • Society: Haha okay die alone and uneducated you lazy vermin. :)