Wednesday, May 15, 2013

It Gets Worse

We knew it would.
To monitor compliance with these rules, the IRS and HHS are now building the largest personal information database the government has ever attempted. Known as the Federal Data Services Hub, the project is taking the IRS's own records (for income and employment status) and centralizing them with information from Social Security (identity), Homeland Security (citizenship), Justice (criminal history), HHS (enrollment in entitlement programs and certain medical claims data) and state governments (residency).

The data hub will be used as the verification system for ObamaCare's complex subsidy formula. All insurers, self-insured businesses and government health programs must submit reports to the IRS about the individuals they cover, which the IRS will cross-check against tax returns.

Good luck in advance to anyone who gets caught in this system's gears, assuming it even works. Centralizing so much personal information in one place is another invitation for the IRS wigglers in some regional office—or maybe higher up—to make political decisions about enforcement.
What wild-eyed right-wing group is suggesting all this?

The Wall Street Journal.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Carolyn’s Ninetieth

carolyn_ninetieth_everyone_thumb.jpgMy mother-in-law Carolyn celebrated her ninetieth birthday this weekend with a big party on Saturday and a family get-together on Sunday. Here she stands surrounded by all her children and most of her grand-children and great-grand-children.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Out On Our Walk

rr_bridge_5_8_13_thumb.jpgWe went by the old railroad bridge just as the sun went down.

The light was perfect, but all I had was my phone — oh well.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Programming Will Resume...

please_stand_by.jpgI was doing some work in the garden yesterday afternoon that involveed two shovels, a sledgehammer, and a twenty pound, six foot long, steel pry bar. Really stupid work obviously.

At one point I pulled the top of the pry bar toward me really hard and the bottom slipped and I cracked myself smartly on the forehead. With a twenty pound steel bar.

I first thought:
That really sounded bad.
Then I thought:
I'm sure glad I'm still alive.
And finally:
Am I bleeding?
As it turned out I wasn't, and after twenty-four hours the swelling went down. But it made me stop and think. What if, instead of the test pattern, it was:

What then?