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Wall Street’s newest scam

This morning’s Times headlines the newest Wall Street money grab: the securitization of life insurance settlements:

The bankers plan to buy “life settlements,” life insurance policies that ill and elderly people sell for cash — $400,000 for a $1 million policy, say, depending on the life expectancy of the insured person. Then they plan to “securitize” these policies, in Wall Street jargon, by packaging hundreds or thousands together into bonds. They will then resell those bonds to investors, like big pension funds, who will receive the payouts when people with the insurance die.

Here’s how it will works. A horde of ghouls will descend upon people in poor health. They will offer to pay them ready money for an assignment of their rights under outstanding life insurance policies, after which they, or the companies they represent, will pay the premiums, and collect when the person dies, the sooner the better from the point of view of the “investors”. These life settlements have been around for awhile:

But the industry has been plagued by fraud complaints. State insurance regulators, hamstrung by a patchwork of laws and regulations, have criticized life settlement brokers for coercing the ill and elderly to take out policies with the sole purpose of selling them back to the brokers, called “stranger-owned life insurance.”

Gee, who could have predicted that? This reeks of yet another credit default swap mess waiting to happen. Once again, insurance contracts being securitized. No doubt Congress will be stirred into inaction.

However, I pause to wonder about something else. Those of my readers (if I have any-readers, that is) that went to law school will no doubt remember a quaint notion called “insurable interest”. I actually brought up this concept years ago when I first wrote about credit default swaps, long before they helped bring our economy to its knees.

If memory serves, the courts developed the concept of “insurable interest” to prevent just this sort of thing, albeit on an individual basis. The thinking is that one should insure only those things in which one has an actual stake. As a matter of public policy, it is not a good idea to let my neighbor take out insurance on my life. He gains nothing if I continue to live, and quite a lot if I happen to die. Thus, the courts, at least in the dim and distant past, would refuse to enforce an insurance contract if the person making the claim lacked an “insurable interest” in whatever risk was being covered. Generally, speaking, the theory is that you should take out insurance only against things you really don’t want to happen, not those that you would like to see happen, or about which you are at best neutral.

These “life settlements” leave the “investors” with no interest in the continued viability of the covered persons, but every reason in the world to hope for their swift deaths. It gives these “investors” an interest not only in individual deaths, but in many deaths. It gives them an interest to oppose advances in health care and treatment, or in the distribution thereof. This is no idle speculation on my part, it is clear from the article:

But even with a math whiz calculating every possibility, some risks may not be apparent until after the fact. How can a computer accurately predict what would happen if health reform passed, for example, and better care for a large number of Americans meant that people generally started living longer? Or if a magic-bullet cure for all types of cancer was developed?

Well, we certainly wouldn’t want any of those things to happen.

So, in addition to the Health Insurance Companies, Republicans, and their teabagger dupes, we can look forward to the creation of an entire financial sector opposed to improved health care. Oddly enough, the only hope we have to nip this in the bud is the Life Insurance companies, who, thankfully, can smell a rat. If they can’t stop it then we will have to wait until the inevitable collapse of the market, following which we will have to bail out what can only be described as Investors in Death.


Election season starts

Before the days of permanent campaigning, Labor Day was the traditional start of the election season. It still is, sort of, on the election front. Today the Groton Democratic Town Committee took possession of its new headquarters, located at 780 Long Hill Road, located in the front of the Groton Shopper’s Plaza. It’s actually next door to our 2004 headquarters.

It’s still a little barebones, but as you can see, we’ve made a start.

We’ll be having a little party to kick off the start of the local election campaign, and it’s free admission, though we’ll take any money you care to give. Join us a week from today (Saturday, September 12th) between 3:00 and 5:00 PM.

Meanwhile, enjoy Labor Day.


Friday Night Music

These two songs have, so far as I can see, nothing much in common, though they were only one degree of separation in the youtube stream of consciousness.

One of the truly great rock songs, truly unintelligible at any speed.

This one occurred to me last week. It illustrates something about rock music in the distant past. It might be silly, but it makes you feel good. The Newbeats discuss their culinary preferences.


Contagious

Couldn’t resist borrowing this from Colin McEnroe. Give it some time. It takes a minute or so to get going.


Reflections on a town hall meeting

No blogging last night, since my wife and I, along with a bunch of other Groton Dems, went to Montville to attend Joe Courtney’s town hall meeting on health care. I can only say I’m glad that I go swimming every morning, because the chlorine in the pool had to be at least partially effective in disinfecting me.

I’ve never experienced sustained exposure to an unreasoning, hostile mob before. These people are impervious to facts, reason, or the lessons any rational person would draw from everyday experience. They firmly believe any internet rumor that strikes their fancy, never thinking to fact check the most outlandish statement. (Example: a person who serves a single term in Congress is entitled to a pension at full pay for the rest of his or her life. The truth is here, among other places). The level of ignorance was exceeded only by the level of hostility, and this one was probably mild in comparison to some of these things. Mindless repetition of meaningless Fox talking points (why is the length of the bill a meaningful criticism? What would one expect of a complex bill?) and refusal to take an answer for an answer. (Joe explained “where the money was coming from”, at least 4 times, even using that dreaded word “taxes”, but they kept insisting he hadn’t answered the question, because they didn’t get the answer they wanted, which isn’t surprising, because their position appears to be that the question is unanswerable.) A mindless herd just waiting for a demagogue. God help us.

In a few minutes I’ll be heading to Drinking Liberally, where I’ll be able to engage in some rational discourse while a beer or two completes the work of all that chlorine.


That time again

Looking for a great way to end the summer and kick off the Labor Day weekend. Looking to get together with fascinating people to talk politics and drink reasonably decent brews? Join us at the Bulkeley House, Bank Street in New London for September 2009’s edition of Drinking Liberally. As always, starting more or less promptly at 6:30.


Why I don’t watch television news

There are two possible reasons why someone from an alleged financial network, and therefore someone supposed to know her stuff, could say something this stupid (it’s short):

1. She is, in fact, very stupid.

2. She is shamelessly serving the interests of her corporate masters.

I mean, even my social security clients, many of whom are seriously mentally ill, know that you can’t get Medicare when you’re 45.


Weird Constitutional Theories

Think Progress reports on a Missouri School District that forced its marching band to return T-shirts it ordered. The T-Shirt’s design is depicted below.

The reason?

Assistant superintendent Brad Pollitt explained that the t-shirts were banned because they were imposing on religious views:

Though the shirts don’t violate the school’s dress code, Pollitt noted that the district is required by law to remain neutral on religion.

“If the shirts had said ‘Brass Resurrections’ and had a picture of Jesus on the cross, we would have done the same thing,” Pollitt said.

Now, most likely this is just another example of school administrators following the path of least resistance. The fundamentalists will stand up and scream but the rationalist can usually be counted on to keep discretely silent. In this country, it’s considered unseemly to openly advocate for reason.

But it’s always possible that Mr. Pollitt actually believes he is being neutral on religion, which means that he thinks that evolution is a religious faith. It follows, then, that all of science is merely a religious faith, and that we can no longer safely assert in the public schools that the planets go around the sun, that the earth is round, or that the moon is not made of green cheese.

In point of fact, this is not neutrality on religion, this is an establishment of religion, since it basically holds that the public school will not allow recognition of any fact which contradicts any article of faith, no matter how absurd that faith may be. There’s a good article here pointing out that a) almost every religion believes some arrant nonsense that science has proven to be false, and b) that it is highly unlikely that Mr. Pollitt would have felt any need to be neutral between scientific fact and lunatic beliefs held by non-Christians (thus proving my point that this action is really an establishment of religion, specifically the totally ignorant variant of the Christian religion).

We are truly an ignorant nation.


Free range kids

My wife and I subscribe to Funny Times, which is indeed funny. However, the current issue (not on line) has a not terribly funny, but entertaining interview with sometime Funny Times contributor Lenore Skenazy, who has lately earned the sobriquet: “America’s Worst Mom”. Her crime? She let her 9 year old son take the subway by himself, after he proved to her that he was man enough to handle the trek on his own. She wrote a column about it, and all hell apparently descended upon her.

I’m in perfect agreement with her basic thesis, which is that we have allowed ourselves to be terrified into believing that the world is a far more dangerous place than it is, and as a result many of us have wrapped our kids in cocoons that destroy their childhoods and stifle their ability to act independently.

This little interchange brought me up somewhat short, however:

Q: Why were our parents different from today’s parents?

A. Our parents were watching Dallas and Dynasty, where the biggest crime was big hair. Today’s parents are drowning in bad news …

Hold on a minute! That was me. I actually did watch Dallas, which is a story for another day. But in my recollection, the parents of my day were already far down the road toward overprotection. Is it possible that things have gotten even worse for our poor kids?

Maybe it has always been thus. When my kids were small I used to tell them that when I was young I used to have to put cardboard in my shoes to plug the holes. It wasn’t true, but I got the story from my father, about whom I suspect that it was. But it is a fact that when I was young, I walked to school (about a mile each way) every day from first grade on, rain or shine (I have a distinct recollection of the exception to the rule, when my mother actually picked us up when it was slamming down rain. ). When I felt like going somewhere I hopped on a bus, something I was certainly doing when I was nine, since I used to go to Korvette’s in downtown Hartford to waste my hard earned newspaper delivery money. If we felt like playing baseball, we went to Elizabeth Park, by ourselves, and played with whoever happened to be there. Not only did I go by myself, I don’t think I regularly bothered to inform my mother about where I was going. There were six of us, so she couldn’t keep track anyway. If Mark Twain is to be believed, the life of a kid in Hannibal was even more detached from parental oversight. If this pattern of ever increasing parental oversight holds true, what a constricted life the children of today’s children will be living.

I don’t think my experience was unusual, and I do think that it helped us become capable of living and acting independently. So hurrah for Ms. Skenazy for striking a blow for kiddie liberation. You can’t read the interview on-line, but she has a blog (who doesn’t?) you can visit here at freerangekids.com. It’s chock full of examples of the absurd lengths to which we have gone to “protect” our children.


Nature’s Bounty

My wife discovered these two gourds growing on the outside of the fence around her garden. They’re at least two feet long. I guess all this rain must be good for something. It’s surprising the deer don’t eat them, since they appear to eat everything else we would rather they leave alone.