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“Oh,
they will learn to live with it.”
Psychologically
it is called “desensitization.” A Mt. Everest mountain climbing guide
would call it “acclimatization.” Organizational consultants would use
the term, “getting comfortable with pain.”
Whatever
label is slapped on it, I am convinced this behavioral principle is
actively applied to our politics, how we structure our daily schedules and
the way we do business. And, the aphorism scares me.
Imbibe
my paranoia for just a few paragraphs.
When I
saw the price of gasoline take a slide from $3.29 per gallon to $3.11, I
got certifiably giddy. I developed Fred Astaire clicking heels, a
Mary Poppins’ happiness-gulping lilt to my voice and joined Annie in a
rousing chorus of “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow.”
Then
reality intruded. In my wild, often accurate, imagination I heard a
Venezuelan oil baron leaning back puffing on a huge Cuban cigar, “I knew
they would learn to live with it.”
It was
just nine months ago we were paying $1.97 for regular and now we are
eternally thankful for $3.11. Go figure!
I am
asking for a few minutes of your time to decide whether or not
“acclimatization” is going on between our ears.
My
pharmacist delivered the bad news years ago that my Lipitor prescription
can only be parsed out one month at a time. Every month (you know
what I am talking about) I have to call the automated helpline and talk
with “Serena” (the name I have chosen for this computer woman who I think
is the embodiment of peace and all things medicinal) about filling my order
for another 30 days.
My
research has unearthed the dirty little secret that medical insurance
companies get “rebates” (you got it, cash) from drug manufacturers when the
manufacturers are assured, from monthly reports, these drugs continue to
show up on their formularies.
Come on,
can you not hear someone in a medical insurance company grousing years ago
in an executive board room, “The public will never put up with coming back
to the pharmacy every month!” And then there was the patient, assured
reply, “Oh, they will learn to live with it.”
There
has been a seismic war in Iraq that has cleaved this republic right down
the middle for the past five years. We expected “reasonable losses”
in the “shock and awe” days. We assumed we were protecting ourselves
from nuclear holocaust or another 9/11 horror show.
None of
us ever expected 3.29 deaths each agonizing day since the last Memorial
Day. 1,075 mothers, fathers, brothers, aunts, boyfriends and somebody
who mattered…will not come home. My worst fear is somewhere, in some
bureaucratic hovel, some staff person employed by this nation responded to
this carnage with “Oh, they will learn to live with it.”
Today it
takes 25 minutes longer to fly from New York to Los Angeles than it did 10
years ago. The airplanes are faster but there are so many of them in
the air, the Air Traffic Control delays are off the end of the map.
Try, on
a sunny day, to fly on-time into Chicago’s O’Hare, New York’s JFK,
Atlanta’s Hartsfield or Boston’s Logan. Good luck.
Passengers
are regularly imprisoned for hours on rain-pelted tarmacs, flights are
consistently over-booked and lost luggage is the norm and…someone in the
airline industry is probably saying, “Oh, they will learn to live with it.”
BlackBerrys,
Treo 700s, Nokias interrupt conference calls, staff meetings and personal
conversations with blaring downloaded renditions of Sting and the 1812
Overture. And, someone in the cell phone business is whispering
today, “Oh, they will learn to live with it.”
When you
get into your car to “run to the store” today and see someone pulled over
for obviously “driving under the influence,” the statistical truth is there
are another 2,000 drunk drivers right around you who will not go through a
sobriety checkpoint or ever get a ticket. They are lethal killers who
are tolerated by our society. And, someone, in some backyard after
downing a couple of six-packs is probably saying right now, “Oh, they will
learn to live with us.”
There is
a moment when we personally, and as a society, have to refuse to
“acclimatize,” “desensitize” or “get comfortable with the pain.”
Is it
not time for us to cease our accommodation to political kingdom-builders
who leave office and us with nothing but marble monuments etched with the
names of those we did not have enough time to love? And, do we not
have an obligation to ourselves and our children to stop spending our money
on products that cost us our lives and our sanity?
When
will we scream back, “No, we will not live with this!”?
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