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Terminal-stage capitalism owes its long senescence to its many defensive mechanisms, and it's only by defeating these that we can put it out of its misery. "The Shield of Boringness" is one of the necrocapitalist's most effective defenses, so it behooves us to attack it head-on.
The Shield of Boringness is Dana Claire's extremely useful term for anything so dull that you simply can't hold any conception of it in your mind for any length of time. In the finance sector, they call this "MEGO," which stands for "My Eyes Glaze Over," a term of art for financial arrangements made so performatively complex that only the most exquisitely melted brain-geniuses can hope to unravel their spaghetti logic. The rest of us are meant to simply heft those thick, dense prospectuses in two hands, shrug, and assume, "a pile of shit this big must have a pony under it."
MEGO and its Shield of Boringness are key to all of terminal-stage capitalism's stupidest scams. Cloaking obvious swindles in a lot of complex language and Byzantine payment schemes can make them seem respectable just long enough for the scammers to relieve you of all your inconvenient cash and assets, though, eventually, you're bound to notice that something is missing.
If you spent the years leading up to the Great Financial Crisis baffled by "CDOs," "synthetic CDOs," "ARMs" and other swindler nonsense, you experienced the Shield of Boringness. If you bet your house and/or your retirement savings on these things, you experienced MEGO. If, after the bubble popped, you finally came to understand that these "exotic financial instruments" were just scams, you experienced Stein's Law ("anything that can't go forever eventually stops"). If today you no longer remember what a CDO is, you are once again experiencing the Shield of Boringness.
As bad as 2008 was, it wasn't even close to the end of terminal stage capitalism. The market has soldiered on, with complex swindles like carbon offset trading, metaverse, cryptocurrency, financialized solar installation, and (of course) AI. In addition to these new swindles, we're still playing the hits, finding new ways to make the worst scams of the 2000s even worse.
That brings me to the American health industry, and the absurdly complex, ridiculously corrupt Pharmacy Benefit Managers (PBMs), a pathology that has only metastasized since 2008.
On at least 20 separate occasions, I have taken it upon myself to figure out how the PBM swindle works, and nevertheless, every time they come up, I have to go back and figure it out again, because PBMs have the most powerful Shield of Boringness out of the whole Monster Manual of terminal-stage capitalism's trash mobs.
PBMs are back in the news because the FTC is now suing the largest of these for their role in ripping off diabetics with sky-high insulin prices. This has kicked off a fresh round of "what the fuck is a PBM, anyway?" explainers of extremely variable quality. Unsurprisingly, the best of these comes from Matt Stoller:
Stoller starts by pointing out that Americans have a proud tradition of getting phucked by pharma companies. As far back as the 1950s, Tennessee Senator Estes Kefauver was holding hearings on the scams that pharma companies were using to ensure that Americans paid more for their pills than virtually anyone else in the world.
But since the 2010s, Americans have found themselves paying eye-popping, sky-high, ridiculous drug prices. Eli Lilly's Humolog insulin sold for $21 in 1999; by 2017, the price was $274 – a 1,200% increase! This isn't your grampa's price gouging!
Where do these absurd prices come from? The story starts in the 2000s, when the GW Bush administration encouraged health insurers to create "high deductible" plans, where patients were expected to pay out of pocket for receiving care, until they hit a multi-thousand-dollar threshold, and then their insurance would kick in. Along with "co-pays" and other junk fees, these deductibles were called "cost sharing," and they were sold as a way to prevent the "abuse" of the health care system.
The economists who crafted terminal-stage capitalism's intellectual rationalizations claimed the reason Americans paid so much more for health care than their socialized-medicine using cousins in the rest of the world had nothing to do with the fact that America treats health as a source of profits, while the rest of the world treats health as a human right.
No, the actual root of America's health industry's problems was the moral defects of Americans. Because insured Americans could just go see the doctor whenever they felt like it, they had no incentive to minimize their use of the system. Any time one of these unhinged hypochondriacs got a little sniffle, they could treat themselves to a doctor's visit, enjoying those waiting-room magazines and the pleasure of arranging a sick day with HR, without bearing any of the true costs:
"Cost sharing" was supposed to create "skin in the game" for every insured American, creating a little pain-point that stung you every time you thought about treating yourself to a luxurious doctor's visit. Now, these payments bit hardest on the poorest workers, because if you're making minimum wage, at $10 co-pay hurts a lot more than it does if you're making six figures. What's more, VPs and the C-suite were offered "gold-plated" plans with low/no deductibles or co-pays, because executives understand the value of a dollar in the way that mere working slobs can't ever hope to comprehend. They can be trusted to only use the doctor when it's truly warranted.
So now you have these high-deductible plans creeping into every workplace. Then along comes Obama and the Affordable Care Act, a compromise that maintains health care as a for-profit enterprise (still not a human right!) but seeks to create universal coverage by requiring every American to buy a plan, requiring insurers to offer plans to every American, and uses public money to subsidize the for-profit health industry to glue it together.
Predictably, the cheapest insurance offered on the Obamacare exchanges – and ultimately, by employers – had sky-high deductibles and co-pays. That way, insurers could pocket a fat public subsidy, offer an "insurance" plan that was cheap enough for even the most marginally employed people to afford, but still offer no coverage until their customers had spent thousands of dollars out-of-pocket in a given year.
That's the background: GWB created high-deductible plans, Obama supercharged them. Keep that in your mind as we go through the MEGO procedures of the PBM sector.
Your insurer has a list of drugs they'll cover, called the "formulary." The formulary also specifies how much the insurance company is willing to pay your pharmacist for these drugs. Creating the formulary and paying pharmacies for dispensing drugs is a lot of tedious work, and insurance outsources this to third parties, called – wait for it – Pharmacy Benefits Managers.
The prices in the formulary the PBM prepares for your insurance company are called the "list prices." These are meant to represent the "sticker price" of the drug, what a pharmacist would charge you if you wandered in off the street with no insurance, but somehow in possession of a valid prescription.
But, as Stoller writes, these "list prices" aren't actually ever charged to anyone. The list price is like the "full price" on the pricetags at a discount furniture place where everything is always "on sale" at 50% off – and whose semi-disposable sofas and balsa-wood dining room chairs are never actually sold at full price.
One theoretical advantage of a PBM is that it can get lower prices because it bargains for all the people in a given insurer's plan. If you're the pharma giant Sanofi and you want your Lantus insulin to be available to any of the people who must use OptumRX's formulary, you have to convince OptumRX to include you in that formulary.
OptumRX – like all PBMs – demands "rebates" from pharma companies if they want to be included in the formulary. On its face, this is similar to the practices of, say, NICE – the UK agency that bargains for medicine on behalf of the NHS, which also bargains with pharma companies for access to everyone in the UK and gets very good deals as a result.
But OptumRX doesn't bargain for a lower list price. They bargain for a bigger rebate. That means that the "price" is still very high, but OptumRX ends up paying a tiny fraction of it, thanks to that rebate. In the OptumRX formulary, Lantus insulin lists for $403. But Sanofi, who make Lantus, rebate $339 of that to OptumRX, leaving just $64 for Lantus.
Here's where the scam hits. Your insurer charges you a deductible based on the list price – $404 – not on the $64 that OptumRX actually pays for your insulin. If you're in a high-deductible plan and you haven't met your cap yet, you're going to pay $404 for your insulin, even though the actual price for it is $64.
Now, you'd think that your insurer would put a stop to this. They chose the PBM, the PBM is ripping off their customers, so it's their job to smack the PBM around and make it cut this shit out. So why would the insurers tolerate this nonsense?
Here's why: the PBMs are divisions of the big health insurance companies. Unitedhealth owns OptumRx; Aetna owns Caremark, and Cigna owns Expressscripts. So it's not the PBM that's ripping you off, it's your own insurance company. They're not just making you pay for drugs that you're supposedly covered for – they're pocketing the deductible you pay for those drugs.
Now, there's one more entity with power over the PBM that you'd hope would step in on your behalf: your boss. After all, your employer is the entity that actually chooses the insurer and negotiates with them on your behalf. Your boss is in the driver's seat; you're just along for the ride.
It would be pretty funny if the answer to this was that the health insurance company bought your employer, too, and so your boss, the PBM and the insurer were all the same guy, busily swapping hats, paying for a call center full of tormented drones who each have three phones on their desks: one labeled "insurer"; the second, "PBM" and the final one "HR."
But no, the insurers haven't bought out the company you work for (yet). Rather, they've bought off your boss – they're sharing kickbacks with your employer for all the deductibles and co-pays you're being suckered into paying. There's so much money (your money) sloshing around in the PBM scamoverse that anytime someone might get in the way of you being ripped off, they just get cut in for a share of the loot.
That is how the PBM scam works: they're fronts for health insurers who exploit the existence of high-deductible plans in order to get huge kickbacks from pharma makers, and massive fees from you. They split the loot with your boss, whose payout goes up when you get screwed harder.
But wait, there's more! After all, Big Pharma isn't some kind of easily pushed-around weakling. They're big. Why don't they push back against these massive rebates? Because they can afford to pay bribes and smaller companies making cheaper drugs can't. Whether it's a little biotech upstart with a cheaper molecule, or a generics maker who's producing drugs at a fraction of the list price, they just don't have the giant cash reserves it takes to buy their way into the PBMs' formularies. Doubtless, the Big Pharma companies would prefer to pay smaller kickbacks, but from Big Pharma's perspective, the optimum amount of bribes extracted by a PBM isn't zero – far from it. For Big Pharma, the optimal number is one cent higher than "the maximum amount of bribes that a smaller company can afford."
The purpose of a system is what it does. The PBM system makes sure that Americans only have access to the most expensive drugs, and that they pay the highest possible prices for them, and this enriches both insurance companies and employers, while protecting the Big Pharma cartel from upstarts.
Which is why the FTC is suing the PBMs for price-fixing. As Stoller points out, they're using their powers under Section 5 of the FTC Act here, which allows them to shut down "unfair methods of competition":
The case will be adjudicated by an administrative law judge, in a process that's much faster than a federal court case. Once the FTC proves that the PBM scam is illegal when applied to insulin, they'll have a much easier time attacking the scam when it comes to every other drug (the insulin scam has just about run its course, with federally mandated $35 insulin coming online, just as a generation of post-insulin diabetes treatments hit the market).
Obviously the PBMs aren't taking this lying down. Cigna/Expressscripts has actually sued the FTC for libel over the market study it conducted, in which the agency described in pitiless, factual detail how Cigna was ripping us all off. The case is being fought by a low-level Reagan-era monster named Rick Rule, whom Stoller characterizes as a guy who "hangs around in bars and picks up lonely multi-national corporations" (!!).
The libel claim is a nonstarter, but it's still wild. It's like one of those movies where they want to show you how bad the cockroaches are, so there's a bit where the exterminator shows up and the roaches form a chorus line and do a kind of Busby Berkeley number:
So here we are: the FTC has set out to euthanize some rentiers, ridding the world of a layer of useless economic middlemen whose sole reason for existing is to make pharmaceuticals as expensive as possible, by colluding with the pharma cartel, the insurance cartel and your boss. This conspiracy exists in plain sight, hidden by the Shield of Boringness. If I've done my job, you now understand how this MEGO scam works – and if you forget all that ten minutes later (as is likely, given the nature of MEGO), that's OK: just remember that this thing is a giant fucking scam, and if you ever need to refresh yourself on the details, you can always re-read this post.
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Shego snapped out of her thoughts the moment she heard the sound of metal bits and pieces hitting the marble floor behind her, this meant one thing; Drakken had finally finished his work in the lab. She hurriedly hid the source of her troubles underneath one of her magazines.
"What was that?" Asked Drakken, as he put down the box of machine scraps onto the table.
"None of your business," Shego snapped, "what's with you?"
"I should be the one asking you that," Drakken huffed, "because ever since we came back from GO-City you've acted... sombre. Do you miss your brothers after all?" He asked the latter part in a singsong manner.
"I do NOT!" Shego's hand flared up, causing the scientist to back off with both hands up in defence.
"Do TOO," he retorted from a distance, "otherwise you wouldn't be hiding that photo from me." His right hand pointed towards the magazine.
Shego groaned in defeat and let the green energy that surrounded her fist die down. "Fine, you're right! I feel awful. Happy now?"
"No, why would I be?" Drakken took a small step in the woman's direction. Once he noticed that approaching her was safe, he made his way back to stand in front of her.
"I take no pleasure in hurting you Shego. We may be villains, but that doesn't mean that we're not human; we have feelings too!"
"Is this your best attempt at making me feel better? Because if it is, I'd rather go back to staring at a childhood photo in silence." She turned away from him. Drakken continued.
"I err..., I know as no other that every family comes with its own set of manuals..." His mind quickly wandered off to his cousin Eddie, whom he wishes that Shego would never have the displeasure of meeting in person. "...but I meant what I said before: To me, we are family. Maybe not related by blood but-"
"It's just painful."
Shego interrupted Drakken's monologue. Her eyes fixated towards the magazine. "I-," she bit her lip, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. "Go on." Drakken assured her. Those words were enough for her to break the gaze from the magazine and focus on him instead. He noticed tears welling up in her eyes, but he also saw her fiery wilfulness to not let them fall.
"My brothers... This is the first time that I've seen them in, in what? Ten years? It's all the fault of-, that stupid, I-... I just." Her voice cracked slightly. Drakken reached out to carefully embrace his partner and felt her frame trembling against his. This was the first time that he had ever seen Shego in such a state of distress.
"Take your time." he cooed while gently rubbing her shoulder. After a while he felt her breath steadying as she collected herself.
"When my brothers and I got our powers, all of us were pretty excited. Especially Hego; he couldn't stop raving about how he felt just like Superman. Go figure: the guy has super strength." A dry laugh escaped her lips, "We trained day in and day out for four years and finally we were 'ready to take on evil'..."
"But something happened?" Drakken asked as he brushed strands of hair away from Shego's face. She nodded.
"Team GO was praised for being a shining example for the youth of GO-City. The mayor would call us in, we stopped crime, appeared on local talk shows and the news, showed up at high schools; rinse and repeat. We fought Substance-man, Console-freak, DJ Lay-Z..."
"Are those actual villain names?" Drakken interjected, Shego turned away. "No. They weren't even bad people. They were Global Justice agents posing as villains."
"I... don't understand."
"It turned out that Global Justice didn't think of us as an actual superhero team. Instead they used us as a concept to keep the citizens of GO-City in check."
Shego stepped away from Drakken. She took the photo from underneath the magazine and handed it to him. He looked at the five siblings. Each of them had a sense of innocent pride, so he thought. "It must've probably felt good to think you could change the world for the better." Drakken muttered.
"It did," she answered, "until I found out about GJ's ploy. I told Hego and showed him all the evidence I gathered throughout that year. He was livid at Doctor Director Senior.
"WITH OUR POWERS WE CAN ACTUALLY HELP PEOPLE! WHY DON'T THEY GIVE US A CHANCE!? WE COULD BE SAVING LIVES!" is what he said to the mayor," she crossed her arms, as if to comfort herself.
"Days later, both of us got called into GJ-HQ. He had a private talk with the director. I waited outside that conference room for hours and when he came out, he looked exhausted.
Hego and I decided to tell Mego, but we never told the twins the whole truth. Eventually, we decided to do superhero-work outside of GO-City, against the orders of GJ.
Surprisingly enough, we actually took down two notorious crime organisations with ease. Though, we later found out that five reckless, loud mouthed rookies with meteor powers wouldn't be enough to stop a world wide criminal network."
Shego paused to quickly wipe some tears away. She took in a shaky breath and continued: "In '99, a bunch of GJ files got leaked out and sold around in the underground market. It didn't take long until actual monsters showed up in GO-City... In that fight, Mego got injured badly," she swallowed, "and we almost lost the Wegos. They were in a coma for about a month and thankfully don't remember what happened." Drakken felt cold sweat building up underneath his collar. From what he could tell, those twins were younger than Possible, so what were they back then? Nine, Ten?
"GJ managed to settle everything down, but a lot of innocent civilians got caught up in our mess. Doctor Director Senior called Hego to their HQ and he stayed there for a week. When he got back to GO-Tower, he told us that the only way to 'fix what had happened' is to just do as GJ says and continue our 'usual hero duties'. I couldn't stand it." Shego slammed down her first on the table, causing Drakken to flinch.
"Hego became more unbearable and controlling over time, it became suffocating. He pretended like everything was okay and that the team was 'stronger than ever'. Tension grew between us.
Idiots that admired GJ's fake villains came to GO-City to make a name for themselves. In the end it just became too much for me and I couldn't tell right from wrong any more."
"So you left your brothers and became a true villain to escape all of it." Drakken looked surprised by the sudden laugh coming from the woman in front of him. Something in him felt at ease, as she seemingly had shed some of the emotional weight off her shoulders.
"There's waaay more to it than just that, Dr. D; But yeah, this was a big factor."
"Hmmm... The real reason is that you saw my wanted poster, got charmed and thought: "I totally need to work for this dashing ingenious mastermind!!", am I right?" A slight sense of annoyance came over him, seeing her entire body cringe at his remark. He laid it a bit thick on, but it wasn't all that far from reality, right? After all, he took quite some time to get the perfect angles for his mugshot (to the chagrin of the cops).
"It was okay to see them again." Shego broke the silence, "The twins seemed to be doing okay. They've become a bit more mature, if you can believe it. Mego is as self-absorbed as always and Hego..., well, to this day I still hate his hero act, but I guess looking back on it, he probably needs it to deal with his own problems." She took the family photo from his hands and grabbed her magazines.
Drakken smiled, feeling a slight sense of pride for easing his partner's troubles. "So, shall I invite your brothers over for Thanksgivi-- ARGH! SHEGO!! AT LEAST LOOK WHERE YOU'RE AIMING THOSE ENERGY BLASTS!! YOU ALMOST BURNED OFF MY PONYTAIL!!"
"If you even think of giving them a call, you'll need to worry about much more than just that rattail of yours, Dr. D." Shego mocked him and with those words, she headed back to her quarters.
One of the MANY reasons why Ron has restricted access to the grappling hook.... luckily Shego knows a place where she can get them a "don't ask" doctor... bedside manors not great but he owes her a few favors... and she's got a few good threats too.