The Dark Age of Medicine

It's almost funny that today's doctors and medical professionals see themselves as the acme of healthcare. We live in a world that is sicker, fatter, and because of a certain therapy that was unloaded onto billions of unsuspecting dupes, deader than ever, yet medicine is still largely viewed as a noble profession.

I think the day is coming in the not-too-distant future where the medicine of the years 1950-2050 will be mocked and derided as ludicrous at best. At worst, its memory will be eschewed and shunned with unmitigated horror. The medics of our era will be condemned as barbarians; there will be no greater shame than having a long line of doctors in one's ancestry.

Medicine was bad before the Covid lockdowns and vaccine genocides. Mostly we were all trained not to see it. The 1950s and 60s brought mass polio vaccinations that caused polio, Thalidomide, and the heyday of lobotomies and shock treatments. Hysterectomy was routine treatment for almost every female reproductive problem prior to 1990 -- I know countless women of a certain age who have no uterus because it was taken out at the first sign of problems. Hysterectomy is major surgery that throws a woman into instant menopause -- no gentle transition for her, just instant cronehood. As someone who is well on her way to Hecateville, I can assure you menopause is rough enough when you don't go through it all at once. The medical barbarians of the turn of the millennium love to amputate. In fact, amputation is the only thing they know how to do, because healing is not only beyond them, it doesn't make them any money.

The New Trepanning

Speaking of lobotomy, the old way of relieving headache and pressure involved cutting out a chunk of skull the size of a coin. This treatment, done with a drill, is the idiot's way of curing a brain tumor by killing the patient. The modern medic has a fetish for outright amputation whereas the medieval medic had a fetish for cutting in the name of ventilation -- think bloodletting and trephination. At some point, it is better to humanely euthanize a patient than to subject him or her to stupid experiments.

If you watch enough afternoon television, you will have seen ads for gastric bypass. Gastric bypass is a procedure that is usually done on the morbidly obese to force them to lose weight. It involves artificially separating the usable part of the stomach to a tiny chamber in order to limit calories. So instead of striking the root of the addictive eating dilemma, the morbidly obese person is tricked into permanently maiming his or her stomach, permanently reducing their ability to absorb nutrition along with calories. Never mind that as we age, our stomachs and upper intestines do not absorb nutrients as well as they do when we are younger. The average gastric bypass "success story" is a recipe for early death, but hey, she was skinny when she died, so there's that.

I personally was not surprised to see Bad in the form of gastric bypass replaced by Worse in the form of transgender protocols. The procedures to change sex/gender will be horror story fodder for the campfires of the future, when young people will speak in low tones about how the confused were siphoned into a profit mill so douchebag butcher-doctors could prance around on TikTok pretending to be heroes. Trans is a four step process that I have dubbed with the acronym CAMA: Castration, Amputation, Mutilation, and Augmentation. Though the steps do not always happen in that exact order, CAMA really ought to be illegal, at least in the case of minors. Adults make their own decisions, but CAMA for minors involves a bunch of online, misery loves company perverts grooming the kids of liberal, naive parents into seeking permanent solutions for temporary depression. Once the child has been hoodwinked into visiting a gender affirmation clinic, the same castrating pharmaceuticals given to hardcore pedophile prisoners is included among the garden-variety serotonin reuptake inhibitors prescribed to the sad and sensitive who have not yet discovered alternatives to dangerous drugs. Once the poor child has been prevented from the normal human maturation process, he or she is "counseled" into cutting various body parts off in the surgical theater. Mutilation follows, as amputation of a penis will always leave a little stub that becomes erect and in no way resembles a clitoris because it is not that sensitive, no matter what the surgeon claims about revolutionary nerve transplant skills. In the case of the female to male transitioner, the phallus must be created from harvested arm skin or leg skin. The trans female must dilate for the rest of her life or risk her vagina closing, atrophying, and potentially creating a deadly infection to boot. If she makes it to age 90, she will still be dilating if she wants to keep her vagina.  I have a vagina.  I don't want to dilate it now, and you can bet your bottom surgery that I would rather eat a gun than dilate it at 90.  

Fauci to Mengele: Hold My Beer

Somewhere in hell, Dr. Josef Mengele is spinning like a helicopter in rage because he could never match Anthony Fauci in greed, inhumanity, depravity, and debasement in his short term on Earth. Fauci is a monster who literally gave foster kids "of color" AIDS on purpose, including those who tried to escape. Mengele, for all of his sadistic and weird ways of starving/gassing Roma and Jews to death or infecting twins in camps, could not hold a candle to Fauci's methods of mass genocide. Mengele may have damaged and maimed members of a few generations around his own; Fauci has given the human race a Trojan horse that could gift it with an extinction a few hundred million years ahead of schedule.

Despite Fauci being the Mecha-Mengele, Anthony has yet to be sent to hell where he can give poor old Dr. Josef some pointers. There will be other Faucis -- our era cannot help creating them. As long as the naive and mentally lazy believe in magic pills and miracle cures and as long as medical grift is worshipped as earned money, we will get Fauci. The historians of the future will chuckle at the antics of the Sad Little Man, but as for us, we are still trapped in the nightmare.