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How vacuous do you have to be? Doctors who dance during a pandemic where the dying are not allowed to see their loved ones is not "positive", but terrifying!
The term "quack" comes from the Dutch "quaksalver", a seller of questionable remedies of the kind that used to proliferate on the streets of London in the dread year 1666, when cholera and other plagues stalked the populace. Unlike the quacks of old, modern quacks have absolutely no evidence or basis to suspect any of their approaches are better than placebos. At least the quacks hawking nostrums back then didn't have the juggernaut of the NWO depopulation apparatus and Big Pharma providing the wind in their sails. They weren't insured by the federal government to take taxpayer dollars.
Today's quack is much, much worse than the quack of yesteryear because he or she has zero doubts the products Big Pharma gets him to sell are Safe and Effective. At least William J.A. Bailey, inventor of Radithor (a solution of radium in water that caused many ghastly, premature deaths) may have had some doubts about his product when his patient/customer's jaw literally fell off from radiation poisoning; what he lacked was the ability to care. Today's pushers of the latest pharmaceutical products are wholly unfamiliar with any notion of self-doubt. Not only do they not care, they don't know enough to care in the first place.
Channeling South Park's Officer Bar Brady
The first wall of defense the modern quack erects is one of sheer, stupefying ignorance. Today's medical "professionals" have no idea what could go wrong in a human body and even less idea as to why such a thing might happen. Blame the pre-requisite scanty two hours of sketchy nutrition education they get in med school all you want: at some point, ignorance is a personal choice. To add insult to ignorance (and iatrogenic injury), there is a prevailing attitude of NOTHING TO SEE HERE, FOLKS, KEEP MOVING whenever one of their quacky treatments goes spectacularly wrong. Hence Pfizer, originally the brainchild of a candy man and a chemical engineer, being sued regularly to the tune of billions of dollars. And that's just the tiny fraction of harms for which they got caught.
I cannot help but laugh when a random ad tells me to trust my doctor. I don't have a doctor -- it's called being a middle class American without medical insurance. At any rate, the question of whether or not I should trust my doctor begs the question: Why? What's his track record? How many people has he actually healed or at least given some decent, pragmatic advice that they could take in order to heal?
Most illnesses do not have dramatic culminations -- the reason for this is they are diseases of lifestyle. I know several people who are suffering from mild to severe skin problems. One suffers severe eczema. Two others suffer cysts and boils. A fourth has terrible rashes that flare up in summer. All of them have gone to doctors and their doctors have not done one goddamn thing that addresses the root of their problems, and the answer to this equation is they continue to suffer awful maladies of the skin.
Anything skin comes from within. Topical creams will never do anything but ameliorate the symptoms (if they even do that) because skin disorders are intimately linked with digestion. Think about it: the skin and the digestive system are most of the immune system. The rest of it, those cells that wait around in your blood for a baddie to invade, are the icing on the cake. Logic dictates that if the digestive system is taking a hit, it will show up in the skin. This is common sense. Of course the first recourse should never be a cream or an antibiotic. Skin problems are NUTRITION PROBLEMS. If I was a doctor, and I most certainly am not, I would say "Have you tried an elimination diet?" Personally I love fresh garlic but I know that it is not for me. I figured this out by observing my hellish symptoms for 1-5 days after eating it. This did not take a degree on my part. Another one I cannot eat is dairy. Dairy causes cystic acne for me. I figured this one out when I slipped as a first year vegan and got a nice, big cystic acne honker on my chin as a reward.
Another area of experimentation I have found fruitful is the addition of various infusions and teas to my diet. Instead of guzzling water, I drink water in the form of unsweetened herbal, green, or black tea. By doing this, I get all of the health benefits of water and adaptogenic plant materials. Who even knows how many health issues I have spared myself via this simple habit?
The quack would never dream of such basic experimentation on herself because that would take common sense. The quack would rather suck up whatever perks come out of the smooth talking pharmaceutical rep. As William Blake said, you become what you behold. Hanging around with that kind of slime brings to mind an old Chinese proverb about going to bed with dogs and waking up with fleas. Never trust the smiley saleswoman whose firm has deep, DEEEEEP pockets. And yet they do, and then expect you to trust them.
Comfortably Numb
The whole modern medical industry has appealed to mouse-find-cheese conformists for a long time. Medicine is the field you go into when you would rather take orders and put inconvenient scruples on the shelf. The noobiest of amateur herbalists has better advice than the average GP these days because at least the herbalist does not automatically trust any given remedy based on what an authority claimed to be true.
The med heads have taken over the economy in a silent Invasion of the Body Snatchers fever dream, and they still act as if nobody will ever catch on to their grift game. Shame on those who so easily discarded the Hippocratic Oath. As Ice Cube recently demonstrated in his refusal to take the Covid quaxxine in order to star in a film, 20 million dollars is not worth handing over your health. As I have said many, many times, there is no use in a $400 bottle of champagne when you can only drink it painfully through a straw with the help of your live-in nurse aide.
Worst of the Worst Quacks: The Head Shrinker is IN
The worst of the medical industry and those who are shameless but who deserve the most opprobrium of all are psychologists, counselors, and psychiatrists. Never have I met a crowd that is more up their own asses than the average titled "counselor". For them, the solution is always more virtue, more empty gestures, extra platitudes, and more material padding to hide behind. These people are almost invariably materialists to the extreme, cowering in their precious, luxurious safe spaces far away from the realities of what it takes to make an honest living. They suggest beige living to those who live their lives in crimson and black -- there is no way either party can see eye to eye, but we are all told we must listen to their expert advice because they have degrees. They provide advice-for-pay with an air of elite disdain; proof they are afraid of losing their status and insecure about how they got there. They think of themselves as paragons of virtue, yet they feed and depend on the helplessness and the desperation of others, which should be an obvious breach of ethics. The fatter they get, the hungrier they become... often literally. For reasons unknown, there is a disproportionate number of obese psychiatrists, psychologists, and counselors. Stuffing and metabolic syndrome seem to go with the territory.
Any doctor worth her weight in dung should be unvaccinated, mentally balanced (no false transcendence syndrome) and healthy -- in other words, the unicorn. I don't trust healers who aren't healthy just as I don't trust men of God who molest children or car mechanics who ride the bus to work because they don't know how to fix their own cars. And as for trusting whatever has become of science, well, don't even get me started!
