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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!

I have never had any problem with what does or does not go on in other people's bedrooms. I lean a bit gay myself, and if female-female relationships were somehow less fraught with drama than male-female ones, chances are I would have ended up married to another woman. In my self-conscious youth, I went out of my way to demonstrate how OK I was with other people choosing do do whatever they wanted with their own sexualities. I went to bars and pride parades. Every now and then, I expressed my open disgust at certain polarizing Christian groups that took Leviticus 18:22 literally, yet accepted shellfish-eaters and tattoo-wearers into its ranks without question.

I resisted being a TERF long after J.K. Rowling got cancelled for promoting women-only spaces. It was actually the long reaction to the release of Covid that ended my relationships with gay men. The few gay male friends I had uniformly turned into Wokezis who felt entitled to shame anyone and everyone except themselves.

There's an old adage that the Left will eat itself, yet the current mass hysteria about alternative sexuality was born in the Right. We would not have pushy genderqueer creeps attempting to insert themselves into children's story hour at the library if there had never been pushy evangelists who shouted from televisions and churches built on every corner during the last 200 years. We are on a pendulum that keeps swinging through sensible approaches to life from one heinous extreme to the other. On one side, there are sociopathic libertine clowns in full makeup and foundation-caked beards insisting that their autogynephilia isn't the same kind as the freakshow, serial killer kind captured in film The Silence of the Lambs. On the other side, we have equally septic narcissists who would slut-shame a dog walking in a park because her butt wiggled when she walked; transparently pre-occupied are they with the delights of perversion though they passionately preach otherwise.

In both cases, there is a shadow being carefully tucked away and denied.

I Won't Grow Up!

Adolescence is difficult to begin with, and it is far more difficult now than it ever was when I was growing up. Considering I almost took my own life back then because of how bad it was, to have it be worse now is a special kind of hell. I truly feel for the younger generations nowadays. I created a TikTok expressly for the reason of trying to help them in a way psychiatrists, counselors, and psychologists who are almost as common as preachy Christian hypocrites (and often one and the same) cannot.

I had friends who grew up as gay males in the 80s and 90s. It was rough -- they were bullied, harassed, and to make matters worse, teachers often looked the other way or even joined in. But as much as they might think they had it the worst, I was straight at the time and I was sexually assaulted multiple times in the halls of my junior high when I was only 12 years old. I was bullied and teachers often were just as bad as students. Public school was horrible and in the 80s, there was no awareness about bullies aside from caricatures in Back to the Future and John Hughes movies. The difference between me and my gay male friends is that I grew out of it and I no longer live my emotional life in junior high and high school.

Gay men are often ensnared by the Puer Aeternis archetype. Despite the aging, balding, pot-bellied image in the mirror, they are obsessed with the toxic myth of eternal youth. The reason gay men want to indoctrinate children is because they have confined their imaginations to eternal adolescence: obsessed with human beauty, preoccupied with sexual acts or a lack thereof, and constantly outraged from being trapped inside a persecution complex.

Gay women, ironically, are not as obsessed with youth because they want to mate with it so much as they see commandeering the young as a way to exercise control. Like the embittered Catholic nuns of yesteryear who ruled with an iron hand and a painful conductor's wand well-acquainted with children's wrists and arms, the gay women teachers of the new Millennium want to be dictators of their own banana republics. They want to erect statues to their own superhuman glory (making sure to tear down Abe Lincoln or George Washington as a bonus) like Miss Trunchbull in Matilda.

Don't Fear the Reaper

The trouble with putting all your unfertilized eggs in the ephemeral basket of appearance is that nobody ages in reverse. I thought I had an uphill battle as a woman when it came to letting go of being the prettiest in the room. As it turns out, my non-straight male peers were far worse at accepting the ravages of gravity and age. Just as certain women turn into plastic surgery addicts, choosing to have their skin detached and stretched out over a series of ever-degrading procedures known as face-lifts, certain men seek to turn back the clock by cross-dressing and occasionally amputating/augmenting their bodies in botched attempts to avoid adulthood and maturity. Notice how Dylan Mulvaney caricatures girls ages 8-18 and any given drag show parodies young Mariah, not present day Mariah. Mighty Saturn is their ultimate Kryptonite, and it is almost funny that they think they can outrun him.

Who You Callin' a Dictator?

It's also almost funny that so many "non-binary" people and their "allies" point the finger at the ostensibly straight accusing them of a dictatorship. There has never been an easier time in history to choose or declare your own sexual path. If anything, it is straight couples who wish to bear children who are most at risk at being shamed, excluded, marginalized, bullied, and attacked. Name one place in the US a straight person can live and not be constantly messaged with alphabet soup awareness propaganda: such a place no longer exists. After obtaining the right to get married, the push could have easily stopped and we all know it.

One thing that has become very clear in the last few years is just how beholden our entire economic system is to medical grift. Though it is estimated that 50% of the real economy has something to do with Pharmakeia, I would guess it is more like 80%. Everybody is out to make a buck on the chronically ill these days except for a handful that have somehow stayed out such as myself. Of course the medical dictatorship seeks to exploit awkward pre-teens and medicalize them into a lifetime of misery and dependence. That's how they roll. An industry that has zero problem with scamming the elderly and maiming and killing billions with forced vaccines isn't going to have any qualms when it comes to convincing kids to chemically castrate themselves and amputate working body parts, thus damaging themselves for the rest of their current incarnations.

One of my quiet agendas with all of the TikTok videos I make about healing herbs is to perhaps get the idea out there that treatments and cures are not limited to magic pills, amputation, and implants.

The indoor mall is a variation on the theme of the Biodome. The Biodome project is a repeatedly-tried attempt at creating and maintaining a self-contained ecosystem with the purpose of being able to re-create Earth's conditions on other planets. The indoor shopping mall isn't quite so ambitious: it only seeks to be an island of materialistic paradise here on Earth. The heyday of both the Biodome and the indoor shopping mall have passed, leaving behind decrepit hulks that are soon flattened into mere memories. Social media replaced the vast innerspace of the shopping mall, selling people everything they could possibly desire and suckling them on self-made dopamine boosters in the privacy of their suburban bedrooms and basements. They are implanted with programming that insists the current materialist glut is forever. The screen insists that climbing the materialist heap with its online shopping hauls and houses bought in cash from lucrative affiliate marketing is a worthy goal, all you have to do is influence.

An Allegory About a Crappy Horror Movie based on an Allegorical French Play

Like the Biodome, the Covid-19 MRNA vaccines (now to be referred to as the quaxx) represent a brutal misunderstanding of Nature and its ecosystems. Instead of replacing the great outdoors, the quaxx seeks to replace the human immune system, that delicately balanced masterwork molded by millions of years of evolution. If you've ever read the play Waiting for Godot, the plot of the quaxx story is the same, except the waiting parties decide to accelerate events by creating a ventriloquist's dummy, insisting that it is Godot, and then threatening anyone who does not believe it is Godot with unemployment, cancellation, and internment camps. As the curtain falls, Ventriloquist Dummy Godot takes on an obscene life of his own, murdering his creators by forcing them to chug graphene oxide Jell-O shots. Like most Hollywood schlock, it is a transparent set up for a franchise of sequels.

The Quaxx Failed Everyone

Despite the disturbingly large number of people still clinging to the Safe and Effective narrative, it is clear that the quaxx craze is over. The quaxx failed in nearly every single way. For the nefarious, arrogant villains who cooked up Covid in a Wuhan lab and then pushed the "cure" to the disease they created, the quaxx failed. The insane overlords did not get a spectacular depopulation event, leaving them to emerge from luxury bunkers years later to a clean, verdant, nearly human-free Earth. For Evangelical Christian truthers, the quaxxes failed to cause the Apocalypse they lust after, and as per usual, Jesus's arrival has been rescheduled until sometime in the next few years. For compliant believers in the good will and supreme benevolence of Big Pharma, the quaxx has shown itself to be impotent. Those who rolled up their sleeves to save grandma and to get a free box of donuts are now Covid Marys with bum immune systems that churn out mystery variants at the same time they provide their own MAC addresses.

The moral of the story is not only that Nature wins, but also that she knows best. Those seeking to avoid the Long Emergency/Descent/Decline into deindustrialization by propping up techno-triumphalism will be taken to the woodshed by it, if not in this lifetime, than the next.

Before You Think I'm a Total Black Pill...

One encouraging sign is that the quaxx showed a not-small number of people that there could be an agenda behind vaccines in general. Profit agendas always put dollars before humans and the quaxx was all about profit. Vaccine hesitancy in Florida reached new heights in 2021-2022, and notably lots of new moms in the state chose not to get any vaccines at all for their newborns. The result was a significant drop in infant mortality for those two years. Correlation is not causation, of course, but I am left to wonder how many cases of autism (including my own), deafness, learning disability, allergies, food sensitivities, diabetes, asthma, and heart problems might have been missing if all new moms were as afraid of vaccines as the segment of Floridian ones referenced above? How many SIDS deaths would have occurred? We can only sort of know by watching the 100% unvaxxed as they grow, age, and die of whatever gets them in the end.

There are many cases in which improving on nature is good, positive, intelligent, and the clear right thing to do. The beauty of gothic cathedrals that have stood for a thousand years, the miracle of indoor plumbing, advances in sanitation, and the fashioning of wood and metal into musical instruments are all welcome improvements upon the human condition. It is when man thinks he is better than Nature when it all goes awry, such as the aforementioned biodomes and malls, internet addiction, and this new push for children to be chemically castrated in order to be permanently baptized into the Church of Wokeness before they can legally buy cigarettes. Trying to replace human immunity with a drug subscription service is only more human buffoonery and a tired, sad attempt at creating the ultimate magic nuclear bomb pill instead of taking the time to patiently work within an existing system. Hubris is the name of the game. Spoiler alert: we all lose.

Swimming against a tidal wave of idiocy never saved anyone, and that is why I would rather stub my toe repeatedly than reach out to my senator or congressman. I ignore those I wish to disenfranchise, so political pundits are not on my radar. I disenfranchise Big Pharma by refusing to chase after the health insurance chimera and by handling my health problems myself for as long as I am able to do so. I could use my platform to criticize Fauci, Gates, and other quaxx-pushers more frequently, but that would require being able to withstand their ugly faces and their stupid words for more than five seconds at a time on a video screen. I don't have time for that, and that's why I tune them out. A theme I return to time and time again is the idea of sucking the life out of evil by paying it no attention. I believe there is a distant future where those who pushed the quaxx will be seen in the same light as doctors who pushed Thalidomide on steroids. I accept that tragicomic future without lusting for it -- mostly because it sucks. I suggest you do the same.

Cringe.

Medicine is a collapsing racket exacerbated by cannibalistic grifting, especially around vaccines and experiments being labeled as vaccines. Medicine is not alone, as pretty much all forms of work have turned into grifts and rackets: banking and finance, education, real estate, and entertainment to name a few. The food we eat is a grift. There is no escape from the financial games being played around every industry that exists right now.

Someday in the future, historians will take a look at our era of grifts and chuckle at the mess we made of civilization so that the average salary class family could live in a fabulous neighborhood with top-rated schools at the expense of pretty much everybody else. They will see us as runners in a race nobody wins, pitted against each other on purpose to grease the gears of a leviathan consumerist machine. They will wince when they consider the term "gainful employment" as applied to our era, when gainful employment was only to be had if you worked for yourself, because working for a corporation automatically meant participating in a pyramidal grift expressly designed to drain the soul. They will cringe at the ideals of the favored classes, their clueless subsistence as office plankton in brutalist buildings with water coolers and ample free parking. They will ostracize and mock any form of aspiration to the corporate Borg Helltopias our civilization reveres as the pinnacle of living.

Speaking of corporate Borg Helltopias, no place on Earth better fits the description than the modern hospital. If you have any psychic sensitivity at all, you know the hospital is a cratering abyss of astral predation. It feels like a casino and for many of the same reasons. The house always wins. To walk into a hospital, even as a visitor, is to endanger your physical life and to be pushed into surrendering a vital part of your imagination to Pharmakeia. Before the age of Coronatarianism, iatrogenic injuries were underreported as faith in the System obliged. Now governments and mass formation psychosis victims run roughshod over the sane wherever a medical "professional" is to be found, as is evidenced by the solo adults walking down the street in ninety degree weather with masks on. The entire medical profession has become a bundle of Stalinist hysterias with the sole purpose of forcing half-believers and unbelievers to comply with toxic, harmful protocols and to brainwash them so they will hand over their children to be chewed up as fodder for the machine.

During the height of the Plandemic, hospital administrators received big payouts for admitting patients with what was labeled as Corona. More money was received when said patients, like my unfortunate neighbor, were intubated instead of being treated with potential live-savers such as ivermectin. Even more money came the administrator's way when the patient died from being intubated and put on Remdesivir, like my other neighbor. Coviditarianism is the newest in a long line of excuses to keep watchful eyes off the clueless death dealers. Potential advocates can now be easily prevented from witnessing the bumbling incompetence of dancing nurses and doctors. Nevertheless, we are all perfectly aware doctors and nurses had oodles of time to invent and practice synchronized dance routines for TikTok between heroically "saving" patients from Corona.

Personal Responsibility

Much like the only remedy for America's broken public schools is to take your kid out of America's broken public schools, the only feasible remedy for a broken health system is to avoid the broken health system. When he was a young man, one of my relatives fantasized about getting new kidneys and lungs when he ruined his existing ones from drinking and smoking. He wasn't serious, but his attitude at the time was reflective of the way that many people see health matters. To them, the body is like any other machine. If one part gets ruined, change it out like you would the brake pads on a car. Of course organ trafficking is just another medical grift: the Chinese Communist Party enslaves and genocides its petty criminals, political dissidents, and Uyghurs with such a purpose in mind. The relative ease of availability does not mean that human organs can be switched out easily and with few complications: the organ transplantee must take medications for the rest of his or her life. The robotic sci-fi fantasy of humans having easily interchangeable parts has yet to become a viable reality.

Panaceas and Manufactured Helplessness

One uneasy piece of the puzzle is the fact that most humans were not designed to eat animal products, so when we eat them, we face a slow and steady deterioration of connective tissue problems, immune system overloading, and inflammation. There are a few people who have rare constitutions and digestive deformities that cause them intolerance to complex carbohydrates. This unfortunate set must eat animal products while facing all the same immunity woes but at a slightly slower pace. There are some people who are environmentally or congenitally damaged, so even if they eat an ideal, clean diet, they will encounter the same laundry list of maladies as someone who eats much more "dirty", once again at a slower pace.

There is no panacea. There is no one diet or drug that fixes everything because everything cannot be fixed. For me, eating a vegan diet with no avoidance of gluten, oil, sugar, etc. works well because I have an average body without special needs. My type two diabetic husband currently manages his diabetes via a vegan diet and exercise. One of his quirks is that his body cannot handle chocolate: he has an allergic reaction to it and gets a violent headache upon eating as much as a single teaspoon of chocolate chips. He supplements with a weedy herb called amla or Indian gooseberry. No matter what he does, his baseline health will always be less robust than mine due to genetics and damage sustained while he was young.

My ex-psychiatrist once told me at age 18 that I would be dependent on antidepressant drugs my entire life. My husband's allopathic doctor has prescribed a slew of cholesterol-lowering drugs that my husband never filled as well as diabetic insulin. The universal goal is obvious: get the customer hooked for life and convince them they cannot get along with the product.

I had braces for eight years from age ten to eighteen, which was a combination of having messed up teeth as well as an incompetent, grifting orthodontist. All along the way I had at least a dozen cavities, and I cannot imagine it was fun to be my grifter dentist as he had to navigate between bundles of sharp metal to fill the holes in my teeth. We are taught that cavities are genetic, that they are caused by eating too much sugar, and that nothing can be done except to drill and fill them. To some degree this is true, as eating sugar exacerbates cavities. One thing we are never taught is that eating animals and their secretions causes cavities. The reason this happens is because eating animals and their blood and secretions, like eating a bunch of simple sugars, causes a generally acidic state in the body that rots teeth from the inside. The solution is not to avoid all sugar or even animal products, though doing those things could help. The solution is to find ways to de-acidify the body and to remineralize teeth. In my case, my diet works well along with nightly applications of oral calcium. I literally take a calcium supplement pill, squish out the white paste from the gelcap, and apply it to my teeth every night where I tend to get cavities.

Acne is similar. Acne reflects a state of internal inflammation as a result of hormonal imbalance, which means it cannot be cured by applying topical creams. Solve the internal inflammation and acne goes away. Consuming animal products in the form of cheeses, cream, and milk causes the kind of deep, cystic acne that plagued me from puberty until I went vegan at the age of thirty six. This is probably because of the high levels of estrogen and stress hormones in dairy, including "pure" or raw organic dairy, which is a fluid meant to sustain a large baby animal. Had I replaced dairy with lots of sugar or oil, I most likely would have still battled acne, though no food on Earth seems to be better at causing deep, painful pimples than dairy. I saw many a dermatologist in my pre-vegan years and not one suggested animal milk products could be causing my cystic acne.

The bottom line is that all forms of health maintenance have been infected with medical grift. The goal of medical grift is not to cure the patient but to keep them dependent for life. The Corona "vaccines" are the perfect example. Eyeglasses are another. It is presumed that vision will get worse over time no matter who you are, yet there are no depictions of ancient Romans or medieval Japanese courtesans with glasses. Is this because they had perpetually blurry vision or because their optic nerves were never weakened enough to become dependent on glasses?

Hippocrates said to let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food. Digestion comprises seventy percent of immunity, making food the most potent form of medicine. The allopathic medical profession does not recognize food as important, and when it does, it completely fails to recognize the etheric aspects of food. This is the "fifth element" of food magic. Food gains nutritional value not only from its actual chemical makeup but from the undefinable dimensions of care and love that go into its creation and preparation. A margarita is never going to be a health drink, but I would argue a margarita made with fine, aged tequila, hand-squeezed organic juices, and beautifully presented in a pretty glass has far more etheric value than a bottled mango smoothie from the drug store refrigerator case drunk out of the bottle. Etheric value translates to physical health far more than anyone realizes. If you're ever hungry after eating, it's usually because the food you ate did not have much etheric value. Perhaps it was hastily defrosted and eaten on the run. Perhaps it was prepared without much thought or care, or the ingredients were mostly processed or not all that fresh. Compare a piece of chocolate cake from an old family recipe made by grandma for a beloved granddaughter. The etheric value is off the charts. In the future, it is my belief that physicians will look at the etheric value of the patient's food and seek to remedy their health at the etheric level. Maybe the hospitals of the future will be huge open kitchens where great cooks show sickly people how to properly prepare healing meals for themselves and their families.

Letting Go

All things die. Nobody gets out of here alive. Even our species. 99.9 percent of all life ever to live on Earth has gone extinct. Humans are not going to be an exception to the rule. As many of you know, I had to put my terminally ill cat Kiki down in the summer of 2021. I am still sad about having to live without her... she was the love of my life. Nevertheless, in order for new kittens to be born, Kiki had to die. If I had a chance to upload my consciousness to the Cloud and live forever as artificial intelligence, I would not do it. Avoidance of death is what you do when you are ignorant about death. The ignorance surrounding death is unacceptable. Death must be faced with bravery and dignity. To fear death and avoid it when it comes knocking is insane. Pharmakeia believes that death can somehow be transcended by avoidance and denial. Instead of drugs, allopaths, and hospitals, we need songs, rituals, and traditions. The acceptance of death would go a long way in defeating the current medical dysfunction, which uses the fear of death to extract money from the gullible.

Where There Is No (Competent) Doctor

America, Canada, Europe, and Australia are quickly becoming Third Worlds of empty store shelves, astronomical gas prices, decaying infrastructure, and government overreach. Medicine is a grift to be avoided at all costs, which means that being able to afford good medical care is not the same as being able to get good medical care. I am currently betting my life that if I get sick, I can do a better job of healing myself than any allopathic doctor. I myself cannot afford "good" medical care or the insurance that partially pays for it, and it is because of my economic disadvantages and subsequent self-treatment that I am healthier than anyone I know who can afford health insurance.

I go by the mantra "If it's not as serious as a broken bone, make an honest attempt to treat it at home." Doctors are largely know-nothings who can do nothing to help. They exist to grift off of the manufactured helplessness that is the prevailing attitude about health and wellness. They are obsessed with the Latest Thing, whether it is a superfood panacea, a new drug, or a Corona vaccine. This puts supposedly First World nations in the odd position of being more deprived of decent medical care than someone living in the deep bush of the Congo. At least the local bush triage nurse doesn't typically profiteer off her patients as a way of life while pretending to have no clue. Unless she works for the UN or an NGO, she's probably far better at healing than her highly paid Western counterpart.

The medical industry, like the academia and banking, are rackets that cannot be saved. Perhaps this happens to all empires that are beyond their prime. Once-dependable professions that used to heal and save now maim and kill. We are expected to revere the medical profession as if it never turned traitor and held us and our families over a barrel. I'll speak only for myself, but I'm done with these asshats and their colossal racket.

"People aren't living longer, they're dying longer." -Eating You Alive, 2018 documentary

The current medical system is not designed to heal. Instead, it seeks to keep people sick in order for a large sub-class to make a living off of their suffering. This sub-class consists of doctors and nurses, medical administrators, billers, hospital construction crews, health insurance agents, university professors, scientific researchers, CDC and FDA employees, drug czars, and a bevy of other professionals who participate in the largest ongoing swindle in history.

The Blind Leading the Blind

In most cases, I believe medical professionals are mostly innocent of any deliberate plan to keep people sick. To quote Bruce Hornsby and the Range, that's just the way it is and some things will never change. The state of modern medicine is a dumpster fire, but in the minds of all those who derive their bank account deposits from medical grift, it's the only dumpster fire they've ever known. They are used to the heat and the smell. Medical professionals do as they are told, whether it is mom and dad telling them to get a job and "medical receptionist" is the first thing they are able to fall into or when society tells them to become a doctor and they discover they can memorize a great deal about anatomy and physiology, so might as well go with the flow and go into debt.

Currently, only 40 medical schools in the US require a minimum of 25 hours of nutritional training for doctors. Even if doctors suddenly start learning about the role of nutrition in human health while in medical school, the FDA dictates the Food Pyramid. The FDA is squarely in the pockets of Big Pharma and Big Agriculture, which is why its Food Pyramid has recommended at least 2-3 servings of animal flesh and secretions per day since its inception in 1992.

Animal protein generally causes cancer and disease, but you'll hear that from very few doctors because they have never been incentivized to connect the dots of all of our major diseases and animal flesh and secretion foods. Why would they? It's much easier to do what you are told. We are told to believe and trust doctors despite obvious evidence that their diets are not working for them personally. My current family doctor has battled chronic disease and cancer. I have known many doctors who drink heavily or pop lots of pills. In general, doctors aren't typically healthy people, which has as much to do with their stress levels as the food and drugs they consume. I get it; they're human. Nevertheless, considering their advice is supposed to be the gospel and "Ask your doctor" is the catchphrase of our era, shouldn't we expect a degreed health advisor to be, oh gee, I dunno... healthy? I'm healthier than most of the doctors who have ever treated me. I don't take any drugs, OTC or prescription. I don't drink excessively, I engage in regular moderate exercise, and I don't indulge any addictions to the point where I become entrapped by them. If I am supposed to ask a cancer victim for advice on health, isn't that like asking someone who regularly gets in car accidents for driving advice? Should I ask someone who constantly loses at tennis about how to improve my game? Shall I ask a person who has never completed a coherent novel how to write fiction?

Failed Routines and the Definition of Insanity

Allopathic medicine does not treat root causes because it only knows how to treat symptoms. If you treat a symptom of a disease without addressing the root cause, it is much like lopping off the above ground portion of a dandelion. The dandelion will still thrive despite the fact you cut off its foliage. A relative of mine (RIP) had three bypass surgeries. His chest was cracked open over and over again and his heart routed of cholesterol snakes. Each time he went in for heart surgery he was diminished, his mental power and his body strength fading. He never considered changing his diet or becoming more active. He was content in his misery. Like many oldsters, he almost seemed to enjoy regaling everyone within listening range with the epic litany of his suffering, pain, and expensive hospital stays.

The first way allopaths like to treat disease is to amputate. When I was looking up how to treat my cat's gum inflammation on the internet, I was saddened but not at all surprised to see allopathic veterinarians recommending the pre-emptive removal of the cat's teeth so they did not decay and cause inflammation. I was reminded of Angelina Jolie's removal of her healthy breasts because she tested positive for the breast cancer gene. Removing an organ, teeth, a limb, or one's breasts should be seen as a last resort, but allopaths have a major fetish for doing it ahead of schedule. Sometimes an -ectomy is the only thing that will work, and in that case, full lasers ahead. Removing a cat's teeth because their gums might become inflamed is barbaric. On the upside, I was able to find an herbal remedy with calendula that has eased my cat's mouth swelling considerably, no drastic measures necessary.

The only time allopaths seem to consider prevention is when a child is questioning his or her gender role. An entire field of medical profiteers rush to outcomes of chemical and physical castration for minors who might just be plain old gay or lesbian at age twelve, or who might only be curious because they're twelve.

The second way allopaths like to treat symptoms is with drugs. Allopaths are glorified drug dealers. This is fine and good if your medical ailments are confined to a case of pinkeye and one feral cat bite within the last fifteen years like mine. It's not good at all if you have chronic pain and an entire system determined to keep you in chronic pain so you'll depend on their pharmaceutical products. Antibiotics are especially insidious as they are pumped into animals who are later consumed as food; as a result bacteria have evolved into super-bacteria.

The Panacea and the Scapegoat

In the same way a kid becomes popular at school, there is often a "food of the moment" or an ingredient that gets propelled into the spotlight. Turmeric is the current It Food. Soon it will be shoved to the wayside for another cure-all, which will be turned into high-priced supplements complete with infomercials. Likewise, there are ingredients that become damned as The Great Evil in the form of scapegoats. Right now, the heady role of Evil Food is being played by wheat gluten. Vegetable oils run a close second, and refined sugar is a distant third. Back in the 1920s, the Evillest Food was surely the demon Alcohol. Vaccines were to be the panacea to end all panaceas. Unfortunately, their benefits, much like the severity of the Coronavirus, turned out to be imaginary. Far more real were their side effects, including permanently damaging heart inflammation, type two diabetes, tremors, and death.

Panaceas and scapegoats are what you do when you have no idea what you are doing. The panacea is the sought after cure all and the scapegoat is the kill all everyone loves to hate. The panacea is the long-awaited Savior who comes down from Heaven and delivers everything the masses could ever want for free, just as long as they have repented and dedicated their souls only to him as the One God. The scapegoat is the evilly evil villain who is blamed for all of the world's ills burning in the eternal lake of fire. He's the food or herbal version of Donald Trump or if you occupy the other side of the political spectrum, Klaus Schwab.

Nursing Homes

I used to bring students to nursing homes when I began my music teaching career in the 90s and in the 00s. Whenever I have hosted small performances in nursing homes, there are always at least two or three child performers who are afraid to go in. Considering the performances involve fewer than ten child pianists, singers, or guitarists, two or three is a significant number. The student's fears are not unfounded, because the performers who do the mini-shows are beset with plaintive pleas from the residents who wish to "go home" or who are generally confused, sad, and begging for help.

The nursing home-as-business-model is yet another way our civilization cannibalizes its own in the final stages of collapse. In this way it is similar to the hospitals I frequently rail against for their outsized role in what is left of the real economy. Though there are some people who want to be in nursing homes, from my experience, it is where you warehouse the elderly until they die because the elderly are no longer respected as sources of competence or wisdom.

Coronatarianism was the ultimate straw in breaking any kind of observation or oversight of nursing homes and hospitals. Both are now wholesale murder camps depending on the caprice and the amount of payoffs given to the nursing home or hospital administrators in question. Lockdowns and visitor prohibitions were utterly convenient and removed seeing eyes from potential scenes of medical neglect, abuse, or just bumbling hapless idiocy. The poor souls crying for my students to take them home from the pricey assisted living facility now have absolutely zero advocates. Any potentially caring outsider is forbidden from entry and the workers on the inside of the facility have either been brainwashed or fired for not receiving the experimental MRNA therapy.

Our Era as Dystopian Fiction

I believe civilizations of the future, if they remember us at all, will view our civilization as stark raving insane, especially when it came to matters of physical health. They will wonder why having access to convenient machines drove us so bonkers. They will pity us for our dependence on "advanced" technology such as dialysis and insulin and they will laugh at the videos of some douchebag biking through the forest preserve with his breathable spandex bodysuit and his vital sign tracking smart helmet. They will wonder why doctors who took the Hippocratic Oath could not figure out the basic statement "let thy medicine be thy food and let food be thy medicine". They will tsk tsk at the nurses who took the Nightingale Pledge and who proceeded to stick vaccine needles in arms, when out of all the people, they alone should have known better. Most of all, I think they'll scratch their heads over how we lost touch with simple, daily realities of wellness.

According to the US Centers for Medicare & Medicaid Services (CMS):

U.S. health care spending grew 9.7 percent in 2020, reaching $4.1 trillion or $12,530 per person. As a share of the nation's Gross Domestic Product, health spending accounted for 19.7 percent.

When my commercial lease expired earlier this year, I was hoping to make the jump into another commercial space where I could start a library and education center. I may have had the creative urge and the mojo to make the center happen, but I certainly lacked the funds. Commercial space is expensive. When I looked around, I found the usual array of places that had stood vacant for years. The average going price for a modestly sized, 2000 square foot, one bathroom portion of a building was $3500 a month. As a private music teacher, I don't charge my students enough to cover that price nor do I want to do that. For 25 years, I have sought to keep my prices affordable so my "product", which I believe is exceptionally good, can benefit people who are in the middle class and not just a set of upper middle class elites who can afford it.

The cheapest place I found was a storefront on a minor thoroughfare in a strip mall complex. They didn't return my calls or emails after I proposed a $1500 a month offer -- they wanted $2500 or bust. The space is still vacant. Guess what's there? A physical therapist and a pharmacy/medical equipment dealer. Keep in mind the building is within walking distance of a CVS pharmacy. One block down the street, there is a building with several doctors offices in it. Less than a mile away, there is a gargantuan hospital campus the size of a small town.

The medical industry has our civilization by the balls. Hospitals have metastasized into brutalist empires of constantly expanding blobs of steel, concrete, and fifteen thousand dollar machines. Dentists proliferate in strip malls and office buildings; they are more common than hairdressers. Despite the onslaught of the Pfizer documents (Pfizer wanted to hide them for the next three quarters of a century but failed in that cover-up) and the hard, cold fact that no test animals survived the MRNA vaccine trials, there are vaccination centers in every chain drugstore. if one cannot achieve becoming a human test subject at Walgreen's, there is always some brand of the experimental bioweapon available in the mall or at the doctor's office.

Nobody is exempt from needing medical care, though I am trying my darnedest. None of us can truly opt out. The last time I had regular health insurance coverage was the year 2012, which was right around the time my husband was booted out of the salary class when the company he worked for went the way of the Hindenburg. I had health insurance for a couple of brief stints of a year or so tied to my husband's employment, but unfortunately it was Obamacare one of those stints, which ended up being financially punishing in the extreme. I have not had health insurance at all since 2017 and I have no plans ever to have it again, come what may. Luckily for me I have no congenital defects or chronic conditions. I also have the basic understanding that my health is not someone else's responsibility and if I squander it, it's on me. The trouble arises if I sprain an ankle or need a root canal. Some things cannot be helped. I'd rather take my chances though because the health insurance "product" and its accompanying medications is simply not a luxury a lower-middle class person like me can afford.

To my horror, I realized that almost everyone I know in the upper middle class either works for the government or Big Medicine in some capacity. The kids I grew up with in upper middle class suburban Chicagoland whose dads were not architects had dads and moms who worked for the local laboratories (government) or at the hospital as nurses (medicine). A girl I was friends with had a mom who worked with insurance companies and a dad who was a big wig at a utility company. Many had parents working at the local prisons (government) or as teachers or school administrators (government) and of course there was no shortage of hospital administrators (medicine). Very few lacked connection to a government or medical job, and the ones who did were often of far more modest means than the Big Medicine or Big Government beneficiaries.

There are three legs to the iron triangle of the grift economy that now collapses all around us. The first leg is Big Government. The second is Big Medicine, which I believe accounts for far more than 19.5 percent of the real economy as cited by the CMS. The third is Everybody Else, the motley collection of independents increasingly crowded out or coerced into joining the grifts of the other two triangle legs.

Where Have the Vegans Gone?

Vegans are a collective group that have never failed to surprise me in their capacity for hypocrisy and cognitive dissonance. I am vegan and I fully plan to stay that way for the rest of my life, but I often wonder how I got here because vegans are some of the absolute worst people this planet has to offer. My distrust of Big Pharma and Big Medicine are shared by other vegans -- or at least that's what I used to think.

For instance, I will pick two prominent vegans out of my hat at random: popular Youtuber Mic the Vegan and Kip Andersen, creator of Cowspiracy and Seaspiracy. It's especially interesting that two prominent vegans continue their quest to save animals by promoting the health and environmental benefits of veganism yet have nothing to say about forced MRNA vaccines. Kip Andersen has done a heroic job exposing the hidden malfeasance of Big Pharma, Big Food, Big Media, Big Government, and Big Insurance when it comes to the promotion of eating animals and animal secretions. Yet when it concerns a vaccine from Anthony Fauci, a person who forced foster children to suffer through AIDS so he could profit from their suffering, Kip is nowhere. Fauci funded NAIAD, a group whose "scientists" literally tortured beagles to death by putting their heads in containers where they could be eaten down to the skull by sandflies. Once again, Kip is radio silence, along with other ostensibly left-leaning vegans. Vaxpiracy is not in the works anytime soon.

Mic the Vegan has a photograph of himself on Instagram where he sports a homemade mask and says something about it being comparable to an N85. Mic the Vegan comes from a place of well-researched health expertise, yet even he has failed to understand the mask as a brainwashing tool. Masks have no utilitarian purpose, they do not prevent the spread of any respiratory disease, including Covid-19, and they reduce the flow of oxygen to the brain. We are left to wonder whether or not Mic the Vegan got vaccinated or boostered. I hope he skipped it.