I’m a physician, and every word of what you just wrote resonates with me. I retired about 10 years ago—in my early 40s!—because I just couldn’t take it anymore. Medicine had become something I didn’t recognize (thanks, Obamacare!). Heavy reliance on physician extenders (RNs, NPs, etc.—don’t get me wrong, many are good at what they do, but it’s folly to think their training is equivalent to ours), the push to solve every problem with pharmaceuticals, hospital politics, and the constant wrangling with insurance companies turned a job I enjoyed into a grind that, frankly, wasn’t worth it. So I quit to devote all my time toward something where I could really make a difference: raising my kids. It worked out splendidly—both are happy and thriving, and completely free of psychoactive pharma poison. I’m an empty nester now, but I would never, ever go back into practice. I’m not about to put pronouns on my badge or lecture patients about their privilege.
Decades ago, I was almost tossed out of medical school during my 4th year psychiatry rotation for challenging the narrative around SSRIs. At that time, they were being passed out like candy at Halloween. In clinic, I interviewed patient after patient, none of whom seemed any better over the weeks and months they had spent on the drugs. When I questioned this, ooh boy, did those psychiatrists get mad. I had to defend myself in front of a tribunal at the school for challenging what would now be referred to as “settled science.” So I laughed weeks ago when the news reports of SSRI failure finally came out. The jig is up! But don’t hold your breath—it won’t change anything. SSRIs are here to stay, dug into the fabric of our society like an Alabama tick.
I will say that most docs I know, no matter how reflexively they prescribe pills to others, shun them personally. In my own practice, I tried hard to encourage the simplest, and what I have found for decades myself to be a tried-and-true solution to the blues: go outside. There is something instantly uplifting about being outdoors in nature that makes it harder to stay sad. It might not fix everything, but it’s a helluva better place to start than swallowing a pill.
Forgive me for donning my pedant cap, but Fleischer is a hack. He writes: "This begs the question..." NO. No questions have been begged! Questions have been raised! "Begging the question" is when an argument's premises assume the truth of the conclusion. In other words, a circular argument. People use "beg the question" as a substitute for "raise the question" to, I guess, sound more erudite. NO. Don't do it.
Anyone who hasnt read RFK Jr's book, The Real Anthony Fauci, is missing major eye openers. The book is somewhat misnamed as RFK documents decades of abuse and deception by the federal government, Big Pharma, and evil people like Bill Gates. It is absolutely stunning. Childhood vaccination schedules went from about 5 to 90 in 1989, coincident w the 'baffling' rise in autism, ADD, asthma, epilepsy, and other previously rare maladies. Just one example. Please read the book. It's a Rosetta Stone for understanding why our medical system is so corrupt.
Sadly this, as you say, is but a symptom of a more general problem: the belief, quite widely held, that one is entitled to life as a bed of roses, and the only thing preventing that is some evil “oppressor” whose only purpose in life is to deny the pleasures one so richly deserves simply by virtue of having been born.
Vitamin D comes from sunshine and cod liver among other rare foods, these are not pills.
Excellent observations along with the anecdote of children, who are taken care of by their parents and most now never grow up to take care of themselves, instead relying on government and doctors. Of course, its all exploitation to those types.
One more connection you must consider is the same shareholders of the pharma-freak show are the same controlling agribusiness with all the sprays and artificial fertilizers, which produces nutrition less food that makes people sick enough to seek these miracle cures. Pills and injections. Funny how that fits together for high profits.
I've been in trucking for 25 years. In 2013, we almost lost everything we had because of a truck that wouldn't run because of emissions issues. It cost me $50,000 in seven months in repairs and lost revenue. I chronicled my issues on social media as it happened. The bootlickers on the right would cry out against Obama, but when I reminded them that the rules were written during the Bush Administration, they clammed up and didn't know what to say. The Obamabots would tell me to suck it up, "we're saving the planet." in my 25 years, I have forgotten more about trucking and the industry than "the experts" can ever hope to learn, but because I'm not on NPR, my experience and knowledge is useless.
This column is another example of why CB deserves a wider audience than just the choir here at Substack. I for one hope the offer of a gig at American Greatness comes to pass, and leads to bigger and better things for him.
Not only did the dimwitted hypocrite write that an editor approved it. Can't you just see his bobble head colleagues patting him on the back, praising how courageously he endured 12 days of the sniffles, and parroting the injustice of his suffering.
Part of me wants to feel sorry for him but after two years of witnessing the cruelty of this bunch I can't do it.
The fun part about the antidepressants is that huge study showing that there's no link between serotonin and depression. Thus, SSRIs are complete bullshit:
So we have tens of millions of Americans banging down happy pills with fairly severe side effects, in order to help them cope with life in a nightmare dystopia, and the fucking things don't even work.
I think his doctor should have given him the pills. As I used to tell my kids, people should be allowed to experience the consequences of their actions.
I have been following the FLCCC.net protocols for well over a year now. There are more benefits than just the virus. About three weeks after I started to take black seed oil my fasting blood glucose went to normal. I was still taking the diabetic meds, as I have for 20 years, but this had never happened. Black seed oil can improve respiration, lower blood pressure, lower blood glucose and decrease the appetite. Who knew?
I started black seed oil around the first of the year. When I saw my endocrinologist in May my A1C had gone from 6.8 to 5.6. She said all my numbers had improved. I could cut my diabetic medication in half. Two weeks or so later I stopped taking all of it and started a ketogenic (low carb) lifestyle. I discovered Dr. Bikman "Why We Get Sick." It all boils down to an excess amount of carbs in our diet and insulin resistance.
Bottom line COVID has given me the time to learn a lot and delve into health issues. FLCCC.net is a great place to start. They have protocols for boosting your immunity, protocols for what to do if you get it, and what if you get long COVID.
I just made an emergency dental appointment at the VA Hospital and it used to be you had to arrive to every appointment 30 minutes early for a COVID test. But now if you're boosted, it's 30 minutes, if you're UNBOOSTED you have to come in TWO hours before your appointment for a COVID test. It feels like harassment. And all for a shot that so clearly doesn't work.
How do I get out of this bad dystopian pulp novel???? Is this what life is going to be from here on out -- everything as intensely inconvenient as possible?
Even at the front of the VA, you have to wait in line outside until someone interrogates you about exactly what you're doing there. It makes it feel like a war zone. And then when you're inside you're bombarded by posters telling you how to wear your mask and to stay at least 6 feet away from others.
And then the dentist was wearing a space suit -- a mask with a space suit over it with a tube and a breathing machine so as not to breath the same air as the untested patient (it was for emergency dental so they saw me without a covid test, hence the space suit). This world has become maddening.
I keep commenting on your substack, Chris, because you're sane, and your readers are sane. And substack feels like a small bastion of sanity. The rest of the world I feel like I'm just screaming into the void, the way people won't listen, the way they inform you that "that's just misinformation." Because if I wasn't such an idiot, I'd just believe the posters and people on tv. But since I did my own research -- idiot. And so I deserve to be as inconvenienced as possible, I suppose. Wow, what a world.
I’m a physician, and every word of what you just wrote resonates with me. I retired about 10 years ago—in my early 40s!—because I just couldn’t take it anymore. Medicine had become something I didn’t recognize (thanks, Obamacare!). Heavy reliance on physician extenders (RNs, NPs, etc.—don’t get me wrong, many are good at what they do, but it’s folly to think their training is equivalent to ours), the push to solve every problem with pharmaceuticals, hospital politics, and the constant wrangling with insurance companies turned a job I enjoyed into a grind that, frankly, wasn’t worth it. So I quit to devote all my time toward something where I could really make a difference: raising my kids. It worked out splendidly—both are happy and thriving, and completely free of psychoactive pharma poison. I’m an empty nester now, but I would never, ever go back into practice. I’m not about to put pronouns on my badge or lecture patients about their privilege.
Decades ago, I was almost tossed out of medical school during my 4th year psychiatry rotation for challenging the narrative around SSRIs. At that time, they were being passed out like candy at Halloween. In clinic, I interviewed patient after patient, none of whom seemed any better over the weeks and months they had spent on the drugs. When I questioned this, ooh boy, did those psychiatrists get mad. I had to defend myself in front of a tribunal at the school for challenging what would now be referred to as “settled science.” So I laughed weeks ago when the news reports of SSRI failure finally came out. The jig is up! But don’t hold your breath—it won’t change anything. SSRIs are here to stay, dug into the fabric of our society like an Alabama tick.
I will say that most docs I know, no matter how reflexively they prescribe pills to others, shun them personally. In my own practice, I tried hard to encourage the simplest, and what I have found for decades myself to be a tried-and-true solution to the blues: go outside. There is something instantly uplifting about being outdoors in nature that makes it harder to stay sad. It might not fix everything, but it’s a helluva better place to start than swallowing a pill.
Forgive me for donning my pedant cap, but Fleischer is a hack. He writes: "This begs the question..." NO. No questions have been begged! Questions have been raised! "Begging the question" is when an argument's premises assume the truth of the conclusion. In other words, a circular argument. People use "beg the question" as a substitute for "raise the question" to, I guess, sound more erudite. NO. Don't do it.
I’ve been a health care provider since 1976 and would not prescribe Paxlovid on a bet.
They aren’t true doctors. A real doctor would heal you if you went to see him. These folks are simple drug pushers/dealers.
I am so glad his op-ed isn't paywalled. Chris didn't even reveal one of the best quotes:
"The gym? No thanks. Fifteen extra pounds was worth it to avoid getting sick."
He actually said that!
Anyone who hasnt read RFK Jr's book, The Real Anthony Fauci, is missing major eye openers. The book is somewhat misnamed as RFK documents decades of abuse and deception by the federal government, Big Pharma, and evil people like Bill Gates. It is absolutely stunning. Childhood vaccination schedules went from about 5 to 90 in 1989, coincident w the 'baffling' rise in autism, ADD, asthma, epilepsy, and other previously rare maladies. Just one example. Please read the book. It's a Rosetta Stone for understanding why our medical system is so corrupt.
Sadly this, as you say, is but a symptom of a more general problem: the belief, quite widely held, that one is entitled to life as a bed of roses, and the only thing preventing that is some evil “oppressor” whose only purpose in life is to deny the pleasures one so richly deserves simply by virtue of having been born.
Vitamin D comes from sunshine and cod liver among other rare foods, these are not pills.
Excellent observations along with the anecdote of children, who are taken care of by their parents and most now never grow up to take care of themselves, instead relying on government and doctors. Of course, its all exploitation to those types.
One more connection you must consider is the same shareholders of the pharma-freak show are the same controlling agribusiness with all the sprays and artificial fertilizers, which produces nutrition less food that makes people sick enough to seek these miracle cures. Pills and injections. Funny how that fits together for high profits.
I've been in trucking for 25 years. In 2013, we almost lost everything we had because of a truck that wouldn't run because of emissions issues. It cost me $50,000 in seven months in repairs and lost revenue. I chronicled my issues on social media as it happened. The bootlickers on the right would cry out against Obama, but when I reminded them that the rules were written during the Bush Administration, they clammed up and didn't know what to say. The Obamabots would tell me to suck it up, "we're saving the planet." in my 25 years, I have forgotten more about trucking and the industry than "the experts" can ever hope to learn, but because I'm not on NPR, my experience and knowledge is useless.
This column is another example of why CB deserves a wider audience than just the choir here at Substack. I for one hope the offer of a gig at American Greatness comes to pass, and leads to bigger and better things for him.
Not only did the dimwitted hypocrite write that an editor approved it. Can't you just see his bobble head colleagues patting him on the back, praising how courageously he endured 12 days of the sniffles, and parroting the injustice of his suffering.
Part of me wants to feel sorry for him but after two years of witnessing the cruelty of this bunch I can't do it.
The fun part about the antidepressants is that huge study showing that there's no link between serotonin and depression. Thus, SSRIs are complete bullshit:
https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/how-do-you-know/202207/serotonin-imbalance-found-not-be-linked-depression#:~:text=New%20research%2C%20reviewing%20huge%20bodies,SSRIs%2C%20remain%20an%20effective%20treatment.
So we have tens of millions of Americans banging down happy pills with fairly severe side effects, in order to help them cope with life in a nightmare dystopia, and the fucking things don't even work.
I think his doctor should have given him the pills. As I used to tell my kids, people should be allowed to experience the consequences of their actions.
I have been following the FLCCC.net protocols for well over a year now. There are more benefits than just the virus. About three weeks after I started to take black seed oil my fasting blood glucose went to normal. I was still taking the diabetic meds, as I have for 20 years, but this had never happened. Black seed oil can improve respiration, lower blood pressure, lower blood glucose and decrease the appetite. Who knew?
I started black seed oil around the first of the year. When I saw my endocrinologist in May my A1C had gone from 6.8 to 5.6. She said all my numbers had improved. I could cut my diabetic medication in half. Two weeks or so later I stopped taking all of it and started a ketogenic (low carb) lifestyle. I discovered Dr. Bikman "Why We Get Sick." It all boils down to an excess amount of carbs in our diet and insulin resistance.
Bottom line COVID has given me the time to learn a lot and delve into health issues. FLCCC.net is a great place to start. They have protocols for boosting your immunity, protocols for what to do if you get it, and what if you get long COVID.
"I want a feast! I want a drug feast!" 🎵
I just made an emergency dental appointment at the VA Hospital and it used to be you had to arrive to every appointment 30 minutes early for a COVID test. But now if you're boosted, it's 30 minutes, if you're UNBOOSTED you have to come in TWO hours before your appointment for a COVID test. It feels like harassment. And all for a shot that so clearly doesn't work.
How do I get out of this bad dystopian pulp novel???? Is this what life is going to be from here on out -- everything as intensely inconvenient as possible?
Even at the front of the VA, you have to wait in line outside until someone interrogates you about exactly what you're doing there. It makes it feel like a war zone. And then when you're inside you're bombarded by posters telling you how to wear your mask and to stay at least 6 feet away from others.
And then the dentist was wearing a space suit -- a mask with a space suit over it with a tube and a breathing machine so as not to breath the same air as the untested patient (it was for emergency dental so they saw me without a covid test, hence the space suit). This world has become maddening.
I keep commenting on your substack, Chris, because you're sane, and your readers are sane. And substack feels like a small bastion of sanity. The rest of the world I feel like I'm just screaming into the void, the way people won't listen, the way they inform you that "that's just misinformation." Because if I wasn't such an idiot, I'd just believe the posters and people on tv. But since I did my own research -- idiot. And so I deserve to be as inconvenienced as possible, I suppose. Wow, what a world.