Railroading the Quacks

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I’ve been a tad occupied and I haven’t had much time to dedicate to screaming into the void of the internets. Which is perfectly fine as the noise to signal ratio on the web is higher than the crowd at a Grateful Dead show, and I’m not going to assume that my shtick is signal. But I do have a few interesting tidbits to warm your cockles and anything else that might be chilly.

Vox Day linked to a piece that goes into some detail on the manner in which the medical profession has been financially incentivized to be the performing clowns for the horrible evil globalists, you know the drill by now, blah blah blah.

The hospital payments include:

A “free” required PCR test in the Emergency Room or upon admission for every patient, with government-paid fee to hospital.
Added bonus payment for each positive COVID-19 diagnosis.
Another bonus for a COVID-19 admission to the hospital.
A 20 percent “boost” bonus payment from Medicare on the entire hospital bill for use of remdesivir instead of medicines such as Ivermectin.
Another and larger bonus payment to the hospital if a COVID-19 patient is mechanically ventilated.
More money to the hospital if cause of death is listed as COVID-19, even if patient did not die directly of COVID-19.

This sort of financial incentivization is obviously detrimental to the lives of the poor sods who are entrusted to the glorified care that the ghouls in the wards deal out to their victims. It is beyond question that people have died due to deliberate malpractice so those responsible could collect the juicy fees. This used to be known as murder but the medical profession has been getting away with this for a long time.

They haven’t always gotten away with it though. Check out this quote from the second volume of the Chronicles of Geneva by François Bonivard.

“When the bubonic plague struck Geneva in 1530, everything was ready. They even opened a whole hospital for the plague victims. With doctors, paramedics and nurses. The traders contributed, the magistrate gave grants every month. The patients always gave money, and if one of them died alone, all the goods went to the hospital.

But then a disaster happened: the plague was dying out, while the subsidies depended on the number of patients.

There was no question of right and wrong for the Geneva hospital staff in 1530. If the plague produces money, then the plague is good. And then the doctors got organized.

At first, they just poisoned patients to raise the mortality statistics, but they quickly realized that the statistics didn’t have to be just about mortality, but about mortality from plague.

So they began to cut the boils from the bodies of the dead, dry them, grind them in a mortar and give them to other patients as medicine. Then they started dusting clothes, handkerchiefs and garters. But somehow the plague continued to abate. Apparently, the dried buboes didn’t work well.

Doctors went into town and spread bubonic powder on door handles at night, selecting those homes where they could then profit. As an eyewitness wrote of these events, “this remained hidden for some time, but the devil is more concerned with increasing the number of sins than with hiding them.”

In short, one of the doctors became so impudent and lazy that he decided not to wander the city at night, but simply threw a bundle of dust into the crowd during the day. The stench rose to the sky and one of the girls, who by a lucky chance had recently come out of that hospital, discovered what that smell was.

The doctor was tied up and placed in the good hands of competent “craftsmen.” They tried to get as much information from him as possible.

However, the execution lasted several days. The ingenious hippocrats were tied to poles on wagons and carried around the city. At each intersection the executioners used red-hot tongs to tear off pieces of meat. They were then taken to the public square, beheaded and quartered, and the pieces were taken to all the districts of Geneva. The only exception was the hospital director’s son, who did not take part in the trial but blurted out that he knew how to make potions and how to prepare the powder without fear of contamination. He was simply beheaded “to prevent the spread of evil”.

Pages 395 – 402

That’s some righteous justice right there. But it’s also illustrative of the fact that the medical ghouls have been looking out for their best interests for some time now. And that is because people acting in a collective group mentality who find themselves operating in an unrestrained and highly favored profession during something like an emergency will quickly jettison any individual ethics in favor of what the group requires.

Which is where we are right now. To their individual credit, many medical practitioners have left the profession as a result of what they have witnessed and what they have been told to do. But many more are still in there slurping up all of the goodies on offer which they have now become accustomed to as their right. After all, government endorsed pandemics only come across once in a blue moon for these guys so they need to make hay.

The key part of making hay, however, is getting out of town with the goodies before the local yokels wise up to your schemes. Stay tuned for how that all plays out.

Originally published at Pushing Rubber Downhill. You can purchase Adam’s books here.