Soon as I finish this coffee, I am headed back to that edifice on Third Street. The large brick and glass campus where physicians practice their tortures.
If the common citizen tried what doctors do for a living, they'd be decried as torturers, sadists, inhuman monsters, drug addicts. Physicians routinely knife people, drug them, withhold food. Introduce noxious elements into the body, drug people into a stupor, stick needles in their arms and run tubes through every orifice. The Marquis de Sade would be proud. He'd also be humble, because the medical profession has taken his stock in trade to a whole new level.
The common person allows it, because the common person has a loved one in treatment and is hoping against all hope for a cure, for healing, for a return of the beloved. If you want to see the medical profession as it really is, without the tinted glasses of need, wander through the hospital when you're healthy.
Common people don't go to hospitals when they're healthy, because the horror is too much to comprehend. Healthy people stay away from hospitals because of the torture that is practiced there. Yet, somehow we let them continue, because the medical profession is compassionate and dedicated to public health. Yeah, right.
When's the last time you had a caring medical professional come to your door, concerned about you? It ain't likely to happen. The vast majority of medical professionals think of patients like a rancher thinks about cattle. Ranchers do whatever is necessary to keep a cow alive and healthy as long as it is productive and worth more than the slaughter house will pay. Once a cow can no longer produce, she is loaded on the next truck to the slaughter house.
My doctor didn't know me from Adam until I walked into his office, seeking consultation. He wasn't concerned about me. He still isn't. I don't get invitations to his house for Sunday dinner, he doesn't want to be my friend. No, I'm just another of his paying patients. Another one of the lowing cattle. Paying his bills. When I get to the point where I can't pay his bills, he'll shuffle me off to hospice without any tears at all.
Good cattlemen know that there are cattle being born every day. Physicians know that there are no shortage of patients. Cattlemen are honest enough to be purely profit-driven. Physicians aren't. They cloak their detestable deeds with noble aspirations of health and wellness.
Bullshit. It takes a sick sonofabitch to become a physician.