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Another Misanthropic Rant |
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What will this rant be about, you may ask? Medicine.
Yes, as much as I love science, I'm going to b***h about it. I almost considered pusuing medical research before I snapped myself out of it. So yes, let us begin.
First I'll start by giving some background on me, just so you don't start bitching about "you don't know what it's like when people die!" Ha. Since 1999, I've had 7 family members and a close family friend die. That's 8 people in almost 8 years (or 7 years, since no one has died since early this year). These people include grandparents, a great-grandmother, uncles, and a 12-year-old cousin. And I watched my maternal grandfather die on my kitchen floor while the EMTs tried to keep a pulse. So I don't want to hear anything about that.
Now, to the actual rant. Medicine. When someone says "medicine", you think of help, safety, and all those doctor visits when you were a kid, right? But have you been to an emergency room lately? It's filled with injuries of stupidity, battered children, and obese people having heart attacks and in shock with falling blood pressures from their self-induced diabetes. Some kid is dying, and the mother is screaming, "Fix him! You can fix him, can't you? You can put a ******** man on the moon but you can't save my son?" What the hell has happened to us? Medicine is killing us. That same child survived and grew up to be a serial killer, so now what? Now we're trying to save his victims. Some people are meant to die. People die every day from things that medicine cannot treat. But it shouldn't be that we can't treat it. We shouldn't treat it. A woman walks into the doctor's office for a stomach ache, and walks out with a cancer prognosis. A week later it's confirmed, and she's given a year or two to live. She makes two years by some miracle and heavy chemotherapy, but the cancer spread to her brain and she has a seizure. But she's saved. Her heart stops and her brain shuts down, but she's saved. What then? She's got a few more months, if that, but she's still alive. Should she have been saved?
No. People should die. People do die, but somehow we got the idea that no one should ever die. The discovery of penicillin was not a miracle, the Black Plague was a miracle. Vaccines were not a miracle, smallpox was a miracle. Why the hell do you think we're overpopulated? Yeah, birth rates are rising in some places, but that's not the only problem. The elderly are a large part of that issue. If you're on a ventilator and take morphine every day, you shouldn't be alive. If you're over 70 and need medical treatment, you should be left to die. Call me harsh, call me evil, I don't care. It's true. You're killing natural selection. Accidents happen, but so does stupidity. If you don't have enough common sense to operate a lawn mower, and you're an adult, you deserve to bleed out in a pile of freshly-cut grass. If you're a child, then you're in desperate need of parental guidance, and you'll die sooner or later anyway.
So go take your inhaler, pop your pills, shoot your morphine, smoke your "medicinal" pot. Do whatever it is you do to live. You're only prolonging the inevitable, and making life hell for the rest of us.
DrasBrisingr · Tue Dec 19, 2006 @ 10:43pm · 2 Comments |
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