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:: Sunday, November 10, 2002 ::

There's no money in the cure.
There's no money in the cure.
There's no money in the cure.

That's the topic of today's blog - the most ranting, ludicruous, insane blog I've written in a very long while.

There's no money in the cure. The money's in the medicine. Do you get it? Do you get it RIGHT now? If you don't, you're probably brainwashed - you think all doctors want to do is help you.

No.

Doctors want to do what fucking every mother fucker wants to go - Get Rich

They don't want to save you, they don't want to help you. They just want their fucking paycheck in the end. One in a MILLION doctors volounteers for a non-profit organization - those are the good ones. The rest just want their fucking wallet padded.

There's no money in the cure.

What does that mean to you.

What's a cure? It's a fix, once, for life. You do it... and you're done.

No Upkeep
No Payment
No Cashflow


If the doctor cures me, he cuts off his paycheck. So what does he do... he finds a way for me to "live with it." Always with a daily reminder of my own fucking failure, my own slavery to a drug that only he can legally offer me. Fucking drug dealers - that's all doctors are. They get their payment on the comeback. If they could save me, they wouldn't, unless they could be the first. Then they patent it and make millions off of every treated patient, and are heroes. But otherwise they just want to fucking make their money on the treatment, because there's no money in the cure.

They don't want to save me, because it's against their own interests.

My safety is detriment to their success. Does that remind you of anything?

Remind you of something big in the news?

Remind you, besides of my life, OF OUR GOVERNMENT?

:: Peter 2:44 AM [+] ::
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