On Medical Censorship, Terror and Hope

Can we trust a narrative if all contrarian opinions are mercilessly censored?

Aug 3, 2021

This is a very quick story of terror and hope—and a preamble to a much longer story I am writing about medical whistleblowers.

(For context, please see earlier stories about shamelessness, bullying, and v-word.)

First, an important point that is both pragmatic and philosophical.

The pragmatic point is that in the real world, there is no consensus in the medical community about COVID treatments and COVID shots. The seeming consensus is a result of bullying and censorship—and as a Soviet expat, I find that fact more than a bit concerning.

A lot of people have no idea that in 2021, doctors in America and in other Western countries are terrified to open their mouths about COVID if their observations, medical opinions, or research don’t support the “official” narrative. (This statement is confirmed by my conversations with a number of practicing physicians whose integrity I trust, so this is not just my theory.)

Why do I find it terrifying? Well…. What does physicians’ fear to do what they think is medically suitable mean to patients’ well-being? And how do we know that what physicians say publicly is true, if any nonconformist medial opinion is prohibited?

And doesn’t censorship corrupt the medical community itself? Since doctors are obviously human, it’s safe to say that not every doctor is a curiosity-filled energetic bunny looking for the sacred truth—and some will inevitably go with the flow, blindly trust the mainstream narrative, etc. And wasn’t there a time when lobotomy and smoking were considered awesome by medical professionals?

Let’s use the silly example below that I just made up.

Imagine you go to a dentist. Imagine, you need a tiny filling—but it so happens that influential manufacturers of a new artificial tooth material have successfully bullied or bribed the entire industry (and their respective boards and administrative bodies) into recommending that in cases where previously patients used to get tiny fillings, the entire mouthful of teeth needs to be extracted and replaced with a nanoparticle-filled super sci-fi tooth wonder (that could, on a side note, be carcinogenic, and also conveniently needs yearly upgrades, and its long-term safety is unknown in principle—but there is no way for the patients to find that out because their doctors can’t talk about it and simultaneously keep their jobs).

Unfortunately, my silly example is painfully close to the real-life situation with COVID injections, and it breaks my heart. And it’s not like the act of using physicians to aggressively push a product that was later proven to be toxic has no historic precedent. It’s happened in the past, and we all know it has.

Case in point:

To me, it looks like classic, textbook intimidation, with a large potential for harming patients. And no, the argument that “it’s for our health” does not withstand a basic logical test—and besides, I’ve had the curiosity to look into campaigns on “countering v-word hesitancy;” they are pretty cynical and do not inspire patient confidence at all.

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So let’s talk about logic. Pretend you are a child with infinite energy who just can’t be tricked.

Fact: As of this second, it’s been proven beyond any reasonable doubt that in the real world, this v-word doesn’t stop transmission or infection. It’s been proven that v-d people get infected and carry an equal viral load (actually a slightly higher viral load comparing to the un-d, see the image below and geek out all you wish).

V-d people are told to mask again. Wow, this product really seems to be working well! And no, I don’t buy into the “Oops we didn’t know” narrative because the very doctors who warned that it would likely happen in conjunction with mass v-n were called “dangerous conspiracy theorists” and aggressively censored. The “oops” theory doesn’t fly.

Additionally, the current story about the “epidemic of the unv-d” is super murky because the data is all over the place, and it seems to be using a number tricks (a conversation for another post).

Anecdotally, a lot of my friends are in the unv-d category, and as I read the news about un-d currently dying in troughs in hospitals, I wonder how come I don’t know of anyone. At worst, I know of people getting some kind of a cold, taking, I am very sorry, the politically incorrect ivermectin, and getting better immediately. Now, it doesn’t mean that there aren’t any people dying in hospitals (v-d or unv-d), and it doesn’t mean that ivermectin is a panacea that works in every case, it just means that I have a broad range of acquaintances in that category, and everybody seems fine, stocked up on vitamins, and living their lives like it’s 2019. That’s just a personal observation. By the way, I do know of several people who sadly passed away last spring. (And we’ll never know if they would have lived if they were treated properly.)

And you know, the horror and the injustice of people dying due to lack of timely and appropriate treatment really bothers me. It really bothers me because the world doesn’t need to be dirty, and we can care for each other, and treat our elders with respect, and allow doctors to treat patients how they see fit—without punishing them for saving lives with “politically incorrect” medicines… I mean, what world are we living in? How is it not heartbreaking?

By the way, if you are not crazy about how things are going with the Delta variant, please be forewarned that there is no end to this, and the dangerous Lambda (resistant to the antibodies, mind you…. hello beloved boosters) is already lurking at the doorstep.

[Hats off to the artist who did the video below.]

And now, hope.

Hope is in our courage. Hope is in our thirst for truth. Hope is in our caring for each other. Hope is in not being afraid of bullies. Hope is in calling a spade a spade, and having honest conversations—wherever they lead us—and not allowing anybody to trick us, because in the end, it’s out health and our lives.

And I do believe that if we help each other, the sky is the limit to how good our lives can be.