Horse Paste and Pills for Tropical Fish

I’m all excited today because my amoxicillin is almost here.

I got sick in Turkey, and while the symptoms don’t quite fit strep throat, they are not the most typical symptoms of covid, either, so I feel like I should cover all the treatment options. In the case of covid, that means ivermectin, supplements which probably don’t help, and waiting. In the case of strep, it means amoxicillin.

Today I read that it takes people at least three days to feel better after taking amoxicillin for bacterial infections, so in all likelihood, even if I have strep, taking an antibiotic won’t necessarily make a big difference. I am getting better every day, so even if I do nothing, if I have strep, I should be better in three days regardless of what I do.

Maybe amoxicillin won’t help at all, but I like feeling like I’m doing something.

I ordered 300 500-milligram pills, for $34. This is a huge amount of amoxicillin. My wife and I should be covered for several years.

Why haven’t I gone to a doctor? Because I don’t see any point in spending real money on a minor problem which is clearly going to go away soon whether I treat it or not.

Another reason I haven’t gone to a doctor: I have no faith in them. I will explain.

I am old, and when you’re old, you are full of knowledge you picked up from unpleasant experiences. I have learned that doctors are very good at treating highly treatable problems with which they are very familiar. Outside of that set of ailments, they are bumblers, and they often make things worse.

If you have a wart on your foot, or a broken arm, or you need a coronary bypass or a boob job, a doctor can help you out. If you have a collection of symptoms that don’t quite fit any disease you can find on the Internet, your doctor is likely to be stumped, and he will probably fall back on trial and error, giving you one treatment after another until one works, you leave him and go to another doctor, or you die.

Given human nature, this makes sense, and the principle doesn’t just apply to doctors. Today I realized all professionals are the same way. They are used to seeing the same problems over and over, so they are good at doing a limited number of things, but they get confused when you give them new challenges. Take them a few inches outside the box, and they flounder.

Most professionals are mediocre. Your doctor is probably mediocre. You aren’t qualified to say whether he is or not. You like him because he’s nice to you. That’s what we mean when we use the phrase “good doctor.” Unless you’re exceptionally blessed, your doctor will generally screw up when presented with novel tasks, and you won’t figure it out until he has led you around the mulberry bush for quite some time.

I can back my position up with countless tales of botched diagnoses and treatment, and I know you can, too, even if you’re a doctor and what I say makes you mad. Doctors give each other bad treatments, just like they do the rest of us.

I used to get tonsillitis over and over when I was a kid. People, especially doctors, don’t believe me when I say that. They say my tonsils would have been taken out. Sorry, but what I say is true. The doctors I saw didn’t believe in tonsillectomies.

They gave me antibiotics, which probably were not appropriate. One told my mother I had a herpes virus in my throat, and that the way to keep it from flaring up was to force me drink milk laced with bacteria every day. They all had diplomas up on their walls, but none of them ever solved or understood my seemingly simple problem.

Another doctor told my mother I had a cleft palate. I don’t know if he had murdered a real doctor and stolen his diploma or what, but that’s not a mistake a real doctor should make. Of course, he was wrong.

Another doctor used to tell my mother to keep me out of school whenever my temperature was above 99. He didn’t bother telling her many people have normal temperatures that high, so I got very, very familiar with the Mike Douglas Show while we applied his advice. I could turn a minor cold into a two-week vacation.

I feel like I should only go to doctors for problems only doctors have any chance of treating. These ailments fall into two categories: simple minor ones and complicated serious ones. Right now I have a simple minor problem I can handle as well as a doctor, so I’m staying home.

Remember how we respected doctors 60 years ago? We thought they were wonderful. Meanwhile, they were withholding water from fever patients, smoking in exam rooms, prescribing thalidomide, killing pneumonia patients by telling them to lie flat on their backs, and doing countless other things that made us worse off than if we had never seen them. Human beings probably thought just as highly of doctors back when they were doing bloodlettings with dirty instruments and going from surgery to surgery with pus on their hands. The farther back you look, the more physicians look like witch doctors. Fifty years from now, if the world survives, today’s doctors will also look bad. They are today’s witch doctors. I keep that perspective in mind when I think about medical treatment. Often, I tell God, “Please keep me away from the witch doctors.”

If doctors were really all that great, they would have come up with a credible consensus about coronavirus and masks, and they still have not done that. All they have is a party line determined by politics, not science. They wouldn’t have made fools of themselves by saying it was impossible for the vaccinated to have serious symptoms; vaccinated patients are dying all over the world. They still argue about whether it’s okay to eat eggs. They can’t cure cigarette or opioid addiction. They can’t even fix fat people. It’s important to know what doctors are good at and which challenges reveal how far they still have to go.

Enough of that. Back to me.

Today’s new symptom: food tastes funny. Does it mean I have coronavirus? No idea. Coronavirus is commonly associated with the disappearance of the sense of taste and smell, but this usually happens early, not a week into the disease, and I can still taste and smell things. My food tastes funny, and the flavors are weak, but I can taste it. I had hot chocolate this morning, and I would say it tasted like a mouthful of pennies.

Don’t pretend you don’t know what pennies taste like. You were a kid once.

The worst symptom I have is the constant accumulation of thick, chunky mucus in my nose, like rice pudding with raisins. I have to get up once a night and blow it out. I don’t sleep well. But for that, I would not mind being sick. I have all sorts of energy, and when I’m sick, I’m able to tolerate stimulants, so I’m enjoying coffee and chocolate. On the whole, but for the mucus, it may be preferable to being well. I’m looking forward to having a Lindt bar later. Don’t know if I’ll be able to taste it, but I am determined to try.

I say I have all sorts of energy, but that’s not totally true. At around 8 p.m., I start to flicker out and fall asleep wherever I am. I don’t think that’s because of the disease, though. I think it’s because of the lack of sleep. Also, I was going to bed 7 hours earlier last week, so I may not be in sync with Eastern time yet.

I’m not using ivermectin today, because my course of paste is done, but nonetheless, I have three new tubes on the way. I have no intention of running out while THE SCIENCE is still chasing its tail, trying to figure out whether ivermectin works while uninformed and dishonest physicians lie about it to the press. If they decide it works, the supply will disappear instantly. I plan to be ready.

It’s safe to give billions of doses to Africans for worms, but it’s lethal for Americans with coronavirus. Yeah, okay. Makes complete sense to me.

The vaccines have killed a few people, but ivermectin hasn’t, even when self-administered by bona fide imbeciles. Interesting fact.

Two deaths have been “linked to” ivermectin. After a year and a half of covid disinformation, we all know what “linked to” means. If you get a mild case of covid and fall off a ladder, your death is covid-linked. The ivermectin victims probably died in a car wreck.

About 8,000 people are reported to have been killed by covid vaccines. Not that I’m an anti-vaxxer. I’m vaccinated. I’m just pro-truth.

I hate the way the truth has disappeared. I may not say what you want to hear, because I may not have accepted all of your side’s covid dogma, but I strive to strain out the BS and present the truth. Most people are not doing that. They are telling us there are invisible microchips in liquid vaccines that pass through tiny needles, during a chip shortage. They are telling us masks are highly effective when they barely work at all. They are saying vaccines are the mark of the beast when the Bible makes it clear they are not. The Chinese are claiming the Chinese virus started in a lab in America, which is clearly a giant lie. American journalists are still repeating the moronic claim that an Oklahoma hospital turned away gunshot victims because there were so many people showing up with terminal cases of ivermectin poisoning.

I think the best lie is the magnetism story. People are posting videos of themselves with metal objects stuck to their arms. They claim the vaccines made them magnetic, causing things like copper coins to stick to them. Hello? Copper isn’t magnetic. If copper is sticking to you, you need to start using a washcloth, because your body’s own undisturbed grease is making things cling. If you’re dirty enough, I suppose nearly anything will stick to you.

People who can’t hear the truth can’t be helped, and they are very easy to control. The world’s new truth-deafness is being used to make human beings blame and hate each other, and it will form the basis of the murder pandemic predicted in Revelation 6. It’s already happening.

The only people who can’t be deceived are those who hear from the Holy Spirit, and if you’re not praying in tongues, you’re not one of those people. Christians who call tongues “gibberish” are already out there teaching anti-Semitism and preparing misguided militias to take on mirror-image dupes who think white people cause all the world’s problems.

A lot of the people who believe the chip stories are Christians. It’s embarrassing. Can you imagine how hard and expensive it would be to make a radio chip small enough to go through a hypodermic? The only implantable chips that small have to use ultrasound, not radio, and they only started making them this spring, in a university lab, not in factories. Have you been scanned with an ultrasound probe since getting your vaccine? I haven’t. What would be the point? If they can make you sit still for a probe, they already know where you are, right? What would the chip tell them that they don’t already know? Furthermore, I have to ask: are you walking around with a GPS-enabled phone which constantly tells Google your location to within a couple of yards, while whining about an imaginary locating chip?

You’re not magnetic. You don’t have a chip. The vaccines are not the mark of anything, yet. On the other side of the coin, ivermectin is not poisonous and may be helpful, masks don’t work in practical use, vaccinated people die every day, and closing borders no longer serves any purpose whatsoever, except when we do it to keep illegals out.

When you reject the truth and tell the lies one camp loves, you can be sure at least one faction will love you. When you accept truth and reject lies from all sources, people on every side will hate you.

I cannot wait for this snot to go away. My pills are still not here.

I think I’ll go out and kill squirrels out of season. I have nothing better to do, and I have some legitimate scores to settle. I hope everyone who reads this is preparing for the apocalypse, because the mass delusion which is leading us to an orgy of murders is, like coronavirus, untreatable except by divine means.