When Are Doctors Considered Incompetent?
How many politicians you have sought out for medical advice?
Tony Mangan , Bio and Archives--May 27, 2020
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Doctors become incompetent when they disagree with a politician. When I see an interview of some governor who is charged with the wellbeing of his constituents and should be shepherding them to safety and prosperity, I see that the convenience of the Corona virus has allowed governors, some mayors, and even council critters to become junior Mussolinis. They conduct all of their oppressive behavior based on what, according to them, the scientific community recommends. That’s all they need to proclaim before the media gets behind them and prints their story supporting the oppressor. Ask the media for details and they will begin to wriggle and squirm and stutter something about the scientific community.
This “Plandemic” seems to be the ideal vehicle of convenience for the politician to spew a multitude of lies and flaccid excuses as to why nothing bad that happens is their fault and everything that they do is in accordance with scientific approval. Stay in your house; you must wear a mask in public; your children must be kept indoors; you must stay a minimum of six feet away from another person. The virus can be spread by phone—a technical truth, provided a non-infected person picks up that phone right after an infected person hangs it up. Frankly, when it comes to my health, that of my family or even my dog, I do not want a politician involved, for as sure as there is ice in The Arctic—if it is of no value to him personally—he’ll let you die. And if it is to his advantage for you to die, you would be wise to make your final arrangements. Ask Governor Cuomo. If there is any doubt in your mind, just tell me how many politicians you have sought out for medical advice, or any advice for that matter, that they didn’t send you to some member of their staff to handle the matter. Yet, they want to dictate to their fellow citizens during a “pandemic.” I don’t think I would ever consider trusting a politician to instruct me on how to successfully strike a match.
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I grew up in New York state during that time when people were proud of our great country, its flag, and possessed an abiding faith that God kept watch over us all. My father passed away when I was three months old, and as a result, my family was of very modest means. Higher education was not on my horizon. Along with my two sisters, it followed that we shared the profound blessing to have grown up in a matriarchal household. My mother was one of those strong women you hear about from those times who worked in a munitions factory during the war and held a second job as the cashier in a movie theater. Mother taught us core lessons in ethics, values and behavior. I took an interest in changing politics at about fifteen or sixteen and railed against the growing trends toward disrespect for all that we cherished. From that time, I took an interest in poetry and have attempted to use it to vent my frustration and dismay at the onslaught of disregard for America that has plagued us for decades. As I approach my eightieth birthday, I can’t think of anything more rewarding than to keep on keeping on.