Doctor Knows Best?

Police officers, politicians, psychologists, manufacturers, doctors. As a result of modernization we rely on these people more and more. Since we rely on them we are forced to trust their judgement and advice. Unfortunately, we as a species are naive and often too trustworthy of these sources simply because of their social status (sometimes it’s even less than that). In general, people are either too lazy and/or fearful of challenging the knowledge and administration these figures conjure. We are frequently content with merely accepting that these authorities are correct and when they aren’t we can easily point our fingers (if we still have any) and relish in our instinctual ignorance.

Well, guess what people? For the past 12 years, anesthesiologist Scott Reuben has been writing fictional documents. These twenty one fictional pieces of literature have been the structural foundation for knowledge on postoperational pain relief and drug treatment. Millions of patients worldwide have suffered from this dellusion. What’s even worse is that the medications Mr. Reuben has deemed appropriate may have even caused a prolonged healing period. Moral of the story: don’t be paranoid, but do be careful. Do your homework and don’t assume that just because a person makes 100K+ a year means they have all the know-how to supplement our lives.

Here’s the article: A Medical Madoff: Anesthesiologist Faked Data in 21 Studies

Mike Wroblewski

...For eighteen years my mind was held captive by a robotic core nervous system controlled by a secret government paid project called the Asur System. They were able to subjugate my mind in accordance with their "system". Years were spent gathering bits of information and experiencing the events in between objectives. The help of a fated stranger, H, allowed me to free myself from the constraints instilled by the conglomeration. H was able to hack my system and provide me with the freedom to think completely on my own. It was only a matter of time before the conglomeration would get to H. The order was sent for me to take out the very individual who aided in my escape. Luckily, my new abilities had allowed me to combat my wicked ways. In my failure to execute my freer, the hit grew to both of us. After a years of running and hiding they caught up to us, but this time I wasn't able to hold them off. I managed to escape. H did not. Since that day dark day, I've stopped running. Now I am the one chasing. Every day is a beautifully orchestrated battle amongst a field of flowers. The war between the Asur and me is an endless one. Eternally, I absorb information and battle their D-Men as they come along; expanding my mind to fulfill the universe. I am Mr. O'siris

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2 Responses

  1. MAW says:

    Nice Going Guy.

  2. MAW says:

    Nice Going Guy.

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