My my my, so many angry people here straining at the leash to tear strips out of my good friend Ty, who I now understand is a quack (even though he makes no claims to being either an expert or medical practitioner), an occultist (presumably because of his Christian faith), and only God knows what else. I can only assume that I must have throttled my critical faculties the moment I clicked on that wretched play button.
But wait……..I actually recall dismissing the complete garbage uttered by one of his contributors about the manner of Yuri Gagarin’s death and the effects of space travel on human physiology, etc., so maybe I didn’t commit intellectual suicide whilst viewing TTAC after all. Well, it’s a reasonable working hypothesis at any rate, so I’m going with it.
Be that as it may, the reason for all the vitriol liberally sprinkled throughout these blog comments? Ah yes, because chemo apologists are once again outraged over the story of yet another poor victim of the snake oil promoted by Ty’s TTAC docu-series. What a cad. And all because of his insatiable appetite for portraits of his favorite president. You will never find that kinda avarice raised to the power of 10 in those altruistic, charitable institutions often disparagingly referred to as ‘big pharma’, will you? Of course not, and merely to suggest such a thing should be more than sufficient to invite howls of derision.
But before you all organize yourselves into a baying lynch mob, may I suggest a possible compromise with a view to establishing an uneasy truce between two irreconcilable camps? I’ll stop shedding tears over the millions who have died prematurely after being poisoned, irradiated or butchered over the last 70-odd years of ‘standard care’ if you do the same over the relatively few who fail to respond to alternative therapies.
Too much to ask? OK then, try this one for size. I wish every one of you chemo apologists the very best of health for the rest of your natural lives. No, seriously, I really do – every single one of you, even though I don’t know any of you personally. But if any of you should ever suffer the misfortune of a cancer diagnosis at some point in your lives, I promise not to criticize your free choice to go down the conventional route, providing you extend to me the same courtesy if I choose differently. Even if that means I suffer the same fate of this poor victim of snake oil.
Now, do we have a deal?