The Truth About Dr McDreamy

Eustace Mullins’ book Murder by Injection: The Story of the Medical Conspiracy Against America contains several controversial and provocative quotes that reflect his deeply critical view of the medical establishment. Below are some of his most iconic quotes about doctors and the healthcare system from the book:

  1. “The medical monopoly, or medical trust, euphemistically called the American Medical Association, is not merely the meanest monopoly known to history, it is the most ruthless and the most deadly.”
  2. “Modern medicine is a negation of health. It isn’t organized to serve human health, but only itself, as an institution. It makes more people sick than it heals.”
  3. “The doctor begins to make a diagnosis by naming the disease. Once he has named it, he begins to feel he understands it, although he has not yet begun to understand it.”
  4. “The medical profession is not a calling, it is a racket, a means of making money by exploiting human suffering.”
  5. “Doctors are trained to treat symptoms, not to find the cause of disease. The system rewards them for prescribing drugs and performing surgeries, not for preventing illness or promoting true health.”
  6. “The medical establishment is a cartel, not a benevolent institution. It thrives on the perpetuation of disease, not its eradication.”
  7. “The physician’s real business is to make money, and to this end, he must keep the patient coming back for more treatment, not to cure him.”
  8. “The Rockefeller influence transformed medicine into a business, where the goal is not to heal, but to profit.”

Mullins’ critiques have been both influential and polarizing, appealing to those skeptical of institutionalized medicine while being dismissed by many as conspiracy theory. His views reflect a deep distrust of the medical-industrial complex, emphasizing his belief that the system prioritizes profit over genuine care.

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Beautiful Thing 1989

Joe Jukic leaned against the counter of Cafe Algarve, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he stared into his cappuccino. “You know, Nelly,” he said, his voice tinged with nostalgia, “I still remember that yellow dress you wore at Sister Helen’s sock hop back in ’89.”

Nelly Furtado, seated across from him, raised an eyebrow. She stirred her tea with deliberate slowness, her curiosity piqued. “The yellow dress? Really?” she asked, a playful smirk forming. “What about it?”

Joe chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “It was unforgettable. You lit up the room. I didn’t know how to dance back then—still don’t, to be honest. But I remember making eye contact with you before I chickened out and went outside to smoke those Pop Eye candy cigarettes. You know, the ones that made you feel cool even though you weren’t.”

Nelly burst out laughing, her voice echoing through Cafe Algarve. “Joe, are you serious? Candy cigarettes? You were trying to be a rebel with sugar sticks?”

Joe shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Hey, they were the height of cool for a 12-year-old.”

Her laughter faded, and her expression turned serious. “Joe, you’re not still smoking, are you?”

He hesitated, his smile faltering. “Well…”

“Joe Camel,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “You’re being targeted for termination.”

Joe blinked, caught off guard. “Termination?”

“That’s right,” Nelly said, her tone firm. “At the Invictus concert autograph signing next month, I’m breaking every single one of your cigarettes. You hear me?”

Joe’s grin returned, this time with a defiant edge. “Come take them, then. Molon Labe.”

Nelly leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I will. And when I’m done, you’ll thank me.”

Joe’s laughter filled the air, a mix of amusement and challenge. “Alright, Nelly. Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes.”

Cafe Algarve buzzed around them, but for a moment, it felt like they were back in 1989, two teenagers trading playful jabs at a sock hop. Only this time, the stakes were higher, and the laughter was seasoned with the weight of years gone by.

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Putting In The Work

Joe sat across from Nelly, his hands clasped together as he leaned forward, his voice steady but carrying the weight of years gone by. “You know, Nelly, back in 2000, when Nelstar was lighting up the charts and you were giving hope to so many young fans, I made a decision. I looked at our kids, their eyes wide with admiration for you, and I realized—I had to build them a future. A real one. Something unshackled by the chains of debt and despair.”

Nelly tilted her head, her gaze softening. “I know you did, Joe. You’ve always been the one to carry the weight, even when the world wasn’t watching.”

Joe chuckled, though there was little humor in it. “It wasn’t glamorous, Nelly. It was long nights, hard work, and sacrifices no one ever writes songs about. While you were out there, fighting for them on the global stage—standing shoulder to shoulder with Bono, trying to give those kids a voice—I was in the trenches, making sure the ground beneath their feet didn’t crumble. Debt-free futures don’t build themselves, you know.”

Nelly sighed, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. “Bono and I tried so hard. We spoke about erasing the chains of debt, about giving the next generation a chance to dream without being burdened by the sins of the past. But it was people like you, Joe, doing the work in the shadows, who really made it possible.”

Joe smiled faintly. “I didn’t do it for recognition, Nelly. I did it because I couldn’t stand the thought of our kids—of anyone’s kids—growing up in a world where they’re told to dream big but are handed nothing but shackles when they try. Someone had to lay the bricks, to pave the way for the freedom you were singing about.”

Nelly reached across the table, placing her hand over his. “And you did, Joe. You gave them that future. They might not know it, but I do. And I’ll make sure they know one day.”

Joe’s voice softened, his eyes glinting with a mix of pride and weariness. “I just hope it was enough, Nelly. That they’ll have a chance to build something better than what we were handed.”

Nelly nodded, her voice firm. “They will, Joe. Because of what you did. Because of what we both did, in our own ways. And maybe, just maybe, they’ll carry the torch even further than we ever could.”

For a moment, they sat in silence, the weight of their shared sacrifices hanging in the air like a solemn but hopeful hymn.

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