Maybe it’s just me, but the medical profession seems to be getting seriously out of order, and calling for more and more bans.
E-cigarettes should be banned in public places because they ‘normalise’ smoking, a leading doctor has said.
Surgeon Ram Moorthy urged so-called ‘vaping’ to be banned in the same places that smoking is prohibited.
No medical justification there. Just that e-cigs supposedly ‘normalise’ smoking. Doctors now seem to think they can say what is and isn’t normal. Or what should and shouldn’t be normal. When did that become their job?
This on top of calling for anyone born after 2000 to be prohibited from buying tobacco, and of course for plain packaging.
And then there are the calls for restrictions on sugar, salt, soda, etc.
And what kind of idiot thinks that there’s a ‘tobacco epidemic’? There isn’t one. Tobacco is a plant, not a disease.
I was wondering yesterday why nobody in government seems to realise that these doctors have all gone bonkers. It seems perfectly obvious to me. So why not to them?
I suppose that part of the problem is that doctors are excessively highly respected. And another part of the problem is that there seem to be one hell of a lot of fruitcakes in the medical profession these days. So it’s not just one nutcase calling for more or less everything to be banned, but a whole army of them.
Sooner or later, people are going to have to face the fact that the medical profession has gone collectively insane, and that it needs to be purged.
So I’ve been wondering how to purge the medical profession of nutty doctors. I started out thinking that doctors would be interviewed, and asked their opinions. Those that thought that all diseases were caused by smoking would be kicked out of the profession. Those who didn’t would be retained.
But what if they lied? What if they pretended not to bothered by smoking, drinking, fast food, etc.
So I came up with a different test. A doctor would be told to sit in a small waiting room before being interviewed. He’d be kept under observation in the waiting room. After he’d been in there a couple of minutes, somebody would come in, sit down, and light a cigarette, and start reading a newspaper. If the doctor failed to respond to this, a second man would come in, sit down, and light another cigarette, and start talking to the first man. And so on, until the waiting room was filled with more and more people, and a dense fog of smoke.
If the doctor remained sitting quietly, patiently waiting to be interviewed, someone would come in holding a can of beer and smoking a cigarette. And somebody else would come in eating a carton of burgers and chips.
The waiting room would gradually turn into something like a noisy, smoky pub.
After an hour or two of this, the doctor would finally be called in for his interview. Any doctor who actually managed to make it to the interview would be deemed to have passed the test with full marks, and would become a fully qualified doctor, no further questions asked. Because the interview would be a formality. But any doctor who walked out of the waiting room, complained, fainted, or started screaming like a banshee, would be deemed to have failed the test, and would not qualify as a doctor.
And the doctor who started his interview by saying, “I really loved the waiting room! I haven’t seen people having such a good time since smoking was banned!” would become the president of the doctors’ medical association.