The Dottore

CAUTION! Satire?

As part of my free reckoning with this degenerate so-called healthcare system, I would also like to mention an analysis with a lot of evidence.

Since my earliest childhood, there have been and still are so many things that have always gone unnoticed by me, and again and again they have been and still are puzzles, and again and again, when I did my own research, I had to listen to some rubbish from lazy, arrogant dottores, who have so often proved that they have no idea whatsoever about hoots and (I don’t know) bubbles, that they don’t even have a clue.

There will be more astonishing reports, always with purely physical abnormalities and reasons, but for wilfully simple-minded Dottores these are always only psychological, because they have been given this licence for quick disposal, with fatal consequences for me.

It was precisely for and by stupid dottores that the DSM, the Diagnostic Statistical Manual, was once fabulated in the States by a sworn band of psychiatrists and pharmaceuticals, from which the ICD-F group with all these freely invented disorders is directly derived, allowing the dottore to finance his dolce vita without any effort.

This nonsense has already caused much suffering and cost human lives.
It is nothing other than a legalised, deliberate failure to provide assistance.
And I can only prove this in my own case, I have already proven it.

It’s exactly the same with medicine as it is with garages, where you should know what’s wrong with your car before you go there.
With the difference that the person is disposed of psychologically, the car is disposed of on the scrap heap.

As far as the Dottore is concerned, I differentiate between the doctors who are committed and qualified in the smallest per mille range, and that large grey mass with merely learned but rather hollow chatter, just like the Dottore from the Italian play, more on this under Dottore …