You Can Run, But You Can't Hide
From Cook County, IL to Chisago County, MN and remembering Dr. Martin Szanto
What a long strange trip it’s been clearing out our Chicago house after thirty-one years and moving to Chisago County, MN. Memorabilia, clothing, furniture, artwork and books were sold, donated or ended up in dumpsters. Somehow, that reminds me of what my former neighbor ( an Iraqi immigrant who came here more than 50 years ago, now living in Arizona) said to me before he moved. Meditating on the brevity of human life after some bad news about his health, he asked, “How long you are going to live?” Then, pointing to the flowers in his backyard said, “ like those, when they’re dead you throw them in the garbage.”
Now five years later, his health is good, but I learned his wife died this month of pneumonia after a short illness. I know she had also been diagnosed with some sort of cancer, but that isn’t what killed her. His wife was originally from Lebanon and the three of us spent many a happy evening chatting on the couple’s back porch. I called my former neighbor to express my sadness. I couldn’t help asking if she had taken the injections. Yes, he said, she had taken two.
“She wanted me to take it, but I said, ‘no.’ I told her it is up to God, I will take my chances.” He said the vaccine kills people. “She was the light in the house. She broke my back.” It’s hard to imagine his life without her. I hope he can withstand the shock.
Many of the objects from our old house are gone, but my memories surrounding them remain, just as my best memories of Chicago from the pre-COVID days stay with me.
I miss that house and the convenience of the city. I rarely drove longer than fifteen minutes to get anywhere I wanted to go, except for a few suburban jaunts.
People are generally more friendly here, but, as my late father-in-law used to say, “people are people.” And that phrase can cut two ways.
After a couple of years without cable TV we decided to subscribe. We have downsized radically, so our expenses here are lower, although food costs more. There isn’t much for me to watch on cable. Years ago I enjoyed watching RT on Comcast before it was censored, and MHZ Networks (on public television) which featured TV shows from all over the world, many crime shows, but also some other entertaining dramatic pieces such as the danish production Arvingerne (The Legacy), the humorous French series Kaboul Kitchen, and the hilarious German, Der Tatortreiniger (Crime Scene Cleaner). More recently, I had watched Tucker Carlson quite often. But, those days are gone.
Nevertheless, there is a certain novelty when one gains access again, so I decided to explore, and came across a good performance by the Minnesota Orchestra. I began to enjoy it until I saw many musicians in the string section wearing face masks. I suppose that shouldn’t matter, music is music, people are people, but the sight of it torpedoed my pleasure and I hit the power button.
Yesterday, I decided to call my doctor in Chicago, who is in his Eighties and has been practicing medicine for more than fifty years. He almost always answered his mobile phone (or would call back), even on weekends. I wanted to say farewell. An unfamiliar female voice came over the speaker. It was his wife and she told me he died June 1st.
I was surprised.
“But he just filled a prescription for my wife a few weeks ago!”
"Yes, he was in the hospital for two weeks before his death and was filling prescriptions. He always slept with his cell phone.”
As I said, I was surprised, but not shocked. I had had some revelatory conversations with Dr. Martin Szanto. The first one I described in a previous post. Dr. Szanto had been on staff at three Chicago hospitals. He told me that the Emergency Room “teams” treating COVID had denied fluids to sick elderly patients with the rationale that the fluid would go into their lungs [I don’t know how long this protocol was in place]. “ Their BUN numbers spiked,” the doctor told me, “I gave my nursing home patients fluids and they recovered.” He repeated this story to me more than once. The implication is that many died in the hospitals because they had been deliberately denied life-giving fluids. He had also said he was very upset about censorship in medical journals and about the legislation in California (no longer on the books) that had made mandatory the revocation of an MD’s medical license if the doctor did not follow medical consensus.
“Medical journals used to run articles and there would be sidebars in which doctors took issue with the findings and made various comments.” He seemed very perplexed by the new regime.
The second conversation I had with him was about the COVID vaccine. He told me that he had to have a stent put in to correct an arterial occlusion. He said there was no plaque and he attributed this condition to his COVID vaccination. I think he said he had three injections.
After he told me about the stent I said, about the COVID vaccine, “people are also getting sudden aggressive cancers.” There was a pause, then:
“I have an aggressive cancer, stage 4 urinary cancer.” I know he was treated for the last two years. He was stoical about his treatments and whatever he was enduring. Other than occasionally being unavailable to his patients for a short periods of time, he never appeared to be troubled by his condition. He did not believe in death. When my dad was dying Dr. Szanto was rather useless and I had to defer to the hospice doctor because Dr. Szanto wanted to treat my dad’s symptoms, but that would have been useless and cruel. I confronted him about this one day outside the nursing home where my dad was dying, and he lost his usual calm and became visibly upset, and before jumping into his car, declared,“It’s up to Hashem! It’s up to Hashem!” By that he meant it was up to God to end a life and his job was to prolong it.
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We ate a full meal of the future planned for us by our betters: Confinement, restrictions, forced medical experimentation, tracking by cell phone and censors on tripods that took our body temperatures when we entered a room, suspension of all constitutional protections, surveillance and censorship by unseen hands.
Unfortunately, despite the passing of the Covidian terror, the beat goes on. A friend of mine, who works full time for a company that does landscaping for corporations and clients with large numbers of trees, told me AI cameras were recently installed on the employee trucks. “We work ten hour shifts with one lunch break and we used to take an extra ten or fifteen minutes, now we can’t if we want to keep our jobs.”
In other surveillance/restriction news, the CDC in its wisdom, has declared that beginning August 1st you can’t bring your dog home from another country (Canada included) unless you have a canine mugshot, proof of rabies vaccination and the dog has a microchip and you fill out forms. Some of these might have been in place before, but some of it is brand new, like a shiny new car with a kill switch.
People are people until they’re not, when they become Eloi, or Morlocks, or Cyborgs.
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The health/science/medical/pharmaceutical/Industrial complex is very savvy, always busy concocting rules and things to haunt our sleep. They just won’t quit monkeying with pathogens. Imagine if they studied phytochemicals to cure disease instead of fostering illness with inflammatory substances? An exaggeration and over-simplification on my part, no doubt.
Scientists who took milk with the highly pathogenic avian influenza and pasteurized it found that detectable amounts of the influenza remained after the heat treatment was applied, according to a study published on June 14….”This finding indicates the potential for a relatively small but detectable quantity of H5N1 virus to remain infectious in milk after 15 seconds at 72℃ if the initial virus levels were sufficiently high,” Mr. Munster and the other authors wrote.
We also learn this article was published by the New England Journal of Medicine and that “Disclosure forms listed employment by two authors by non-NIAID agencies as conflicts of interest.”
Hey, “scientists,” leave us kids alone!