@DocStrangelove2 Casual enough to worry only about their own selves... two workers fled the scene! They were apprehended and 6 men have been arrested. π
@BlackLabelAdvsr I could have liked this if it hinted that you were praying for Elon... but since you're just playing a very ungodly game of "I'm better than that guy", I can't like it one little bit. Spoiler alert: God loves you both even though Elon's still lost and you're still prideful!
@DarbyK80@Osint613 It has always troubled me that the most dangerous pursuits are too often overseen by people who couldn't hold a job at McDonald's. π¬
The year is 1949.
The Nobel Prize in Medicine has just gone to the man who invented the lobotomy. Your doctor suggests one for your sister, who has not been herself since the baby came. It is the most celebrated advance in psychiatry of the age, and he is simply current. By the time the prize curdles into an embarrassment, close to twenty thousand Americans have had the operation, and proportionally more here in Britain.
The year is 1956.
Lay the baby down on his front, the doctor says. So does the most trusted childcare book ever written, the one on every new mother's shelf. On his back he might choke, the reasoning goes. Millions obey. The advice holds for nearly thirty years, long after the evidence has quietly turned, and a generation of cot deaths is counted before anyone thinks to roll the babies over.
The year is 1966.
A bestselling book informs your wife that menopause is a disease, that she is, in the author's word, a castrate, and that a small daily pill will keep her youthful and tolerable to live with. Her doctor agrees. The drug becomes one of the most prescribed in the country. Nobody mentions that the author sat on the payroll of the company that made it. That detail surfaces decades later, in the same year the landmark trial is halted early for raising rates of breast cancer, stroke and clots.
The year is 1979.
Your ulcer is caused by stress and sharp food, the doctor explains. Calm down, drink milk, take the antacid that happens to be the best-selling medicine on earth. Two Australians are about to prove that most ulcers are caused by a bacterium and cured by a fortnight of antibiotics. The profession laughs. One of them eventually drinks a beaker of the stuff to settle the matter. The establishment takes the better part of twenty years to stop laughing. The Nobel lands in 2005.
The year is 1985.
Butter is dangerous, the doctor says. Switch to margarine, it is modern, it is heart-healthy, the experts are united. The spread he nudges you toward is loaded with trans fats, which the next decade will identify as the genuinely dangerous one, and which will eventually be banned outright. The butter goes quietly back in the fridge. No correction is ever printed at the volume of the original warning.
The year is 1992.
There is a pyramid on the surgery wall, and the very same one in your grandchild's classroom. Bread, cereal, rice and pasta form the broad virtuous base, up to eleven servings a day. Fat is exiled to the tiny tip. The chart was reportedly held back a year while the relevant industries had their say. It is wrong at the bottom and wrong at the top.
Now it is today.
Your doctor has new guidelines, new studies, a fresh consensus, delivered with precisely the steady confidence of every guideline above. He believes it, and he has good reason to. So did every doctor in this thread. None of them were villains. Each was sincere, most were kind, and all were certain, reading from a map that somebody else had drawn and handed them. That is the part worth sitting with.
So when the man in the white coat tells you what to eat, what to fear, and what to swallow every morning for the rest of your life, you are allowed to ask. Who paid for the study. What the evidence says beneath the headline. What he was just as certain about thirty years ago, and where that advice sits now.
Then make up your own mind. Call it scepticism, or call it whatever your grandmother called it when she ignored the advert, kept the butter where it was, and lived to ninety-one.
It has outlasted every consensus on this list. It will outlast this one too.
@goallind@kevinblue345 I support decent businesses run by decent people. I look for quality, honesty, and good service. Period. I don't color-code my purchasing because that makes no sense to me at all. I also don't tell anyone else where or how to spend their money.
@RandyObrian@ibeystannin Not everything in the world is "just like" something else. To bring Bundy into this is utterly unhinged. I said the verdict and sentence are just, but this kid still has hope to get his head right, even as an inmate. I do not believe Bundy could be reformed.
@Wtffattie@ibeystannin It's not even a fraction so sinister as all that. Look at the photo of the kid in the rescue article. Who is that? I see an old news clip, of the very kid in the news now, with a almost identical name... I assume the simplest and most obvious thing... a spelling mistake!
@Warrensworld22@ibeystannin It said he was party to it. I'm not looking for a reason to nominate him for an award. I'm searching for evidence of human decency and I found it. This kid was on a wrong path. He's not irredeemable. The verdict and sentence are just. I hope he finds God.
@westerfy@ibeystannin Now you're making more sense. I'll agree with you there. The only narratives I'm 100% certain of these days are the ones happening in my garden. One of the only sane places left in my world!
@jeager0402@ibeystannin What a coincidence. The kid with the alternate spelling LOOKS JUST LIKE HIM. π€¨
And no reporter in the history of publishing has ever misspelled a name... π€¨π
@wrf4p8dhtc@ibeystannin π― God can make ALL things new. Karmelo has made an irreversable mistake, and chosen a hard path, but he's not beyond grace. None of us are.
@DBallinger901 Nope.... being *them* with their broken mindset and flawed logic is an embarrassment. It has nothing to do with pigment and everything to do with outlook. No need for you to be embarrassed at all.