Ya, the Moloch called Pharma eats its kids. Alive. Or dying, for that matter, because it likes to pull the legs of depressives and other psycho cases, hoping for some bells to go ringadidingding.
Bells that say: Money! Lotsa Money!
So, rather than taking your SSRI et al, feeding Pharma Moloch, you’re looking for alternatives. Such as …
… Dietary supplements.
Damn them physiological facts! Them vitamin capsules can’t properly be absorbed by my body so they wash out through my kidneys and intestine? But hey, I don’t feed Pharma Moloch! And anyways, who says they can’t work? Big Brother Pharmaceuticals™, naturally! Forget about hundreds of peer-reviewed scientific studies saying the same thing. Pharma! Because, well, they fear for their income from anti-depressants and anxiety drugs! You know, those drugs you need a prescription for and, hence, aren’t sold nearly as ubiquitous as them mineral-vitamin complexes with funky names and colourful packaging!
It’s just basic logic that the evil pharma complex won’t dream of selling their own dietary supplements, in billions of doses per year, without any control by health services. No, naturally they rather want to peddle their evil chemical drugs that require a physician to sign a slip of paper and drug stores to, well, store them bad boys in a lockbox rather than putting them next to the teller.
It’s a conspiracy, I tell you. Pharma Moloch doesn’t want easy money, he wants to eat his customers. Alive and … wriggling.
Cooking a herring rather than swallowing them Omega-3 capsules each day? And what’s wrong with my vitamin C supplement? Hey, they treat cancer with that stuff! D’accord, via infusions and not using pills, but that’s besides the point! I read this book by this European dude nobody outside the Circle of Illuminated has ever heard of! That dude that is wrongly accused of killing people through malpractise. Wrongly! He can’t be wrong! He’s one dude against the mighty