Is the Pharma-Medical Industry Trying to Get People Addicted to Drugs?
‘The Devil Wore a Lab Coat’ on #FreedomMusicFriday
Last week, we spoke about the beauty, peace, and simplicity of country life, and the desire for that kind of life that endures in many human hearts. Our song of choice—The Petersens’ rendition of “Kiss Me”—nicely embodied that feeling.
Unfortunately, country life isn’t always so rosy. People living in today’s rural America are in the midst of a social, economic, and spiritual crisis that defies easy solution—a crisis that is poignantly summed up in one of the best songs we’ve ever featured on #FreedomMusicFriday: Dan Tyminski’s “Southern Gothic.”
As manufacturing, mining, logging, and related industries have shifted overseas to cheaper labor markets, people in rural areas have begun to outnumber available jobs. Without a source of livelihood, dependence, desperation, and despair have all increased.
A few years ago, I was communicating with someone who owns a piece of property adjacent to my rural parcel in Montana. The way he described the area, as it is today, was difficult to believe. When I left in the early 90s, people were ranchers and ranch hands, truckers, loggers, or they worked in town. Now, apparently, meth is everywhere and you can pay a guy $500 to commit any felony you like.
I have not been back to confirm his account, but he had no reason to make it up, and it echoes stories from across rural America. Especially the drugs. Where there is despair, there is addiction, and meth and fentanyl are now rampant, bringing devastation and death to individuals and families throughout the country.
The problems caused by these sorts of illegal drugs defy easy solutions. But what about the legal drugs, and the devastating effects they’ve had?
For the last couple of decades, the big story has been addiction to pharmaceutical drugs. In the 80s, people were smoking weed and doing coke. Now, it’s Xanax, OxyContin, and a whole tableau of other addictive drugs that are manufactured and prescribed legally. And there is a reasonable argument to be made that the pharmaceutical and medical industrial complexes knew that this would happen and didn’t care. Or worse, they knew this would happen and did it deliberately.
The immediate objection—that most people aren’t monsters, and that doctors don’t want to addict their patients to drugs—is understandable and reasonable. And, of course, people are now getting these drugs extralegally too. All of that is true.
The problem is that when an avenue to make money exists, people will walk down it no matter how ugly the avenue is. That most individual doctors don’t want to cause addiction is beside the point. The pharmaceutical industry will make money by manufacturing these drugs, so they will manufacture them. The system makes money when doctors prescribe them and people take them, so that is what is going to happen. The system takes on a kind of automatism, regardless of the scruples of any particular player in that system.
One artist who is pulling no punches in calling out that system for the addiction and devastation it has caused is rising country singer Mary Kutter. Her song “The Devil Wore a Lab Coat” directly blames the entire industry in no uncertain terms. The song’s lyrics entirely speak for themselves, and so I commend it to your attention here.
The seventies, if you can believe it were 50 years ago and with the CIA they certainly have honed their skills over the years. As we have witnessed our governments ability to take control of pharmaceuticals especially in the COVID crisis. No ivermectin for you! The way the government demonized it!
Think about the use of oxycodone. The government allowed this synthetic heroine to be spread coast to coast throughout the public creating addicts who inevitably would have their prescription end. This resulted in thousands of addicted people going to the street to get their fix and heroine is what replaced the oxycodone. My brother got wrapped up in this after he fell off a wall at the Gardner prison, as a prison guard, they put him on oxycodone. After a long horrible bout with heroine and methadone he died at 48. The actual cause of death was an overdose of methadone
I remember as a kid pot, hash, mescaline, acid etc. pouring into my neighborhood. I was talking about this the other day to a friend. I honestly don’t think this was an uncontrolled coincidence. This stuff was pushed through the suburbs of Boston, there are no coincidences. The government knew exactly what was happening if they weren’t a part of it they definitely allowed it. J.Goodrich
So True Christopher - Thank you!
I lived in SW Montana the year after 911 for a few years, after visiting there for a few years, and though I found a few rugged Real Men, meth had a grip and was decimating the area and besides the "German Mafia" a few families which controlled the lucrative businesses in the valley it was mostly people living on the margins, some good hardworking people, an extreme sect of the Mormons who had many wife's and kids and often had 10 or so of their kids working hard for them in cash work - and these kids where friendly, polite and clean and transplanted Californians. Vermont was much better but the last year I was there I noticed the drug trade and far left taking over from the good, rugged Yankees and Boston, NYC or NJ 2nd homers/retirees.
I believe the Pharma-Monsters are deliberately getting people addicted. If you have time please read: Empire of Pain: The Secret History of the Sackler Dynasty (Purdue Pharmaceutical).
My very rich uncle Harry was head Patent Lawyer and a VP of Merck, from an old Wasp Big Freemason Family, by marriage to my fathers sister who was a nurse, who lived in a huge 1900 style Mansion on Todt Hill (Death Hill in Dutch - the original European settlers) in Staten Island NY (The Best view and neighborhood of mansions in NYC) right next to Paul Castellano the Don of the Gambino Family. I thought Castellano was bad - Uncle Harry was way worse! Anyway this old Pr*** got sick in his 80's and was on the top floor of the best hospital in NYC. It was like a Suite at the Waldorf with his own personal to wait on him. I took my aunt to see him there. One of his many doctors came in and begged him to take a certain medicine that he would not take. He yelled at the doctor and said: "I patented that medicine and know the awful side-effects and I would never, ever take it. Get out!" That told me what I needed to know about the Pharmaceutical world.