No prisoners. No refuge. No quarter.
See, we’re dealing with murderers, maimers and their accomplices in academia, research, the medical profession, the big food and drug industry, and of course the total fucking clueless morons in the news media, for whom I reserve special wrath because if they were doing their dammed jobs rather than deep throating big advertiser food & drug cock as much as they possibly can, I wouldn’t have to be doing this shit essentially for free — and as well, a lot of other people could be out Groking on and enjoying life instead of worrying whether they’re hearts are going to explode because they didn’t buy "cholesterol lowering" fucking Cheerios for Christ’s sake.
…Yes, yes, I understand there are other bloggers and commenters out there who want to sit and have tea & crumpets and discuss it all nice and kind like. "Let’s not be too threatening. We want to persuade them all."
Yea? Well, FUCK ‘EM ALL!
That’s what I say. You’ve got your approach, I’ve got mine. And as far as I’m concerned, yours has failed utterly and completely. Now it’s time to name names, drag those names through the mud, ridicule those names, embarrass family members with the same name…all while having solid reasoning and evidence behind you. Reasoning like: given our evolution, it’s highly unlikely that a fucking box of Cheerios is better for you than a steak, asshole. So, just go right on ahead, Mr. Research Fuckhead and keep "associating" meat & its natural fat with bad things. Just keep it up; and I’ll keep it up.
I’m glad a guy like Dr. James Carlson isn’t a pussy. How could he be, with a book title like this: Genocide: How Your Doctor’s Dietary Ignorance Will Kill You!!!!. Do you think Dr. Jim is interested in sitting around for a mutual "stroke" with his enemies, the people killing the patients he has to fix?
Then there’s Dr. Malcolm Kendrick. While not quite as rough, I can tell he wants to be. Here’s some excerpts from the introduction to The Great Cholesterol Con. Notice the word "con." He’s calling them criminals, which they are.
It has reached the point where I feel like shouting, ‘Listen guys, I know you need to ‘publish or perish,’ and the more publicity you can achieve the bigger the next research budget. but you’re scaring people half to death. No one knows what to do or what to believe any more. And by the way, your study was RUBBISH! Now go away, grow your beard, and do some proper boring research that no one can understand.’
But they won’t. For it’s so much more fun to appear on a news programme, talking earnestly about your discovery of the latest possible cause of heart attacks – a danger that the public absolutely, positively, must be warned about. Afterwards, you will probably be invited to lucrative speaking engagements at international cardiology conferences. Does a professorship beckon? ‘Who, me? I really don’t deserve it, but if you must…’
It’s a shame. In a rational society, those sorts of people would be driven away, or, you know very well what… When you add in the element of state subsidy and laws that shield them from both liability and competition, you have insult on top of injury.
They’re killing you, slapping you in the face, and laughing all the way to the bank. Continuing with Kendrick.
…And boy, is the cholesterol hypothesis wrong. To adapt a quote from Blackadder, ‘It is wronger than a very wrong thing.’ Yet it has mesmerised scientists, doctors and the general public for years, exuding a siren song that none can resist, dragging us all to our doom on the sharp rocks of illogicality.
And at whose expense and whose profit?
Yet I think we have been sold a pup. A rather large pup – more of a full-grown blue whale, in fact. But how can I convince you, my fellow jurors, of the truth? You have heard so much, read so much, listened to experts promoting the wonders of statins and ever-greater cholesterol lowering. Adverts bombard us every day with some new fabulous yoghurt, probiotic, margarine or milk drink assuring us that these things lower cholesterol, thus protecting your heart.
On the basis of this never-ending information, many of you will be convinced that you should take statins for the rest of your natural lifespan. Firstly, of course, you will be frightened into action by a blood test demonstrating that you – you sinner – have a raised cholesterol level (‘Have you been eating hamburgers again? Have you?’). Everywhere you look, everybody is in agreement about the need to lower your cholesterol level. How can almost everybody be wrong?
In fact, almost everybody being wrong has been a quite normal phenomenon throughout human existence. So the fact that there are only a few dissenting voices out there shouldn’t bother you unduly. And medical scientists (an oxymoron if ever there was one), have a long and distinguished history of grabbing entirely the wrong end of the stick, closing their eyes tightly shut, holding on grimly and refusing to listen to anybody else. Another leech anybody, or perhaps a radical mastectomy, or a tonsillectomy, or a removal of toxic colon? What about that old chestnut ‘no bacteria can live in the human stomach’? And ‘strict bed rest following a heart attack’ – how many millions did that kill? [emphasis added]
I really don’t think the calm, quiet, deliberate, polite approach accomplishes fuckall but perhaps a decent pension someday for an otherwise mundane life. And even if it did, I still wouldn’t respect it. I respect maverick & bravado, risk, in-your-face determination. And besides, I smell a rat in these admonitions for calm deliberation. They’re just ‘fraidy cats that they’re wrong, or they’re afraid of offending, or they’re afraid of one thing or another. There’s a theme there: fear. So they’re fuckin’ sissies and too afraid to admit it. And it’s so unnecessary because it’s so irrational. We’re RIGHT! No, not in every detail or nuance, but we have the principle foundation set in a Stone Age, and we’re fuckin’ right goddammit! And you know what I’m going to do about that? I’m going to ridicule the white coats who are wrong, and I’m going to do it with delight. And I’m going to keep doing it relentlessly, ruthlessly.
As I recently wrote in a comment, I won’t be satisfied until they start charging admission to take a piss on Keys’ grave.
I am not alone in my beliefs. There are many hundreds of doctors and researchers who agree that the cholesterol hypothesis is bunk. Many keep their counsel, others have been stomped into silence, but a few have had the guts to speak out. However, their voices, unlike those of the implacable medical ‘statinators’ are not supported by multibillion-dollar pharmaceutical budgets.
In a world dominated by PR-controlled spin, critics of the cholesterol hypothesis get very little airtime. If they did, this world would change, and I hope this book starts the process of change. Because, despite my apparent joviality, I am deadly serious in my belief that the misguided war against cholesterol, using statins, represents something very close to a crime against humanity. So close that you may not be able to spot the difference. [emphasis added]
So, yea, just go right on ahead trying to convince them with showers of daisies. You know what? I don’t want ’em even if they can be convinced. I want the whole lot of ’em swept away, viciously, disgraced and left to starve on the streets with rotting sores.
Perhaps that’ll illustrate for future generations that this is crucially important work calling for the utmost in honesty and integrity, and by utmost, I mean far in excess of normal or average.
11/24/09 Update: Shorter Brett Mattingly: "My pussy hurts!" From his Twitter feed, in reverse order.
@rnikoley But I know I’m wasting my breath. You keep your ‘entertainment’ and I’ll keep informing.
@rnikoley feel the need to use ‘fuck’ repeatedly to get your point across, you’ve proven how childish you are.
@rnikoley Nutritionists, ‘dieticians’, etc, are idiots and murderers, but once you refer to people with similar views as ‘pussies’ and …
@rnikoley Really, you abhor the values of other paleo bloggers who don’t share your methodology? I don’t disagree that conventional doctors
@rnikoley Respect for those less-informed or with differing views than yourself, for starters.
And, ladies & gents, @rnikoley has just lost my readership. Not that he cares, o’course. It’s all about respect if you want progress, Rich.
See, here’s the deal. Nobody has to read my blog or like it…though I am always reminded of the bit in Howard Stern’s movie Private Parts where some radio network guy is talking to another about Stern’s controversial show and it goes something like this, though I don’t recall the specific details:
"Those who love him listen for an average of an hour a day."
"And those who hate him?"
Apparently, Mattingly thinks I’m singling out him and others who advocate a more persuasive approach. Actually, I’m not, and this isn’t the first time he’s called me out. …I couldn’t give a flying fuck who Brett Mattingly is, what he does, how he approaches paleo or how he represents it to others. And I’d have never cared even if I had known who he was.
I would have never gone to his blog or called him out in a comment or forum elsewhere to say, "man, quit being a pussy." Moreover, I never call out or criticize other paleo / low-carb individuals or bloggers specifically by name on this blog. And in fact, I have pointed and do point to a lot of bloggers who don’t share my style and will continue to do so.
But I also note that none of them come around here criticizing me or pathetically lying, implying that there’s nothing BUT that. This blog has almost 2,500 posts, the vast majority rather calmly making some argument or observation. And many of them are specifically to assist people on the path.
If anyone doesn’t like or can’t tolerate my style, that is perfectly fine. but if you want to come around here or pollute my twitter feed with lies and implication that I am only a loose cannon, or "childish," or can’t make a real argument with real data, then you can simply GO FUCK YOURSELF ALL THE DAY LONG AND INTO THE HOLIDAY, for all I care.