‘UK’s National Health: If Your Mind’s Not Right, You Get No Care’ (2020)

Pass the fava beans: Hannibal Lecter TV show in works

“Paging Dr. Lecter, Dr. Lecter to the Emergency Room…”

A rich white liberal vision of paradise! You broke your ankle? You want them to treat it at the hospital? Oops! This bloke voted for Brexit! He deserves a broken ankle! No treatment for you, mate.

UK’s National Health: If Your Mind’s Not Right, You Get No Care

Yep, that was the plan, just three years ago. If they decide you’re “racist, sexist, or homophobe,” you wouldn’t get medical care. Not unless you had, like, a severed artery and you were gonna die on ’em in five minutes. Grudgingly, they would still treat acute medical emergencies before closely examining the patient’s opinions and beliefs.

Honk if you still want socialism here.

What’s Wrong with Britain?

Fahrenheit 451 (1966) | Alex on Film

She forgot to clap

The following is just about the creepiest news story that I ever heard. It’s hard to believe, but true.

Someone–we are not told whom–started this custom in Britain: at 8:00 every Tuesday night, everybody–and they do mean everybody–is supposed to come outside and “clap for the carers.” National Health Service workers fighting off the epidemic, and all that.

Recently a woman, tending her sick child, was unable to get out the door to join the neighborhood clap. (Yes, I know it sounds icky.) Her neighbors promptly “named and shamed” her on Facebook (https://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/uk-news/tired-mum-named-shamed-facebook-18143150), going so far as to say that since she didn’t come out and join the–ritual? can we call it a ritual?–she and her family “don’t deserve” health care if any of them catch the Chinese Wuhan Communist Death Virus From China. That’ll learn her, they said on Facebook, “for showing the street up.”

Hello! Hello? Did we just blunder into The Hunger Games? Or into one of Ray Bradbury’s cautionary tales? I mean, whoa! This is conformity with a vengeance! You’d almost think you were in North Korea.

Maybe the woman was lucky they didn’t bash her door in and drag her outside.

Magna Carta. A country that cherishes eccentrics. P.G. Wodehouse. Rumpole of the Bailey. Alice in Wonderland. None of that great stuff seems to fit in Britain anymore. Suddenly That Hideous Strength, by C.S. Lewis, doesn’t seem far out at all.

We have noticed in recent years that even the most tepid criticism of the National Health ignites a wildfire of near-hysterical wrath. It’s not really that great, you know. Just socialized medicine. There’s a reason why they sell do-it-yourself tooth-pulling kits over there (https://www.express.co.uk/life-style/health/399032/Now-we-pull-out-our-own-teeth-Boom-in-DIY-dental-kits-as-patients-cannot-afford-NHS-fees).

But fail to turn out for the weekly cheering fest, and see what happens to you. Go ahead, I dare you: say “The National Health could use some improvement.” Walk into any British pub and say that.

This, by the way, is one of the chief reasons why our country’s founders were so against trying to create a democracy. In a democracy, the majority devours the minority. That’s why they created a republic instead.

Some of you reading this must be in Britain. Please tell us–what’s up with Britain? Is your country going full-throttle Fahrenheit 451? Are they going to start eating people who won’t clap for the National Health? Has Political Correctness gobbled up all your liberties? I only ask that because I’m an American and we might be next.

God help us.

A Post I Didn’t Write

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I was all set to write a kind of humorous post in which Ysbott the Snake, a villain in my Bell Mountain books, comes on to say how disgusted he is by the news of our supposedly real world. “They do things even I would be ashamed of!”

But I had to bag it when the news of baby Alfie Evans crossed my screen.

One cannot understand such a bleak and evil story. Hospitals in other countries offered to take over the child’s care. The Pope interceded. But to no avail: the UK National Health insisted on killing that baby and some judge backed them up. The parents’ wishes were ignored. Family doesn’t count, in secular humanism.

Why did it matter so much to the “authorities” to end the baby’s life? Has anybody heard an explanation that made any kind of sense?

The true and living God loves mercy.

The false gods of this evil age can’t even spell the word.

Baby Dies of Neglect: ‘Redirecting Care’

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Alfie Evans, before they killed him

From the chamber of horrors that is our daily news cycle:

Baby Alfie Evans, 23 months old, after living four days without life support, died earlier today. Britain’s National Health authorities, backed up by the courts, refused to allow the child’s parents to care for him at home and refused offers by hospitals in Italy and Poland to take over the case. They even rebuffed an offer by the Pope.

Refusing to provide the dying infant with food or water for 28 hours after being taken off life support, a spokesman for the hospital called the deliberate neglect “redirecting care” (http://www.lifenews.com/2018/04/27/doctor-starving-alfie-evans-to-death-is-not-the-killing-of-a-child-its-just-redirecting-care/).

Is there a circle in Hell reserved for hypocrites? Can you think of a more offensive and wicked euphemism than “redirecting care”?

So it seems a child’s life, or anybody’s life, is the property of the state, to preserve or throw away as the “authorities” see fit. The victim’s family has no say.

Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin.

Come, Lord Jesus, come: before this world gets any worse.