Holy Moly, Dr. McCullough Turns Full-Blown Holistic On Us

Call me cynical but my bullshit detector gets increasingly jumpy around the good doctor

I have been on a hypocrisy-bashing trip lately. I just roll with these things and hope you can cope with another one.

The world is not black and white. It is often paradoxical, and two opposing things can be true simultaneously.

Dr. Peter McCullough demonstrates that beautifully.

I think Peter did a fantastic job on the Joe Rogan Experience a while back, in those critical months when it was touch and go if the mass formation psychosis would sink the last islands of common sense and sanity on the planet.

He was not quite as crucial as Matthias Desmet and Dr Robert Malone, but his appearance on Rogan helped a lot to stem the tide of insanity.

Mainly because he was a real medical doctor - the most cited one in his field, as we were reminded endlessly at the time.

People trust him.

Over a hundred years of institutional and pharmaceutical “positive association brainwashing” can’t be erased in one flimsy and botched-up pandemic. People trust Doctors. Often with their lives.

He also gave a marvellous speech at the European Parliament. Overall, I think he is a good guy. But it is a paradoxical world.

Good guys, for example, can be greedy. I am not saying Peter is. Just saying.

Good guys can be flexible about disclosing conflicts of interest. I am not saying Peter is; I am just saying.

Of course, people that jealous people like me call greedy, generally speaking, don’t feel they are greedy. They are just used to a certain standard of living. I am sure a Riksha driver in New Dehli would consider me greedy. It is all relative.

Anyway, let’s get to the point.

About 12 to 18 months ago—coincidentally the same time when Mr Vigilant Fox turned “commercial”— more and more articles in both their Substacks started appearing, scaring people of spike protein poisoning.

But do not despair—they also had a “cure”—three exotic-sounding natural herbs.

I am all into natural herbs, so I was excited and suggested that my wife take them as she was forced to take two jabs.

I wasn’t worried about myself. At that stage, I “hadn’t learned yet”, aka “didn’t subscribe to the belief” that “we are apparently all contaminated with this awful spike protein, the new boogeyman.”

That may or may not be the case, but I trust my body, my natural health routines and my regular detoxing enough to resist any worry-based compulsion to test for it.

The not-testing was greatly helped by the two GPs I tried to enrol with (you know, that’s just what you do these days). The first one was a female prescription-writing machine, the second one a male old-school fuckwit, to put it politely.

Apologies for the anger and impatience. I have been traumatized many times by stupid fuckwit doctors, and I give a recent example below. It is personal for me. Unfairly to many, I often equate doctors with entitled, arrogant, torturing fuckwits.

Anyway, I thought, these herbs won’t harm, and maybe my wife wants them.

“Send me the research”, she said wisely.

Long story short, I didn’t find any research at the time.

I'm not saying the Doctor made it all up, but I couldn’t find any specific research relating these herbs to the detoxing of spike proteins. Like many other herbs, they had good general detoxing properties but nothing spike protein specific.

But I only researched for about 20 minutes. Please share if you have proper research, and I will stand corrected.

Around the same time, the Doctor and Mr. Fox wrote several articles about the next pandemic, a new virus apparently just around the corner, and people should prepare for it.

Once again, they had the cure. A selection of pills, maybe 100 to 200 in total, including Ivermectin, would protect against any new looming unknown virus. There was a convenient link to “The Wellness Company” to buy them for north of $200. I have no idea about the price of pills in the USA, and I am stingy and relatively poor, for Western standards. I didn’t buy them.

But it made me think.

“How is that different from “the medical-pharmaceutical-complex”?

Scare people so sell vaccines. Scare people of spike proteins to sell holistic detox herbs. Scare people of another pandemic to sell generic pills that might help.

That was about 12 to 18 months ago. I hope they don’t have an expiration date because the pandemic with the new virus has yet to arrive.

Then I looked into the Wellness Company and wasn’t surprised to find Dr. McCullough in a very high position there—something like the chief medical adviser.

That was never mentioned or disclosed in any of the “medical news articles.” Again, I will stand corrected if I missed it.

Maybe I am too old-school, maybe I am not American enough, but somehow, I expected both Mr. Fox and Mr. McCullough to disclose their commercial interest in scaring people and then selling products.

I couldn’t resist leaving a Note about it, but it got almost zero traction or interest, so I dropped it and forgot about it.

I stopped reading McCullough after that but stayed subscribed because I frequently enjoy John Leake’s stacks.

Last night, I saw Dr. McCullough’s Holistic Approach to the Strain of Immunodeficiency and Neoplastic Disease in my inbox. Something in the title irritated me, so I opened it. Something about how the word “Holistic” was attached to the medical jargon felt slightly “unholistic” to me.

“Wellness” and “holistic” have been going mainstream since Covid. Trust in conventional medicine is broken.

So, I read it, and a few key sentences stood out for me. The article is about “fighting” cancer and HIV “holistically”:

Prescription medicines alone cannot fully reverse all of this pathology. This is the entre for holistic naturopathic medicine. 

“Is it now?” I thought.

I might do it injustice, but I read it like this: “Holistic medicine is a fancy little add-on we can use to battle the 5% that our wonderful prescription medicines against cancer and HIV can’t cover.”

Because let’s face it - the “fight” against cancer and HIV with prescription medicines over the past four decades has been a raging success. With trillions of funding and tons of research, cancer and HIV has been almost eradicated worldwide.

Who still has cancer these days?

The medical profession, with the help of Big Pharma, has practically medicated, burned, poisoned and cut it all away. It healed them all. Just those annoying 5% to 10% left that medications can’t do, but “a holistic approach” will take care of it.

So I read on:

It should become readily apparent that prescription pharmaceuticals can only do so much in battling the HIV virus itself or killing cancer cells

But, quietly implying that they are still the gold standard of modern medicine, of course.

Practically side-effect-free (who cares about a few lost hairs and vomiting your heart out, to name just two of a long list), the medicines just need a little holistic tweaking, and voila, the marriage between conventional and holistic alternative drugs is sanctioned by the newly converted dissident medical high priest.

Generously and without any bias or superstition, a new breed of converted “holistic” doctors and scientists dumb down “holistic medicine” to a fancy and oh-so-sellable little add-on to make the bitter medicines taste much better to the green Karen McCarrens and other gullible folks crying out and begging for being fleeced and kept ignorant about the fact, that except for some temporary hyped-up apparent successes, the good doctors have no fucking clue about how to “heal” cancer. All they do is medicate, poison, burn and cut.

I told you it is personal.

I had two close family members die of cancer and watched it first hand.

Yes, it sometimes buys time, but what is the time used for? To advise and help people change their lifestyles and actively start preventing cancer in a “holistic” way?

In my experience, true holistic healing and conventional medicine often exclude each other. Once you go down the butcher and chemist path, holistic healing methods are fighting an uphill battle. Yes, holistic remedies can be beneficial and supportive after the barbaric treatment, but there is great danger that they are reduced to just that.

Maybe that is intentional.

By ingesting it into the medical beast, they make it unrecognizable and a medical side note that serves the orthodox system.

There is this perception that people have a choice between the two systems. But my experience with my loved ones showed me this is an illusion.

Once you are diagnosed, “the system” goes to auto-pilot. Fear is dialled up immediately and dramatically, and everything becomes “urgent.” They bug you if you want to consider or think about it. I saw it all. Once in the system, they nod absently when you suggest holistic approaches while sharpening their knives behind their backs.

Of course, your loved ones believe them more than any “holistic green shit” you suggest. They weren’t interested in looking after their own health, being their own doctors, for their entire lives. Why would they be now? So they go for it and, with the nodding doctor's support, will do “the holistic” stuff after being chemically and physically mutilated.

But that’s not how holistic medicine works.

While the cancer might have been temporarily halted (rarely for good), people now have to cope and heal all the horrible side effects of the “cure”, which take up much of their healing energy.

Some wake up and go fully holistic and, if not too late, can turn it around.

But more often than not, the combined damage of the cancer AND the treatment is too much to heal. This is then taken as proof that “holistic medicines” rarely work.

But, as we learn now, adding “holistic” is perfect for making people feel emotionally better and can be used to fine-tune the marvellous medical protocols.

But all this is not only the fault of doctors and systems.

People uncritically adopted this one-and-only medical paradigm of “getting-my-body-to-the-workshop-to-have-it-fixed-approach.” Granted, the brainwashing and arm-twisting are intense, but we are not helpless idiots. We can grow some brains and grow some balls. (Sorry, ladies - what do ladies say instead?)

The mechanical approach works brilliantly with broken bones and other operations and is one of modern medicine's success stories.

But it doesn’t seem to work for many chronic diseases. But do not worry. The new breed of holistic old-school doctors add a sprinkle of “holistic medicines” and that will be it.

The other amazing aspect of our conversation is the degree of complexity involved in holistic medicine.  Advanced use of the clinical laboratory opens up new insights for personalized treatment that is simply impossible without having individualized data.

There you go. Holistic medicines really need clinical laboratories (technology) and lots of data.

That’s what holistic medicine is all about - it is heavily data-driven. And technical.

I am so tired and fed up with being fleeced and schooled about what is good for us by these technocratic dissecting human insects that have completely lost the concept of body, mind, spirit and environment working together.

People who never even contemplated, let alone profoundly investigated, the existence of a holistic healing force operating all the time. They never realized that they don’t heal, that they can’t heal. No doctor ever heals anyone.

Even successful surgeons who fix a broken bone or transplant an organ cannot do it without the body healing itself. Supporting the body's healing is the task of a healer:

First, do no harm.

Do no fucking harm - how difficult is that to understand?

It is literally that. Stop hurting and weakening people with medical procedures and chemical substances. It is not difficult. Don’t hurt people in the pretence that you “heal” or fix them.

I lost count of how often I got hurt completely unnecessarily by stupid, arrogant, heartless doctors. The last time was in Perth, Australia, about five years ago, which was also the last time I allowed a doctor to lay hands on me.

A part of a silicon earplug I used for surfing separated and got stuck deep in my ear. I googled it and researched it. To my surprise, I found something like a medical paper on it.

Doctors concluded that conventional methods and medical instruments like tweezers are ineffective for removing it. They explicitly warned, “Do not attempt it. You will injure the ear, and won’t work,”

The only gentle and safe way is to see a specialist that uses a little vacuum sucker to suck it out. This sounded reasonable, pain-free and easy enough. Let’s do it.

So off I go to a Perth hospital, where an ear specialist is on duty and has all the gadgets at hand. I ring them and try to book an appointment, but there's no chance.

“You have to come and see an ED doctor first, and he will refer you,” a lady barked at me. No offence—they have a stressful job in the ED.

So I see the youngish male ED doctor. As I did above, I told him about my research and the paper and asked for the vacuum ear cleaner. Slightly rolling his eyes, he says:

“Let me have a look first,” he says. He looks and says, “Yes, something is stuck in there.”

“I know, “I say. It is a silicon earplug that disintegrates as soon as you pull it. Before I researched it, my wife tried it with a tweezer, and that was exactly what happened.”

“Let me try”, the arsehole says, ignoring everything I said before. I pull back.

“Have you ever pulled out a silicon earplug with a tweezer?” I asked him.

By now, it is obvious he hates me. I can read his mind by just looking at him:

“Fucking researching patients who think they know better than me.”

“No”, he replies grudgetly. “But I will be gentle. I can’t refer you without trying this first.”

I wanted it out. He had all the power. So what else could I do but let him “try”?

The first two approaches were gentle but utterly unsuccessful as, surprise, surprise; the earplug would stretch like chewing gum and then break, rewarding him with a tiny blob of it.

“Can I please see the specialist now?” I asked.

Unable to swallow his pride, he said:

“Yes, soon, but let me try this other instrument first.”

And before I could respond, he shoved something cold, hard and sharp deep into my ear, and I screamed in pain.

I should have showered him swear words, but I didn’t, of course.

I needed that appointment.

And Australian public institutions take no prisoners these days. If you only raise your voice in light frustration, they immediately call security and kick you out if you are lucky. If unlucky, they call the cops.

It is the woke “we have absolutely no tolerance for any form of abuse” bullshit.

It basically gives them the power to let you wait for hours and physically, emotionally and psychologically abuse the shit out of you. To survive the ordeal, you need to put yourself into an emotional straight jacket, suppressing any hint of dissatisfaction to not trigger a major security alarm from an emotionally-challenged-looking, woke “triage officer” with purple hair.

These types seem to be hand-picked for positions of institutional power these days. I hardly see people with unnatural-coloured hair in public, but as soon as I enter any institutionalized public service, especially health services, they are everywhere.

This don’t-make-a-peep-or-else vibe breeds an unchecked culture of negligence and institutional abuse, which drives some people up the wall, causing exactly the abusive behaviour they want to avoid.

Long story short, after badly injuring my ear (confirmed later by the specialist), he finally referred me. The specialist took about 30 seconds to vacuum it out without any pain, jokingly saying: “Hm, he really butchered that ear canal, didn’t he.”

I could add at least ten personal stories like that. It started as a young kid and never stopped. Maybe I was just unlucky. Perhaps I cause it by not being a grateful submissive lamb adoring the wonderful doctor by default.

The problem is, we need these fucking bastards now and then. All my prevention and detoxing won’t save me from a silicon earplug or other accidents.

I know there are some great Doctors out there.

I just met one. His name is Doc Malik. He was run out of his profession and income because he was speaking out against the vaccines. It is a sad, infuriating, but also very inspiring story, and he is a brilliant storyteller. I highly recommend this podcast:

Doc Malik also produces his own Podcast, on which he has conversations with many of the greats of the freedom movement: Ed Dowd, Sahsa Latipova, MP Andrew Bridgen, and so on.

This is one of the good doctors we so urgently need. Not only highly ethical (First do no harm) but fully waken up to the whole cabal and the medical fraud going on.

Please contact me if you are a doctor reading this and live anywhere near the mid-north NSW coast. The same goes for if you know any such doctors. We all have to connect and support those few ethical doctors; otherwise, they disappear entirely.

This brings me back to Dr. McCullough.

Am I too harsh? Do I judge prematurely? Am I too biased and unfair? Let me know.

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