Con Games

The latest hope is in the news prevention of a killing spree, achieved by a new golden goose called C-reactive, C-RP. With bumbling idiots to guard the health of humans, man is doomed, each day another bold retard is graduated, quickly groomed to find, persuade the frightened folks and scare them more, of evil ghosts, to test the fluids of all blokes and scan for possibles both coasts. Cholesterol fell out of favour, too many saw the great deceit, a protein is the new flavour a fancy name is hard to beat. Forgotten that all inflammation is a response, not a disease, the practice of sheer obfuscation convincingly shows expertise. Take anger, injury, infection, the CR-Protein will rise, a marathon, a brief erection promotes the numbers to new highs. Which is a godsent, reminiscent of measuring cholesterol, the masses, wholly impuissant don't understand a millimol. The aim is clear, let's scare the herds, and test and screen to show we care, and query not who are the nerds but who has golden coins to share. Yes, it is true, that medicine has fallen from its pedestal, douceur de vivre beneath its skin and magic for its clientele. May I suggest, my fellow sheep, decline all offers if you're well, your blood and guts are yours to keep all merchants come to you to sell. Expensive urine, they will snort, all vitamins will soon be banned, they make of you a worrywart and feed you pills, the noble brand. So, you may ask, what is their aim? Are they not sworn to soothe and heal? The answer is, that a Schlemiel may be a Klutz without all shame.