So Much Nonsense, So Little Time

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Soon after I started in a small emergency department, the police dragged in a handcuffed teenager.

The teen kicked, spit, and screamed slurred abuse at us. One of his eyes was swollen shut, the other red and dilated. Bloody hair stuck to his face.

Repeat offenders know they will lose a fight with two solid, sober officers. Youths with temper tantrums only know how to kick and scream. Physicians must sort out whether the screaming patient is sick or just uncivilized.

One of my colleagues, ten years my senior, walked over. The handcuffed patient started swearing (eloquently), spitting, and refusing to answer.

After attempting a history and clinical exam, my colleague said, “Buddy … you are messed up!”

trying to think in 2021

COVID19 has been a nightmare of nonsense. We need not review or downplay the carnage.

The public policy response has been brutal in Canada (see COVID Misery Index or the Lowy Institute COVID Performance Index). Get ready for a tsunami of inquiries, reviews, and calls for system change over the next year.

The pandemic has also been a blogger’s nightmare. Before COVID, it was easy enough to show how accepted thinking is often thoughtless. Nonsense abounded. Solutions were often obvious. It just took courage (or stupidity) to speak up.

Nonsense

But “challenging accepted thinking” fails when too many people lose their minds.

You cannot talk to an enraged, drunken teen in handcuffs. Barbarians do not debate governance. Informed consent becomes a charade of formalities.

You cannot reason with an enraged upper-middle-class, ivy league, sociology student. Screaming about oppression, she/he throws a Molotov cocktail at a tiny business owned by an uneducated person who just applied for citizenship.

Critical theory is the end of theory. Relativism means relativism is also relative: to give it meaning is to end meaning; to think it is to end thought.

The pandemic has offered too much nonsense to keep up. You feel like a mosquito in a nudist colony: Where do I start?

Solution

Fools remain foolish without challenge. But the crazier people become the less they are able to consider thoughts outside of their own insanity. Anything falling outside their own minds becomes a trigger, an opportunity for outrage. Debate narrows. Differential diagnoses become a differential of one.

The CPSO—the opposite of crazy—instantiated this ethos in a recent communication. Public health has spoken. Debate must end. We have truth, or near enough, to rule out dissension.

This bothered me deeply—even more so that so many supported it. This is anti-culture. But maybe that was the point all along.

See my op ed:

Patients Need Doctors to Speak Up — Regulator Wants Doctors to Shut Up.

Roots, not Blank Slate

We have to rebuild.

What can we learn from our past? What should we throw out? Radicals follow Rousseau and seek to throw out everything: “Man was born free and everywhere he is in chains.”

Government lacks capacity. It cannot manage major threats.

Society lacks capacity. Work-spend-consume does not develop deep social fabric and understanding required for citizens to lead from below.

Without the knowledge required to demand better decisions from our leaders, we will continue to suffer their ignorance which matches our own.

We need to pivot.

Instead of trying to deconstruct nonsense and offer solutions, perhaps we need to pause and ask ancient questions:

What is true?

What is good?

What is beautiful?

We need to rediscover the art of living well and how it informs civic engagement. If we do not, we all run the risk of becoming (or remaining) messed up: angry youths in handcuffs.

 

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Chickens and COVID

Patients get to know their doctors.

Doctors are supposed to know the most, but patients often know as much or more.

Near the end of every visit, one of my patients asks, “So, do you have chickens yet?”

Cholesterol is boring. Let’s talk about something else. He knows I can’t resist.

Patients learn what their doctors love: chickens, sheep, firewood, lumber, politics and a bunch of other things guaranteed to get me off-track and behind schedule.

A change of expression and tone tell me doctor-talk is done. Forehead wrinkles soften, eyes widen ever-so-slightly, and mouths form tiny smirks.

“So, what’s up with Trudeau anyways?”

I gobble the bait.

Off we rush down a rabbit hole unrelated to cholesterol or colonoscopies. When we finally get back to cholesterol, no debate remains.

“Sure, I’ll try the pill, doc. Maybe see how it goes?”

Someone should study whether off-topic conversation does more to increase compliance than textbook descriptions of therapy.

Most patients already know what they want, especially if it’s the tenth time hearing it. Patients want to skip the science and get to the chickens.

Chickens and COVID

In 2018, ruralism was gaining popularity, with a millennial twist.

Goat yoga, homemade sour dough, and backyard chickens grew almost as fast as TikTok. (Well, almost.)

Discussions about heritage livestock lurked in every corner of social media. Gardens and compost were hipster and cool.

The coronavirus made ruralism viral.

Locked-down anxiety seemed to fuel angry flash mobs. Exhausted by apocalyptic news with nothing left to watch on TV, people turned to happy chickens.

Try this.

Grab a big handful of chicken scratch, throw it in the run, then sit still and watch. Continue reading “Chickens and COVID”

Shouting Doctors Shun Debate – Is This the End of Medicine?

People used to frown at shouting matches in parliament. Then they began to laugh. Shouting matches are funny, if you ignore manners.

The Jerry Springer Show (1991-2018) won fame for a new kind of nonsense. Guests would shout and attack each other — rip off clothes, punch, cry.

Spectacle became education.

Never knowing true debate, viewers learned that shouting is debate. Many doctors learned the same lesson.

Medicine Needs Debate

You make a statement. I counter with logic and facts. You respond to correct my content with better content.

You do not yell halfway through my counter.

Shouting, crying, or silent protest are appeals to emotion and guarantee failure.

But the age of debate is gone. That of emotion, outrage, and lobbyists has succeeded; and the glory of medicine is extinguished forever. (paraphrase)

The End of Medicine

Senior medical delegates now prefer emotion over logic. They bluster and deplatform those they do not like. They attack, block, and some even sue their colleagues for saying things that offend them. If it offends, it is evil and must be eliminated.

This marks the fall of an institution. Continue reading “Shouting Doctors Shun Debate – Is This the End of Medicine?”