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Friday, June 16, 2017

FATHERS' DAY #2

The story of how “They” killed my father-in-law.

Joe was a fun guy. Enjoyed his vino and his cigars. Then, Kaiser got a hold of him. They replaced his vino and cigars with multiple drugs, including blood thinners.

In a short time, he became zoned one, hobbling, stumbling around. One night he sat down for dinner. Boom! Face down in the pasta. By the time they got him to the hospital, he was brain-dead. I have the image of the MRI of his brain seared into my memory. Over a third of the area for his brain was taken up by a pool of blood. Bleeding stroke.

There are two kinds of strokes. The clotting stroke, for which they prescribe blood thinners. Then, when the blood becomes excessively "thinned," you begin to bleed when and where you shouldn't. When you see older people with all the bruises on their arms, that is likely what's going on. You can be sure that if you're bleeding where you can see it, the skin, you are bleeding inside, where you can't... the stomach, the kidneys, the brain. Anemia? Perhaps. Slow bleed in the brain? Dementia? Perhaps.

Or, a vessel could just burst, suddenly in the brain. Gone in minutes!
You think you need to have your blood "thinned," to allegedly prevent heart attack and stroke? Well, these drugs can CAUSE heart attack and stroke. These drugs can kill. THEY KILLED MY FATHER-IN-LAW. 

The "thinness" and "thickness" of your blood involves complex metabolism. M.D's stupidly think that they understand this, and that they can properly control this. As a straight chiropractor, I understand that your own Innate Intelligence knows more about this than all of the doctors of the world put together. My mission is to make sure that there is no interference, so that your blood can do its own thing, safely and properly.

Tell others this story.


Dr Harte
Emancipator of Innate
Marin County Straight Chiropractor


Thursday, June 15, 2017

Sunday is Father's Day. My thoughts go to my father, Fred Harte, who was killed, a long time ago, by medical indifference and stupidity.

He was diagnosed with diabetes at the age of 4o, and put on Tolbutamide. (His doctor who was also his personal friend, this medical moron, when my father was first diagnosed with diabetes, told him, "Don't worry, Fred. Diabetes is the HEALTHY MAN'S DISEASE." The next year, he had his first heart attack. 

12 years later, I was in medical school in France. Meanwhile, back in Yonkers, New York...
My father was an extreme workaholic. He hadn't stayed home, even a day, for sickness since that heart attack 12 years before. But he stayed home. He called his doctor: "Don't worry, Fred. It's just the flu." 

The next day:  "Don't worry, Fred. It's just the flu." The next day:  "Don't worry, Fred. It's just the flu." The next day:  "Don't worry, Fred. It's just the flu." The forth night, my mother called the doctor. She told him that my father's nails and lips were blue, and he felt like a steamroller was going over his chest. he didn't tell her that this was a heart attack. He didn't call an ambulance. He told my mother, who didn't even drive, to get him to the hospital. She had to just about drag him down the stairs, put him in a cab, and got him to the emergency room. (This was the hospital I was born in.)

NOTE: I have a great deal of respect for Emergency Medicine. They save a lot of lives. But in my father's obvious case of a heart attack, they just gave him a shot of Demerol, put him on a gurney, and shoved him aside, where he died a couple of hours later. He was only 53.
The SOB M.D. lied on the death certificate, claiming he was at the house the night before. When he showed up at the funeral, it took half a dozen men to hold me down.

This is the OTHER reason why I quit med school to become a chiropractor.
This is one more story, one more reason, to tell everyone you know, INCLUDING those with diabetes and those with heart disease (very often the same people), that they should get checked for interference to their heart, their pancreas, and everything else, and then adjusted! If they don't...

Next time, how They killed my father-in-law...

The Innate in me blesses the Innate in you
Dr Harte
Slayer of Subluxation


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