Mercenary Veterinary

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Just as motorcycles – which are still affordable and some of them still simple, owner-fixable things – have been a kind of end-run around what’s been done to cars, so also vets in relation to doctors.

They (vets) have – for the most part – been fee-for-service and so (mostly) affordable on a pay-as-you-go basis for routine checkups and so on.

But they have also become extortionists enmeshed with the government, much the same as the human “health care” apparat has. If you have a dog or a cat and have been to a vet recently, you probably already know all about it.

We have a young dog that we brought to the vet when he was about six months old to get him “fixed” – the strange euphemism for eliminating his capability to reproduce by having the relevant organs removed.

It is interesting – psychologically/emotionally speaking – that humans never use this word when referring to the same  procedure done to themselves.

Anyhow, we took the dog in to get that done. A few months later, he got fleas. So we stopped by the vet to get some flea meds – which we’d done for years, for all our other animals. We discovered we could no longer do just that. The lady at the desk – vets now have a host of fraus, just like doctors have – told us we had to bring the dog in for a “wellness exam” before they would allow us to buy the flea meds.

The “wellness exam” would cost $80. On top of the cost of the flea stuff.

I told the frau that the dog was perfectly well – and reminded her that the vet had seen him just a few months prior and that he was only about a year old. He needed a “wellness exam” as much as a healthy human teenager needs one to use zit cream. Of course it is not a “wellness exam” – except as performance theater. It is rent-seeking, which is the use of coercion to collect “rent” – i.e., to make a buck off someone. The vet knows we need the flea meds – because having a flea-ridden dog or cat in the house is intolerable for the humans – and thus the pressure to hand  over the $80 for the “wellness exam” to get the meds.

The vet says they’re not allowed to dispense prescription meds without the “wellness exam,” giving the vet both the excuse and the absolution. Somehow, the flea meds that work – as opposed to the ones you can buy at Wal Mart that don’t – are now prescription-only. And – no surprise – you can only get the prescription if you have your pet inspected; i.e., the “wellness exam.”

What a racket.

Then there’s this one:

We recently got a couple of kittens – and they need “fixing,” too. All of our cats are completely indoor cats. They never go outside. Ergo, as the Romans used to say, the chances of them catching rabies are essentially nil. On par with a human catching “COVID” as a result of taking a walk by himself in the woods without wearing a “mask.”

Well, wouldn’t you know it – if you take a kitten in to get fixed or for anything at all, the vet will only treat the animal if it has been “vaccinated.” More finely, if you submit to having the animal “vaccinated” as a condition of treatment.

Now, there are many rational reasons for not wanting to have an animal “vaccinated.” Including – in our case – the fact that the animal in question is a cat that has lived and will live its life entirely inside the house where there is no rabies to catch. On that basis alone it is absurd – because unjustified – to “vaccinate” an animal against something it stands almost no chance of ever being exposed to. It is like “vaccinating” someone (a human) who lives in Oklahoma against a disease that is almost impossible to catch unless you go to Africa.

And there is another, even-more-justifiable reason to be “hesitant” about having a beloved animal “vaccinated.” It is that God-only-knows-what is in the “vaccines” they shoot into animals. We know – we have come to know – how little in the way of precautions and full disclosure of the risks associated with the taking of them applies to the “vaccines” that millions of humans have been injected with. Many of them against their better judgment, under duress. How many of those millions would have refused if they’d known these “vaccines” were not “safe” – or “effective”?

And the only reason we do know now is because humans can talk. Animals can’t. When an animal “dies suddenly,” it is just an animal. No autopsy is done. When an animal develops a weird – perhaps fatal – condition – who is responsible? How would you be able to prove it?

The standards in place to assure the safety of human “vaccines” are deplorably – criminally – lax. There is no meaningful way to hold the peddlers of human “vaccines” accountable for the harms they cause. It is nonexistent when it comes to the peddlers – and pushers – of “vaccines” for animals.

In the past, you could just say no – as Nancy Reagan used to say about the street drugs that were, ironically enough, never pushed on anyone. Now the vets push these drugs on you by refusing to treat your pet unless you submit – so they can profit.

I think the time is approaching – if it is not already here – when dealing with doctors and vets will need to be done on the down low. Because it is the only way to transact such business without the government being involved – and without being taken to the cleaners by doctors and vets who have become mercenary extortionists and adjuncts of the government.

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4 COMMENTS

  1. Why does the flea medication require a prescription? Ridiculous. I order mine online from Australia w/o a prescription. Ever notice the special food in the vet offices that also requires a prescription? Can’t buy it anywhere else. They have special food to help prevent UTIs in cats. What they won’t tell you is that to keep your male cat from having a UTI – stop feeding him crappy dry food. He needs wet food that’s all meat, and water.

    I tried to board my cat at one place. Denied – he hadn’t had his yearly wellness exam from them, even though he had one elsewhere. They would admit him IF I had him examined there during boarding.

    The vets acts as though they have the best interests of our pets in mind. Often they do not. It’s a money making operation.

    • Hi Howard,

      You beat me to it! We did order the flea meds from Australia. But that’s a measure of just how screwed up this country is. You have to get meds from a country on the other side of the world because the vet down the street won’t sell them to you with a prescription – and an examination.

  2. Luckily our cat is treated by a rather loose band of vets that see our pet as a cat, not a cash cow.

    As far as the “drug pusher” term. Again, GovCo and its willing lackies, use that term for individuals that are sought out to purchase various banned substances. Unlike the Pharma Industrial Complex that bombards you with ads for their various potions that speak of the necessity to buy to “improve” your life and orders you to “ask your doctor”. It’s the typical inversion of reality that GovCo thrives on.

  3. Back in the day, men commonly referred to their testicles as the “family jewels.” Now, we commonly see, and hear, the same equipment referred to as “junk.” Thanks, “feminists.”

    According to Wackypedia:
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Testicle#:~:text=An%20average%20adult%20testicle%20measures,greater%20than%2020%20cm3.

    >An average adult testicle measures up to 5 cm × 2 cm × 3 cm (2 in × 3⁄4 in × 1+1⁄4 in).

    Matter of fact, my right one measures 3 x2. Inches, not centimeters, and I do not consider either of mine to be “junk,” although they are untested as to their intended purpose.

    “Balls!” said the Queen. If I had two, I’d be King.

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