"It is simply no longer possible to believe much of the clinical research that is published, or to rely on the judgment of trusted physicians or authoritative medical guidelines. I take no pleasure in this conclusion, which I reached slowly and reluctantly over my two decades as an editor of The New England Journal of Medicine." (Dr. Marcia Angell, NY Review of Books, January 15, 2009, "Drug Companies & Doctors: A Story of Corruption)

In past articles, I've offered compelling evidence that researchers never discovered a new coronavirus by proper scientific procedures, and therefore the whole pandemic-story rests on nothing.

In this piece, I'm coming at that point from a different angle: misplaced faith, an unwarranted transference of feeling.

Start here: Because a man was put back together by ER surgeons after a car wreck on the I-15, he believes doctors know everything there is to know about germs, infections, and long-term chronic conditions.

Wrong.

Analogy: Joe, at the end of his rope, his life a mess, happens to have a casual conversation with a small-town preacher on a park bench. He emerges with a new-found sense of faith, and then…

The next time we see Joe, he inexplicably has a job washing down steps and statues in Vatican City, and he's attending Mass three times a day, where the priests deliver services in Latin. He's shining the shoes of a Bishop who's been transferred from his posting three times to avoid prosecution as a pedophile…

Boggling leap and transference of faith.