COVID exposed the murderous ugliness running rampant in the medical industry. The stories will send a chill down your spine.

Here's what never happened in the hospital during COVID: a doctor sat down next to a patient and said, "You have a choice.  We can give you Remdesivir, which killed 53% of the patients in an Ebola trial.  It was so bad the trial had to be shut down.  And you'll notice here in Remdesivir's fact sheet, it says, 'Not a lot of people have used Remdesivir.  Serious and unexpected side effects may happen.'  Or we can give you ivermectin, a safe and effective drug that's been successfully used for decades, and send you home.  Which do you prefer?"

The reason that conversation never happened is that it would have cost the hospital too much money.  If the hospital gave you ivermectin and sent you home, the federal government paid the hospital $3,200.  If the hospital gave you Remdesivir, the federal government paid the entire hospital bill, plus a 20% bonus.  So the hospital executives' choice was to receive $3,200 or $500,000, which was the average hospital bill.  No contest.  Patients were going to get Remdesivir — whether they wanted it or not.

Informed consent died a grotesque death in the hospitals during COVID, and we need an autopsy.  There was no information, and there was no consent, and without them, patients are reduced to helpless victims, exploited for corrupt financial gain and immoral experiments.

Informed consent has been enshrined in numerous judicial rulings as the foundation of ethical medical practice and seared into the public's conscience from the Nuremberg trials.  Seven Nazi doctors were hanged in Germany by an American military tribunal for "murders, tortures, and other atrocities committed in the name of medical science."  Yet murders, tortures, and other atrocities are exactly what was committed by medical staff in the hospitals against thousands of Americans during COVID.

Take, for example, Ray Lamar, who arrived in the emergency room with a message written with a black sharpie pen on his arm: "NO VENT NO REMDESIVIR."  On his other arm, he wrote the same message and added his wife's name and phone number.  Yet the doctors gave him Remdesivir anyway, without ever informing him.  His widow Patti told me she constantly wonders what she could have done to save him.