In a dream, I opened my eyes and
saw a monster leaning over me. He wore a heavy metal
cape and helmet, and carried a large spear. His eyes
were red, his mouth frothing.
"Wake up, you little beast," he
barked. "Give me a plan to hurt more people in more
ways for longer periods of time than has ever been
"A plan to hurt people?" I
stammered, shaking with fear. "Sir, Iím not a
planner. Iím just a doctor."
"Donít waste my time," he
shouted, pushing my chest with his spear. "Give me a
"Sir... Sir.."I choked on my
words. "Doctors are not taught to hurt people, and
Iím just a ...."
"Donít waste my time, you creep,"
he cut me off. "I want a plan."
"Sir, you could try an earthquake
or perhaps some tsunami'" I struggled to control
"You donít you get it, do you,
punk?" He thundered, piercing my skin with the
spear. I want a plan to hurt more people in more
ways for longer periods of time."
"Maybe poison the water? Poison
the air? Everywhere," I blurted.
"Poison the water and the air
everywhere." He repeated my words, his face
softening a bit. Or was that my imagination.
"Sir, may I ask who you are?" I
mustered the courage.
"Satan. Iím Satan, the Great." he
frowned. "There is something else."
"What else?" A chill passed
through my body.
"I want people to hurt themselves
and feel good about it." Satan chewed his words with
"People hurt themselves and then
feel good. Sir, Satan, is that your wish?" I asked
"Yes, thatís the idea, son" Satan
winked. I breathed a deep sigh of relief. He called
me his son. Maybe I Ďll get through this after all,
I imagined. "A plan, little beast." Satan shrieked.
"Plan. A simple plan."
I mumbled to myself, feeling full
return of earlier terror. "Sir, you could use a
drug. You could use a statin drug for cholesterol."
"Will a statin drug can torment
people worldwide?" He asked with narrowing eyes.
"It will poison their livers,
injure their muscles, make them tired and sick. Some
will die of kidney failure, others might get
cancers. But all of them will be toxic and sick for
years," I explained.
"Why will people take such a
toxic drug?" He shoved the spear deeper.
"Sir, you could tell the editors
of The New Enron Journal of Medicine to set a
medical standard that everyone must be tested for
cholesterol and then drugged with a statin
regardless of their cholesterol level," I replied,
shaking from head to toe.
"I didnít know the editors of the
Journal can be bribed," Satan sneered.
"Itís done all the time, Sir
Satan." I felt a surge of relief.
Satan stared at me for a few
moments, smiled, then suddenly erupted, "Hey, little
creep, I warn you, Iíll be back and spear you to
death if your cholesterol-statin plan doesnít work
in five years."
I shivered as I realized the
statin plan may not work in five years. Statin
toxicity usually takes longer to become evident. I
had to think fast and come up with something else,
but what? Quick, mind, quick. Work fast. The Great
Satan means business, I told myself, breathless with
panic. And then came the solution.
"Sir, would you consider one
other thing. Would you ban insulin testing?" I
labored for breath.
"What would that do?" His spear
"Because the statin plan may not
work if people find out that it is too much insulin
which inflames and sickens them. It is too much
insulin which produces heart attacks, strokes, and
blindness. It is too much insulin that causes kidney
failure that takes them to dialysis and dementia."
"How would you stop doctors from
doing insulin tests?" Satan leaned closer. "I warn
"Sir...Sir... you could use the
Journal again. For dollars, the editors will do
Satan stared at me for long
moments and then evaporated.
I woke up, sweating profusely, my
heart racing, my chest thumping. What a chilling
dream! A visit from Satan himself. God, he called me
his son and I was relieved. Shame shrouded me. I
became a son of Satan and felt safe. What a
nightmare! And what about my Hippocratic oath of not
hurting anyone. I closed my eyes in remorse. Moments
passed and I opened my eyes and there he was again.
"Sir, did I say something wrong?"
I asked, trembling for my life.
"Why is a statin drug called
statin?" he winked and smiled.
"Oh, Sir Satan, does the name
statin have something to do with your name, sir,
Satan?" I asked.
"What do you think?" Satan
"Oh God!" I exclaimed, forgetting
my situation for a moment. "So, it was you who named
the drug statin, and..."
"Donít say Oh God, meathead," he
cut me off and thundered, "Say, Oh Satan. Your God
didnít plan the cholesterol-statin industrial
complex. Be respectful, meathead. Donít you want to
"God, Iím so thick-headed. No,
no! Satan, Iím so thick-headed," I shivered as I
caught my blunder. "Iím so thick-headed. I just
couldnít figure it out. Now, I get it, Satan. You
were the mastermind. You designed the cholesterol-statin
"So, you get it now," Satan
"But why call them satanis? Why
not Statinex? Or Satanicos or Satanicas?"
"I wanted to tickle doctorsí
imagination. But they never got it. Your New Enron
Journal froze their minds," Satan chuckled.
We looked at each other in
silence, my fears melting. Satan was almost like a
friend then. I asked,
"Sir Satan, Your plan is a huge
success. People worldwide are sick with statins and
doctors keep pushing more and more statins. People
worldwide are insulin-toxic, but doctors never test
them for insulin. Insulin toxicity causes diabetes,
dialysis, and dementia and people donít even know
they are insulin-toxic."
Satan blushed. Encouraged, I
continued, "Even The New York Times ran a front page
story about it on March 31, 2010. It was titled
"Cholesterol Pills Aimed at Healthy People."
What a great promotion of the
drug! And then three days later, C-Span spent an
hour promoting statin drugs. It had the Executive
Director of Center for Science in Public Interest
who talked about cholesterol clogging coronary
arteries over and over. No, he didnít once mention
statins, but the viewers were too fogged to see
things clearly. What a great promotion. Sir, Satan,
I have to hand it to you. Youíre good, Satan. Youíre
We were both silent again. He
looked at me with patronizing eyes, then gently
touched my shoulder. Feeling Satanís friendship and
reassured, I spoke, "Nobody else could have done it
so cleverly, so elegantly. Pray, tell me, Sir Satan,
why did you reveal it?
Why did you reveal your Devilís
death plan now?"
"Can you guess?" Satan chuckled.
"Is it because people who take
statin drugs do not realize who is behind this? Is
it because every intelligent designer wants to be
recognized for his intelligent design? Am I right?"
I asked earnestly.
Satan looked at me intently for
several moments and evaporated. I awoke and replayed
the dream in my mind with growing amusement. Then
two questions arose: Did I ever read a strong anti-statin
and pro-insulin-testing articles in The New York
Times? Did I ever saw strong anti-statinand
pro-insulin-testing program on C-Span, CNN, or that
paragon of "Fair and Balanced" reporting? I could
not remember any.
On March 24, 2010, I saw Sherry
L., a 94-year-old woman with a sharp mind and a
strong heart. Her blood cholesterol level is 318.
Six days later, a 68-year-old 5' 10" patient
weighing 268 lbs. told me his insurance company had
denied coverage of four-hour insulin test that I had
ordered. On March 31, a front page story of The New
York Times reported the governmentís support for a
statin drug for healthy people, who in Timesí words,
do not need the drug. On that day, Pfizer also
admitted on its web site that it paid $35.3 million
to American doctors to promote its drugs in the six
months of 2009 ($70.6 million for the year). That,
of course, is small change for the company since
Lipitor, its cholesterol drug, earned $11 billion in
2009. On April 3, 2010, the Executive Director of
Center for Science in Public Interest preached the
cholesterol-statin scripture on C-Span for an hour.
That night I had my dream.
The readers may be interested in
the following text:
In 1997, my colleague, Omar Ali,
and I marshaled thirteen lines of evidence to
support our assertion that cholesterol is a minor
player in the cause of heart attacks and strokes. In
2007, the British journal, The Lancet published a
review article by two professors, John Abramson
(Harvard) and James Wright (University of British
Columbia), in which they analyzed published data for
over 40,000 women who were given statin drugs for
primary prevention of coronary heart disease.
Consider the following quote from that review of the
subject in Lancet :
The last major revision of the US
guidelines, in 2001, increased the number of
Americans for whom statins are recommended from 13
million to 36 million, most of whom do not yet have
but are estimated to be at moderately elevated risk
of developing coronary heart disease. In support of
statin therapy for the primary prevention of this
disease in women and people aged over 65 years, the
guidelines cite seven and nine randomized trials,
respectively. Yet not one of the studies provides
Yet not one of the studies
provides such evidence! This comment should surprise
only those who have never critically examined the
data on the subject published during the last few
Cholesterol Drug for People Who
Do Not Have Cholesterol Problems
Now consider the following quote
from The New York Times of March 31, 2010, a little
something for amusement:
With the governmentís blessing, a
drug giant is about to expand the market for its
blockbuster cholesterol medication Crestor to a new
category of customers: as a preventive measure for
millions of people who do not have cholesterol
Only True Cholesterol Remedy
People who know the truth about cholesterol drugs
still search for remedies to lower cholesterol, such
as omega-3 oils and red yeast rice. While there is
value to these options. In my view, the only true
remedy for the cholesterol problem is knowledge and
understanding. Remember, for understanding to be
authentic it must be liberating.
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