I feel like if he gets his way I’ll be prescribed sunshine, exercise, raw milk, and whatever drug a pharmaceutical bribed him to sell, instead of the immunomodulators I really need.
He’s like a mix of your uncle who thinks your chronic illness would go away if you “go outside and get some sunshine, stop being so negative, and eat more xyz” and your aunt who believes “acupuncture and supplements will cure you and all other medicines are a conspiracy”.
Even worse, farms that don’t use things like antiparasitics can allow for milk to transfer parasite eggs, and sometimes live parasites, in the milk. Behind the Bastards did a great episode on the beginnings of the Pure Food and Drug Act, and one of the incidents that was mentioned was that occasionally, before large-scale pasteurization, you would get milk that was literally writhing with worms.
You’re welcome for that thought just before lunch.
I may not have the whole picture, but a man previously brain-infected by worms is lowering the barriers and advocating for a vector for more brain worms?
I’ve seen this movie.
…Goddammit, RFK has a Yeerk in his brain, doesn’t he.
It’s just milk bundled with a special friend :)