Welcome to the town of Allopath

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Welcome to the town of Allopath

by Mike Adams

 

There once was a town called Allopath. It had many people, streets and cars, but

due to budget limitations, there were no stop signs or traffic lights anywhere

in Allopath.

Not surprisingly, traffic accidents were common. Cars would crash into each

other at nearly every intersection. But business was booming for the auto repair

shops and local hospitals, which dominated the economy of Allopath.

 

As the population of Allopath grew, traffic accidents increased to an alarming

level. Out of desperation, the city council hired Doctor West, a doctor of the

Motor Division (M.D.) to find a solution.

 

Dr. West spent days examining traffic accidents. He carried an assortment of

technical gear -- microscopes, chemical analysis equipment, lab gear -- and put

them all to work as part of his investigation. The townspeople of Allopath

watched on with great curiosity while Dr. West went about his work, meticulously

documenting and analyzing each traffic accident, and they awaited his final

report with great interest.

 

After weeks of investigation, Dr. West called the people of Allopath to a town

meeting for the release of his report. There, in front of the city council and

most of the residents of Allopath, he announced his findings: " Traffic accidents

are caused by skid marks. "

 

As Dr. West explained, he found and documented a near-100% correlation between

traffic accidents and skid marks. " Wherever we find these cars colliding, " he

explained, " we also find these skid marks. "

 

The town had " Skid Marks Disease, " the doctor explained, and the answer to the

town's epidemic of traffic accidents would, " ...require nothing more than

treating Skid Marks Disease by making the streets skid-proof, " Dr. West

exclaimed, to great applause from the townspeople.

 

The city paid Dr. West his consulting fee, then asked the good doctor to propose

a method for treating this Skid Marks Disease. As chance would have it, Dr. West

had recently been on a trip to Hawaii paid for by a chemical company that

manufactured roadaceuticals: special chemicals used to treat roads for

situations just like this one. He recommended a particular chemical coating to

the city council: teflon.

 

" We can treat this Skid Marks Disease by coating the roads with teflon, " Dr.

West explained. " The streets will then be skid-proof, and all the traffic

accidents will cease! " He went on to describe the physical properties of teflon

and how its near-frictionless coating would deter nearly all vehicle skids.

 

The city council heartily agreed with Dr. West, and they issued new public bonds

to raise the money required to buy enough teflon to coat all the city's streets.

Within weeks, the streets were completely coated, and the skid marks all but

disappeared.

 

The city council paid Dr. West another consulting fee and thanked him for his

expertise. The problem of traffic accidents in Allopath was solved, they

thought. Although the cure was expensive, they were convinced it was worth it.

 

But things weren't well in Allopath. Traffic accidents quadrupled. Hospital beds

were overflowing with injured residents. Auto repair businesses were booming so

much that most of the city council members decided to either open their own car

repair shops or invest in existing ones.

 

Week after week, more and more residents of Allopath were injured, and their

cars were repeatedly damaged. Money piled into the pockets of the car repair

shops, hospitals, tow truck companies and car parts retailers.

 

The town economic advisor, observing this sharp increase in economic activity,

announced that Allopath was booming. Its economy was healthier than ever, and

Allopath could look forward to a great year of economic prosperity!

 

There were jobs to be had at the car repair shops. There were more nurses needed

at the hospital. " Help wanted " signs appeared all over town at the paramedic

station, the tow truck shops, and the auto glass businesses. Unemployment

dropped to near zero.

 

But the traffic accidents continued to increase. And yet there were no skid

marks.

 

The city council was baffled. They thought they had solved this problem. Skid

Marks Disease had been eradicated by the teflon treatment. Why were traffic

accidents still happening?

 

They called a town meeting to discuss the problem, and following a short

discussion of the problem, an old hermit, who lived in the forest just outside

of Allopath, addressed the townspeople. " There is no such thing as Skid Marks

Disease, " he explained. " This disease was invented by the roadaceuticals company

to sell you teflon coatings. "

 

The townspeople were horrified to hear such a statement. They knew Skid Marks

Disease existed. The doctor had told them so. How could this hermit, who had no

Motor Division (M.D.) degree, dare tell them otherwise? How could he question

their collective town wisdom in such a way?

 

" This is a simple problem, " the hermit continued. " All we need to do is build

stop signs and traffic lights. Then the traffic accidents will cease. "

 

Without pause, one city council member remarked, " But how can we afford stop

signs? We've spent all our money on teflon treatments! "

 

The townspeople agreed. They had no money to buy stop signs.

 

Another council member added, " And how can we stop anyway? The streets are all

coated with teflon. If we build stop signs, we'll waste all the money we've

spent on teflon! "

 

The townspeople agreed, again. What use were stop signs if they couldn't stop

their cars anyway?

 

The hermit replied, " But the stop signs will eliminate the need for teflon.

People will be able to stop their cars, and accidents will cease. The solution

is simple. "

 

But what might happen if stop signs actually worked, the townspeople wondered.

How would it affect the booming economy of Allopath? Realizing the consequences,

a burly old man who owned a local repair shop jumped to his feet and said, " If

we build these stop signs, and traffic accidents go down, I'll have to fire most

of my workers! "

 

It was at that moment that most of the townspeople realized there own jobs were

at stake. If stop signs were built, nearly everyone would be unemployed. They

all had jobs in emergency response services, car repair shops, hospitals and

teflon coating maintenance. Some were now sales representatives of the

roadaceuticals company. Others were importers of glass, tires, steel and other

parts for cars. A few clever people were making a fortune selling wheelchairs

and crutches to accident victims.

 

One enterprising young gentleman started a scientific journal that published

research papers describing all the different kind of Skid Marks Diseases that

had been observed and documented. Another person, a fitness enthusiast,

organized an annual run to raise funds to find the cure for Skid Marks Disease.

It was a popular event, and all the townspeople participated as best they could:

jogging, walking, or just pushing themselves along in their wheelchairs.

 

One way or another, nearly everyone in Allopath was economically tied to Skid

Marks Disease.

 

Out of fear of losing this economic prosperity, the townspeople voted to create

a new public safety agency: the Frequent Drivers Association (FDA). This FDA

would be responsible for approving or rejecting all signage, technology and

chemical coatings related to the town's roads.

 

The FDA's board members were chosen from among the business leaders of the

community: the owner of the car shop, the owner of the ambulance company, and of

course, Dr. West.

 

Soon after its inception, the FDA announced that Skid Marks Disease was, indeed,

very real, as it had been carefully documented by a doctor and recently

published in the town Skid Marks Disease journal. Since there were no studies

whatsoever showing stop signs to be effective for reducing traffic accidents,

the FDA announced that stop signs were to be outlawed, and that any person

attempting to sell stop signs would be charged with fraud and locked up in the

town jail.

 

This pleased the townspeople of Allopath. With the FDA, they knew their jobs

were safe. They could go on living their lives of economic prosperity, with

secure jobs, knowing that the FDA would outlaw any attempt to take away their

livelihood. They still had a lot of traffic accidents, but at least their jobs

were secure.

 

And so life continued in Allopath. For a short while, at least. As traffic

accidents continued at a devastating rate, more and more residents of Allopath

were injured or killed. Many were left bed-ridden, unable to work, due to their

injuries.

 

In time, the population dwindled. The once-booming town of Allopath eventually

became little more than a ghost town. The hospital closed its doors, the FDA was

disbanded, and the Skid Marks Disease journal stopped printing.

 

The few residents remaining eventually realized nothing good had come of Skid

Marks Disease, the teflon coatings and the FDA. No one was any better off, as

all the town's money had been spent on the disease: the teflon coatings, car

parts and emergency services. No one was any healthier, or happier, or

longer-lived. Most, in fact, had lost their entire families to Skid Marks

Disease.

 

And the hermit? He continued to live just outside of town, at the end of a

winding country road, where he lived a simple life with no cars, no roads, no

teflon coatings and no FDA.

 

He outlived every single resident of Allopath. He gardened, took long walks

through the forest, and gathered roots, leaves and berries to feed himself. In

his spare time, he constructed stop signs, waiting for the next population to

come along, and hoping they might listen to an old hermit with a crazy idea:

 

....that prevention is the answer, not the treatment of symptoms.

 

This fable was authored by Mike Adams, the Health Ranger. You may reprint or

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