The Medical Industry Eats the Poor

This is another installment in the adventures of a poor man that loves Jesus Christ, His Blessed Mother, and St. Joseph.

In March or so, my son had seizures. Fearful, I drove him to a Catholic hospital recommended to me at three in the morning, after doing all I could do. We stayed there until the afternoon, my wife and three children, in a tiny little room. At one point, when I was feeding them the peanutbutter sandwiches that we had hastily thrown in a bag (not made, but the ingredients), a security guard asked me to “please restrain my children” because they were running around the lobby. I returned to the tiny room as quickly as I could, before I got mad at the man who did not notice the bags under my eyes.

In April, I received a bill for $200 and told my wife. I said, they must have helped us out, because I told them that we were poor. The next day, I received a bill for $5000 and did not tell my wife.

I filled out a financial assistance application. I said, “I came to Texas, I lost my job, we had a miscarriage, my wife’s health has been poor, I have started three businesses so that I can work from home to make as much money as I can in every hour and minute, whether it be midnight or 4AM. (The last events of this article occurred at 4AM). We just got started, and income is not steady yet. I do not have paystubs for this reason.”

On June 9. 2025, I received a form letter asking for three paystubs to prove my poverty, saying that I have been working two months according to my application. I said to myself, I will have to call them, because they must not have understood what I was saying. The due date was sixty days from the receipt. “If we do not receive a response by the due date, the application will be denied, and the entire amount will be the responsibility of the patient.”

I carefully put it in my stack of bills organized by due date. Various things happened over two months, including several plumbing failures, drama at the local parish, drama with a man who paid me for some blue collar work, other surprise bills and documents (related to property taxes), business urgencies, family importancies, and I finally was able to go through the papers on Monday. The power went out in the middle of this. I began to have a panic attack, thinking about what I was going to do if there were electrical problems, and the company took care of it at 11am. It had gone out at 5am.

The next day, I had another unexplained panic attack/heart problem. I went through two days of drama with my business wherein I fell asleep talking about a person working with us and woke up to continue the same conversation the next morning. This brings us to this morning, when I finally was able to go through the papers today, and saw this medical bill, which was due today. Here is what I wrote to them:

Subject: PLEASE HELP ME FOR THE LOVE OF JESUS CHRIST

Hello,

I am a father of three little children that brought in my son early one morning because of seizures.

I have a bill which I am applying for financial assistance, but I am working so hard right now, so many hours a week, and it was piled up in my papers for accounting. I thought I had more time on it, but it is due today. You were requesting more information to prove my poverty. I saw it today and found out that it is due today. I started to have a real severe panic attack, which is something I have been struggling with for the past ten days, every day I was sitting down to do these papers and try to get caught up on them.

Please, would you give me more time and be merciful to me for the love of Jesus Christ and His Blessed Mother? And St Joseph patron of the poor. My heart is often troubled in a way that is very physical when I tackle this mountain of papers. I am trying to transition to an accounting software. I swear that I am poor and should not pay these bills according to your metrics of poverty, and I am so poor that I barely have time to look at every paper relating to my bills.

Have mercy on me, my son is about to wake up at 6am in order to ask me to go outside and dig a hole with him, which I have to do because the plumbing in my house has been failing little by little, and the sink no longer drains. My wife is in poor health, and so I have to take care of our three little children, and I only have a little bit of time early early in the morning to tackle these problems. Your office does not open until 8am, and I do not want to stress my family out by letting them know how much I am stressed out dealing with this.

May the Lord reward you and guide you to mercy,

I will have to call them in a little while.

Post Script for these events

They told me later that day after some frantic, breathless phone calls, that I would be able to wait four weeks for processing. I was able to transition to the accounting software by staying up until 2am one day. A good Franciscan woman, sister of my order, offered to help me with bookkeeping. In my pursuit of giving to the poor with my right hand and Caesar with my left (who desires the essence of the mind more than anything), I have hoped to pay her, since income has been building.

In going through the papers, I found four bills, not only one, related to this little inhospitable hospital adventure of five months ago. One says they will be sent to collections, so perhaps the application of financial assistance only applied to the big one. I stuff them in my pocket, since it is 2am, to call later that day.

Exhausted, with little sleep under my belt, I went through my chores being hassled by a three year old boy with indomitable energy (the devil of mammon turns us against our own sons and wives by putting them in the slot between him and us. He drains us of time and money, so that when the wife asks for a little quality time, or the son wants to get in the way of some profitable labor in order to learn it, we get angry at them, and not at usury.). Exhausted, I came home to the news that my other son had a fever. Working frantically, trying to keep the money coming in, because it is starting to pile up higher than the usurer’s slave pit walls, I then am interrupted by the news that he had a seizure.

Now it is the next morning We have been giving him the medication around the clock like we were taught by the people who are trained to think any small health problem is the avenging hand of nature ensuring that only the fittest survive, not God who loves us. I have been up intermittently all night, unable to pray. The last dose was 4:00am. His fever seems to be past. When my wife asked about taking him to the doctor, I had a nervous breakdown, and told her about all of these mental tortures I have been put through.

The medical industry is a grinder that grinds up the bottom of the poor put down a shoot. It is a blender under the pile of ingredients called humanity. It is the wolves around the pack of buffalo waiting for one of them to slip up.

In medieval times, doctors worked for free. They were generally rich men at the end of their lives studying the medical arts in order to please God and do penance. Sts. Cosmas and Damien were their inspiration.

Now, it is the invisible hand of Darwin in the market of human flesh culling the usurer’s herd of those too weak to serve him body, mind, and soul, or too distracted by children to pay enough taxes and insurance payments.

The biggest thing people do not understand about usury is that the body is not extorted but the mind. The mind is tortured with numbers and vague threats of the future. Mind is synonymous with soul. This is why I say that modern slavery, meaning this whole system which gives us things like monthly bills even for our heat and taxes collected by digits in a bank account rather than produce of the farm, is much worse than any other slavery that has existed. Why? Name some complaint, such as not being able to choose your spouse but taking what the master gives you, and realize that most people meet their spouse at their work place. Can you be separated from your spouse arbitrarily by your master? How many hours a working day do you spend with your spouse? I have known many people who, for job “opportunity” (the opportunity to frantically keep up with rising prices with a fractional income increase that costs way more in trauma of relocation and slight delay in paychecks), have moved and found their spouse totally depressed in the new place, and this has often led to divorce.

It is what God has said: fear not the one who can destroy the body, but the one who can destroy the soul.

Other people’s problems

While going through this, these last couple of weeks, I had two people who I prayed for going through a similar thing.

A friend of mine was in the hospital for mastitis with a growing lump while her little boy, her first child, screamed at her all night. When she left, there was really not much improvement. She still has the same problems. The stress of having gone to the hospital is added to it. I am trying to help her find a solution through my wife, who has contacts with women who sell instruction on breastfeeding and breast health. Some of them are generous to give it for free, this thing which any mother ought to be able to teach this woman, but which she had to go to a doctor because of how bad it got. Similarly, any father with experience could have taught me the three hour rotation of ibuprofen and acetamotophin, but they were too busy with their own problems.

A man online had a grandchild who is in the hospital after an “emergency” birth or C-section, being kept alive by machine. It costs some $5000 a day. Somebody sent him a message to his inbox saying that his grandchild should have been aborted. He has to fly across the country to see this grandchild, losing time from his job, and he writes in order to be free of some of this type of nonsense. I wish I could support him. I try to comment on his writing in order to give him more activity. He is not Catholic, but why should he be eaten alive by the “medical” industry who holds his little boy hostage with machines? I have more to say about C-sections. Most of them are totally unnecessary and are done largely for the convenience of the doctor, who is completely oppressed by medical school debt and litigical debt (meaning he gets sued a lot). The remainder are done partly with the idea of sterilizing the woman. Why? It is unsafe for her to have a baby, for one reason or another, and if she wants one, she does not accept the penance of God who gave this curse to woman, but she accepts the penance of the medical industry.

Most of the time, people who have insurance pay the same in their co-pay or whatever it is called, the amount the insurance requires you to pay before they cover anything, as people who do not have insurance. Why? The latter pay lower rates. Why? Because the hospital has to employ people to call the insurance companies and argue with them in order to finally get the money that their who industry is designed to pay out. Insurance is one head of the great monster. Insurance folks, of course, are not. They are doing their best, just like the used car salesman. The problem is much greater than any person we could point at and blame.

Illegal nature of contract law

The problem is this idea: “If we do not receive a response by the due date, the total becomes the responsibility of you.”

There was no talking to me about cost and whatnot when we came in. When they took my son and started shoving needles into him, when I was in the bathroom, they did not ask my permission. Nor did they had a sheet to me telling me what the medications were, what the side effects were, what the cost would be. In the end, they told me I needed to give him tylenol and motrin to keep the fever down, plus antibiotics. If I had done that, probably the seizures would not have happened, and I would never have had to go to the hospital. I am not convinced anything they did there helped my son besides this simple instruction.

God save me, but I am so exhausted from finding this bill and warding off the beginning of another panic attack, that all I can say is these foolish and illegal things are a result of contract law, that nothing is binding unless it is written down, and that people can do almost anything to you with the force of the law so long as they know how to write it down that it is your responsibility. Contract law is opposed to unwritten law, which is what was always appealed to in the past before this innovation came around in the 1700s, basically to allow usury to be committed with impunity.

Now, probably this hospital will forgive me this debt which they invented, and I will have to be grateful to them. The people working there did a good job and used all their knowledge to protect a little boy. It is not their fault they live and breath a philosophy that says nature is trying to kill us and needs the smallest excuse, rather than that it was made by God only to keep us alive specifically after we have sinned. Nowadays, the only sin is being stupid, and you can guarantee that you will be called stupid if you do anything wrong that gets you into more trouble than you can handle, because that is the last thing people say in order to prevent their consciences from nagging them to assist you, given how much they have to deal with themselves. What should they do instead? Admit that they are powerless to help and wish they could, and sincerely ask what they could do. The biggest problem is people thinking they are rich. We are all poor together, slaves to this great demon at the center of our American pantheon: mammon, whose high priest is usury.

This is the best I can do right now to talk about the medical industry. My children are waking up. I will quickly copy and paste something somebody wrote which I saw this morning and found very interesting.

COPY AND PASTE

Involuntary Paid Servitude is a state of compensated coerced labor. It can arise anytime you are paid to do a job... but the job is not voluntary. You can consent to doing the job, any job you can get, which is at best a formality to say it isn't in fact IPS, but it is still IPS so long as the work is not voluntary, because you must have a job to survive.

It is totally possible to create a state of IPS by delegating the involuntary nature to an external system rather than the individual business.

The most obvious IPS is when one does not have a way to pay for goods, services, transportation, insurance, or shelter vital to life, let alone the vital records and proofs of citizenship required to own homes, or making participation onerous, in a state where land ownership has become universally privatized, either by state or individuals & organizations. In this situation, if one cannot pay rents on land & shelter, they are rendered homeless. Without a social safety net to prop up that individual from losing their home, and no alternative to return to nature outside the land ownership paradigm as our ancestors once did, no form of labor, no matter how well compensated, can be voluntary in nature. (In reference to what our ancestors did, look up Blessed Marie Celine. Her father, being abused by the capitalist system in France, moved their family to a hut in the woods. This is no longer an option for us. At the very least, you will fear having your children taken away. Why? You are an unfit parent. Why? Money.)

In this case the only alternative to IPS is homelessness and/or death.

IPS is usually interpreted as legal. Some even consider it desirable, as a superior alternative to involuntary unpaid servitude or natural anarchy.

Unfortunately, while it's nice to get paid for your labor, IPS typically ensures there is no compensation adequate to escape rents, and even if one does become disabled, retire, or become temporarily wealthy, the threat of slipping back into IPS at any time for some reasons accidental or deliberate, always remains. This maintains the state of coercion universally, maintaining plausible deniability for individuals and businesses, while the society itself imposes the threat through a state of strategic negligence.

Working for one's self, and/or their community, voluntarily, in a natural state of subsistence where Land Value is free -- that's inescapable. That labor to survive, hunt, gather, shelter, and defend, all the cultural labor and personal leisure & maintenance, is natural, spontaneously emergent, and unavoidable. IPS is not natural. But IPS will do everything in its power to appear natural, inevitable, and unavoidable, and silence or ignore any voice which suggests otherwise. The maintenance of IPS is on the spectrum of authoritarianism, wearing a mask of decentralized coercion, but if threatened will take the mask off and endorse bare face authoritarianism to maintain the investment of rent seekers who dominate land value with no legal alternative.

Nathaniel — 4:20 AM
I do my work for free because it is not “work”. I do my various jobs with great fervor and dedication because they are not my “job”. My employer is Jesus Christ, and His honor pays my living, because I have no security in a paycheck. The words have been redefined. In the quotations, what is referred to is a W-2 industrialist/capitalist contractual arrangement, “at-will”. This is the thing that makes IPS. It is an extremely new historical anomaly which requires many incredible innovations in order to obscure how unnatural and truly illegal it is. It comes about because of usury.

Here is an interview I did about usury.

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