I've been wondering...

My daughter was diagnosed with Celiac's Disease recently. She's doing much better since getting the diagnosis, though she cries often because stuff that's supposed to be gluten free actually turns out to have trace amounts of gluten, sending her into painful fits on the floor.

I realize that you don't care. You just voted to defund the FDA, and in any event, ain't nobody looking out for the little guy in Modern America. It's all, "Fuck you, I got mine," no?

But it's made me wonder. How does one diagnose or treat Celiac's Disease in a world in which the Earth is flat, vaccines don't work, climate change is a hoax, and science isn't real? I am legitimately curious.

My guess is that it's faith healing. Drive out the demons? This didn't work because your faith wasn't strong enough?

I would ask you to let me know, but the truth is that I hate you, and I still never want to see you ever again.

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I've been told by a few friends recently that it won't really be that bad. With that in mind, here's a real story from Texas, via ProPublica.Org. This happened in October.

A Woman Died After Being Told It Would Be a “Crime” to Intervene in Her Miscarriage at a Texas Hospital

Josseli Barnica is one of at least two pregnant Texas women who died after doctors delayed emergency care. She’d told her husband that the medical team said it couldn’t act until the fetal heartbeat stopped.

Please note that this woman wasn't some slut who had it coming. She had sexual intercourse as part of her marriage. But while I personally would *never* vote against my own daughters, that's just me. As you proved earlier this week, we're not the same, and we never will be.