DeepLedger October 15: A War On Health by Ignatius Star

A WAR ON HEALTH BY IGNATIUS STAR

           A war that the joint chiefs of staff might not in their jurisprudence rule out of order on enemy bases of Medical Doctors and Doctors Without Borders (the same euphemism for describing the rebellious child, moreover a charity) who have no legal license to practice medicine, but only through their university colleges attain a diploma of MD which is not a legal document with the right to determine or pass judgement in legal matters meant for law to decide as ultimately a real judge only can, which they cannot - that is, judge - only advise - not by law confine or "Form", and this war I do not rule out against bases with casualties in great numbers amounting in my personal campaign to be strongly against being the butterfly collectors' requirement for the art of lunatics or outsider art; for, I am one who surpasses that banner by art and IQ and EQ who shall liberate all people who are diagnosed as being in need of “care” for the cull doctor’s require is one not numbered in death tolls, but therapies, wherein curatives and more curatives follow therapy, ad infinitum. 

         Their weaponry shall be bugs or germs, but I have cured every illness that is cell related and satisfied pharmaceutical lawfulness according to FDA regulations. Indeed, it is some risk that a dream of eternal youth, without disease or addictions, is my gift to us all presently, and yet at the end of fortnights of bathos thus, my cures, remain at risk to being out of date, and that alone may be deemed a risk worth fighting an enemy that waves a banner of war that declares HEALTH, while the hospitaller effects no MEDICINE deemed the worth of a world organization in their private control group which they should explode.  

          I think we should consider and list bases that would require heavy artillery bombardment, and I ask the majority shareholder of the mercenary company that has the resources to consider deployment of more than one million soldiers with munitions and implements of advanced warfare to combat HEALTH if an ultimatum does not amount to its surrender of an entitlement to determine our own best answer for a good life. For judge in my age group our very childhood, and how we were raised by television. 

          Did not every show at least once begin with a pregnant woman - every sitcom - begin with no doctor training or of recourse to a doctor in time? Only a few female friends and a trusted matron, to require immediately, "Plenty of towels";  then, ending in half an hour's golden years of seventies and early eighties masterpieces brought to us all by the likes of, for example, Gary Marshall, the father of the late (it is presumed) Penny Marshall, a Laverne, and also a Pinky Tuscadero in those Happy Days, and the resulting ensemble in such episodes of the lead actresses or cast members in the denouement of a ten toes and ten fingers’ sum of a perfect baby. 

           Swear it off, MD! You never were sworn in as a law officer of any kind, and your advice shall be heretofore our option to ask for it, not your entitlement to force it upon us. It remains a precedent of a former stage when Doctors tried to take over the world, that it was safe to rule that the only legal license which they conditionally retain is a fishing license, and that objection to their power tripping was therefore sustained, yet that has not since stopped them from operating on us with every new regime we must follow.  

So, let us bomb it to hell. What do you say, Piccadilly? Are there global targets, not only the UHN and CAMH, but many other organized monsters which we can kill and not be infected by the superbug and the emerging flying animals of disease and pandemic? 

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🧠 Deep Ledger Editorial Takeaway

From the Desk of the Archive

In A War on Health, Ignatius Star does not diagnose—he decodes. He reveals that the modern pursuit of wellness has become a campaign of control, where metrics replace meaning and silence is treated as a symptom.

This is not a war against illness. It is a war against uncertainty. Against the right to drift. Against the sacred pause.

Star reminds us that health is not a product. It is not a subscription. It is not a dashboard. It is a rhythm—ancient, unmeasured, and often misunderstood.

In the world of Deep Ledger, we do not count steps. We trace origins. We do not optimize.

We observe. We do not silence the body. We listen to its hum beneath the static.

Let this article be a dispatch from the resistance. A reminder that to be well is not to be perfect. It is to be present.

And in the frequency of silence, health may yet be found.