“Misdirection is the key to survival, never attack what your enemy defends, never behave as your enemy expects, and never reveal your true strength. If knowledge is power then to be unknown is to be unconquerable.”

Medical engineer in Thailand with chronic headache from west-worshipping libs here.

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  • I’ll investigate further. Thanks for correcting.

    Though, I’ll say that they are definitely enough results from many of them that made it into medical knowledge, like the Club Cell, for example, with numerous evident that these “doctors” word directly with the Nazi and collect their data from involuntary subjects. Numerous sources wrote about how several of them still have their name recognized with honor for their work, such as this, this, or this, etc.

    In case it isn’t clear, I am in no way justifying these crime against humanity. But this is part of medical history, a very shameful part along slide the like of Tuskegee experiment and many others, that numerous “doctors” jump at the opportunity to exploit on the fascist’s racial policy to make a name for themselves. Worse, I’ve seen too many people in the field try to pretend it never happened. I’m probably too exaggerated when I said that majority of them have real medical purpose, and I stand corrected on that, but I’ll argue against the idea that the experiments were done purely out of sheer cruelty, as you’ve said.



  • There is a statue of a mighty woman located within the harbor of one of the cities of the West. At the time of its construction, it was described as “The New Colossus”, and a sonnet of the same name was inscribed at its base.

    Its message was long forgotten as the ruling nobilities of the New World reforge its message to placate the populace, where indentured servitudes were substitute for liberty.

    The statue is a figure of a mighty woman holding a torch, whose flame was imprisoned lightning, and her name, ‘Mother of Exiles’.

    From her beacon hand once glowed a worldwide welcome, whose silent lips once cried ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free!’

    Yet, an ocean away from where the statue stood, flames of imprisoned lightning burned not in a single torch, but across an entire nation.

    A nation that for decades has provided hope and solution for the poor, the tired, the huddled masses of the world, looking for a way to break from the tyranny of the New World.

    To all those yearning to breathe free, the People’s Republic of China is seen as a Mother of Exiles.

    The West sees something different.

    They see, and fear, a New Colossus.