Generation Rescue Cries "Witch!"
After a child was killed by chelation, did they show any remorse or any concern whatsoever for the consequences of their acts? No, they kept right on quack-quack-quacking away, like the Energizer Bunny's feathered sidekick, endangering children with their bizarre and extremely dangerous voodoo brews of misused pharmaceuticals, including chemical castration drugs.
What's the next stop on their carpetbagging tour of shame? Spewing conspiracy theories on a new website, Put Greed First (or maybe it was Abuse Children First). Here's an excerpt from the site, in which the holy jihadists of Generation Regurgitate proclaim that the U.S. Congress should:
"Hold Senate hearing on the cover-up of the autism epidemic by the CDC and FDA. Our only chance for truth is to hear from the perpetrators of this cover-up under oath with the threat of perjury. If Senate Committee members are unwilling to hold hearings, an independent prosecutor needs to be appointed to investigate this cover-up."
For purposes of historical comparison and (not much) contrast, here's an excerpt from a warrant that was issued at the Salem witch trials:
Salem Aprill. 4'th 1692
There Being Complaint this day made (Before us) by capt Jonat Walcott, and Lt Natheniell Ingersull both of Salem Village, in Behalfe of theire Majesties for themselfes and also for severall of their Neighbours Against Sarah Cloyce the wife of peter Cloyce of Salem Village; and Elizabeth Proctor the wife of John Proctor of Salem farmes for high Suspition of Sundry acts of Witchcraft donne or Committed by them upon the bodys of Abigail Williams, and John Indian both of Mr Sam parris his family of Salem Village and mary Walcott daughter of the abovesaid Complainants, And Ann Putnam and Marcy Lewis of the famyly of Thomas Putnam of Salem Village whereby great hurt and dammage hath beene donne to the Bodys of s'd persons above named therefore Craved Justice.
Paranoia ipsa loquitur (with apologies to Latin purists).
It's past time for decent people everywhere to stand up and shout, "Enough!"
I have just one final question for Mr. Handley before he explodes in a self-created nova of crackpot nonsense: Was there a second doctor hiding behind the grassy knoll with a syringe?