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OK, what I feel is actually worse than SPAMMERS posting links to pornographic web sites, is the links that they have been posting here lately to web sites advertising Viagra!

What is Viagra?

It is a drug, that some doctors prescribe for their male patients who have erectile dysfunction, another words, it puts more lead in your pencil, so you can get it up, and get laid!

OK, now, I'm not a medical expert, I'm not a doctor, so I could be wrong, but . . .

. . . I really don't think, that it is such a good idea to prescribe Viagra to a patient who has high blood pressure, and who has already had a stroke.

Back in the years, from 1996 to 2001, I was living in a two bedroom apartment, and I had a room-mate. He was about 5 years older than I was. The rent on the apartment, the utilities, and the phone bill all were in my name, but the deal was, that he was suppose to help by paying half of the rent. That's why I had a room-mate in the first place, to help with living expenses. Originally, we lived in Las Cruces New Mexico then we had moved down to El Paso Texas back in the summer of 1996

Then, back in March of 1997, he had a stroke, and was unable to work anymore, so I helped him to apply for a monthly SSI disability check so that he would have some income since he couldn't work anymore after his stroke.

I couldn't just abandon him, so I felt obligated to take care of him during his recovery from his stroke, and of course, he did get better.

OK, now before his stroke, he was sexually active. He would have some gal stay over night in our apartment, and while I was in my room listening to my favorite radio talk show, Art Bell, and being on line with my computer accessing Art Bell's web site, my room-mate was in his room, his door closed, and getting laid.

I didn't care, as long as he was happy doing his thing, getting laid, and I was happy while I was in my room doing my thing, smoking my pipe, drinking coffee, being on line with my computer, and listening to Art Bell on the radio during the night until about 3:00 AM, then I would log some sack time until about 9:00 AM in the morning.

But after his stroke, well, he couldn't get it up anymore.

OK, when we had moved down from Las Cruces New Mexico to El Paso Texas back in 1996, I was looking for a doctor who takes patients on SSI, Medicare and Medicaid, which is what I get every month, and so, after we moved down to El Paso, we both had the same doctor.

Anyway . . . . .

While my room-mate was recovering from his stroke, and feeling much better, and getting stronger again, he decided that if he could get our doctor to prescribe him some Viagra, he would be able to perform sexually again.

And so, back in 2000, about a few years after his stroke, our doctor did go ahead and write out a prescription for Viagra. He was already on some strong medications to keep his blood pressure under control, and of course, after his stroke, he became more demanding and started bossing me around. But I couldn't abandon him. I felt obligated to take care of him. I did the cooking, and I made sure we had plenty of vegetables and fresh fruit. I kept frozen fish in the fridge and I tried to prepare healthy meals. So, I was the official kitchen bitch.

Then, back in 2001, he had his second stroke!

After he came home from the hospital, he had his girl friend staying with us. OK, I though it might be a good idea, because I though she could help to take care of him during his recovery from his second stroke. But she was a fucking retard! She was in her early 30s but she had the mind of a child. She had no brains. My room-mate had her around because she was a fine piece of ass!

She was also a little trouble maker. She tried to stir up trouble between me and my room-mate, and my room-mate would accuse me of trying to put the make on her. But I had no interest in her. As I have said, she was in her 30s, but she had the mind of a child, and the mere thought of having any desire for her, would make me feel as though I were a pedophile, even though she was in her 30s. I would rather have a girlfriend who is intelligent, someone I could have an intelligent conversation with. She was a house plant!

Anyway . . .

As a result of his second stroke, which was worse than his first stroke, he suffered severe memory loss, became paranoid and delusional, became even more bossy and demanding, and finally, he became more violent!

Then one evening, he came into my room, and he attacked me with a machete!

As he swung his machete I held up my left arm to block his attack, else he would have struck me in the side of my neck, and I wouldn't be here today. I picked up the phone to dial 911, but then, I remembered I was on line with my computer so I could not use my phone, and I tried to log off on my computer, but as I was trying to use the phone, he started hacking the phone line with his machete, so I started to leave the room and he then struck me on my right arm, and as I was going out the door, he struck me on the back of my head with his machete.

So, I had to leave the apartment building. We were living in a two story apartment building at the time and our apartment was on the second floor. I went down the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door, leaving a trail of blood on the sidewalk behind me, and to the pay phone on the corner, and then, I dialed 911.

In less then 5 minutes, a fire truck, an ambulance, and two police cars arrived on the scene. As I was being strapped down onto the gurney, and being lifted into the ambulance, I could see a police officer going into the apartment building with a shot gun.

When I was in the hospital emergency room and being prepared for surgery, someone came in with a camera and took photos of my wounds. I assume it was somebody from the police, so I guess the police department has the photos of my injuries on file.

OK, I spent three days in the hospital, and my ex-room-mate was hauled off to the slammer where he spent nine months. While I was in the hospital, my ex-room-mate's girlfriend was still staying in the apartment. I called my apartment to see if she was still there.

We had two phones, one in my bedroom, and one in my room-mate's bedroom, so his phone rang while mind didn't because the line was cut, and her mother was there so she answered the other phone.

So, her mother and older sister were there, and I insisted that they clean up my room for me so that it would be ready when I came home from the hospital.

At first they refused, because they didn't want to go into my room. There was blood splattered on the walls, and blood on the floor, and blood splattered on my bed sheets. MY BLOOD!!! But I knew that I would be in no condition to clean up the room myself, and I told them, that if they didn't clean up my room, I would file come kind of charges against them and sue them.

She believed me, because like her younger trouble making daughter, she was also a retard. She asked me how she was suppose to clean up my computer keyboard, and I told her to leave my computer alone, and just clean up everything else, and wash my bed sheets.

When I came home from the hospital, my left arm was in a cast, I had a stainless steel pin in my wrist and I was in so much pain I was unable to take care of myself.

Also, I happen to be left-handed.

Well, they did clean up my room, and I had clean sheets on my bed, but I had to clean the blood splatters off the keyboard and the monitor screen.

And then, I told the mother and older sister, that I wanted them to leave, and to take that little trouble making strumpet with her, and to never come back to my apartment ever again.

I was glad to be home from the hospital, but I was in so much pain I was unable to do anything.

My therapist, and dear friend, who's Jewish, and is like an older brother to me, he suggested that because I had just went through a traumatic experience, and was severely depressed, that I should spend a few weeks at a psychiatric facility, and I also thought it was a good idea because I was in a lot of pain and unable to take care of myself.

It was a nice place in Santa Teresa New Mexico not far from El Paso. Everybody there was really nice, and they took good care of me, and the food was pretty good. I ate in their cafeteria and I could come back for extra servings, so I ate really good. Also, I met another patient there, this really tall dude, a nice guy in his 40s who was there being treated for depression.

Anyway, he was rich, owned a private airplane, and believe me, he was not bullshitting. He gave me a couple of expensive $10 dollars cigars. But, since we weren't allowed to smoke indoors, we sat out in the patio to smoke.

So, I could kick back and relax, I was eating good, and smoking $10 dollar cigars!

OK, during the first week, I was under "suicide watch", meaning that if I wanted to shave, a ward attendant had to be there watching me, and I had to give him back the razor when I was done. Also, the light bulbs and florescent lights were removed from my room so the only light I had was the over-head ceiling light in the bathroom, and by leaving the door to my room open, I could get some light in from the hallway.

Well, I assured them, that I wanted to live, because when I eventually came home, I would have my freedom to do as I please in my apartment, and I was looking forward to being free from my tyrannical ex-room-mate, and that suicide was the furthest thing from my mind, that I don't want to give anybody and feelings of satisfaction by killing myself. I also said that I'm looking forward to drinking coffee that is not decaffeinated when I get home again because we were only allowed decaffeinated coffee in the ward. I told them, the food here is excellent, but frankly, your coffee sucks!

Well, after only three days, instead of the customary week, I was off the "suicide watch" and they put the florescent lights and the light bulbs back in my room and I was allowed to keep my razor in my bathroom.

Anyway, after I was there for almost a month, it was time for me to come home. First they took me to the hospital to have the cast removed from my left arm and the stainless steel pin removed from my wrist, and the pain was gone, then they brought me back home.

The first thing I did was to call my friend, the Jewish therapist, then I went on line with my computer, then about 12:00 Midnight, I turned on the radio to listen to Art Bell, and I made myself a pot of coffeeeeeeeeeeeee! With caffeine!!! And the friend I made at the ward, he had given me a couple more $10 dollar cigars as my going home present.

So, I was in seventh heaven, being online with my computer, listening to Art Bell on the radio, smoking $10 dollars cigars, and drinking real coffeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

OK, it was back in April of 2001, when I had applied for low income housing with HUD, and then, in October of that same year, about three months after the night of the mad machete attack, I check my mail box, and I got a notice that my new apartment was ready for me to move in, and my Jewish friend hired a couple of big strong teenage boys to help me relocate to my new apartment, and I didn't have to do anything. I could just sit back and relax while they moved all of my stuff into my new apartment, and I have been living here ever since October of 2001.

Also, after moving into my new apartment, since there was a clinic here in the building, I got myself a new doctor, and had my medical records transferred to the new clinic.

My Ex-room-mate was released after nine months in the slammer, and back in February of 2005, I heard that he had his third stroke, but this time, he was in a comma and never regained consciousness and a month later, March of 2005, he passed on.

He was only 5 years older than I was. I'm now the same age, 59 years old, the same age he was when he passed on, but I'm looking forward to living much longer, because I don't have high blood pressure, and my cholesterol levels are actually lower than normal at only 140, and I take better care of myself.

I believe that when he was taking Viagra, that must have contributed to his having his second stroke, and when he was released from the slammer, he was back on the Viagra again, and back with his girlfriend, and getting laid again.

I would sometime run into them when I was down town waiting for a bus, and he would always be apologizing to me for what he had done. Legally he was to have no more contact with me but it was hard to avoid encountering one another either at a bus station or on a bus. And of course, he had his girl friend with him, that's how I know he was back on the Viagra again.

When he was released from the slammer, he looked much healthier because in jail, they have to take care of inmates with medical problems, but over the years after his release, when ever I saw him, he looked like he was going down hill again, but it was like he didn't care, as long as he could have his girl with him and get laid.

It was sometime in April of 2002 when I first ran into my ex-room-mate while waiting for a bus down town, which of course was after he was released from spending nine months in the slammer, and then, eventually he got back with his girlfriend again.

So, during the years from 2002 to early in 2005, I would sometime run into them while waiting for a bus, and then, it was in February 2005 when I heard that he had his third stroke, and he finally passed on a month later in March of 2005. I went to the hospital to see him a couple of times, but he never regained consciousness.

Despite what he had done to me, I felt sad for him.

But the story doesn't end there.

Over the following months after my ex-room-mate passed on, while riding the bus, a couple of times I saw my ex-room-mate's ex-girlfriend, the little trouble maker, walking across the street while the bus was stopped at a red light.

Then a few times while riding a bus, the mother and older sister would enter the bus, and sit in some seats across the isle from me.

I didn't want to have anything more to do with them, so I told them, to their faces what I though of them, and what I thought of their trouble making retarded little strumpet! When I go out, I have to wear a procreative wrist support band, and I held up my left arm with the black wrist strap as a reminder to them, telling them that my left wrist was fractured, and my left hand is now permanently crippled up. I cursed them, with every cuss word I could think up. I gave them a verbal tongue-lashing that they would long remember.

I was afraid that the bus driver would tell me to get off the bus, and he was about to, until some of the other passengers cheered and a couple of them said that I was RIGHT ON! So, the bus driver just said, "OK, everybody keep it down now!" So, I didn't have to get off the bus.

Well, the mother and older sister, they pulled the cord to signal the bus to stop at the next bus stop, and they both got off the bus with smoke coming out of their ears after the verbal tongue-lashing I gave them.

Yeah! I guess you could say, that I have them a verbal bullying right there on the bus in front of all the other passengers! And the bitches deserved it! I almost got killed because of their younger trouble making retarded daughter.

Morons need a good putting down, because morons are dangerous and make trouble for other people and morons should be locked up! Stupid morons deserve a good bullying!!!

I still occasionally run into them, but now, when they come on board the bus, even if there's a couple of empty seats across the isle from me, they go to the back of the bus instead, because they know that they would be treated to another one of my lectures about what kind of worthless human garbage they are.

So now, when they come on board the bus, they head immediately toward the back, I always say to them, "YEAH! ALL RETARDS TO THE BACK OF THE BUS!"

Fortunately, I don't see them very often. I have heard that the younger daughter, the trouble making little strumpet, that she's now in some kind of retardo home somewhere.

As I have said earlier, I'm not a doctor, I'm not a medical expert, so I could be wrong . . .

. . . but I really do not think that it is very smart for a doctor to prescribe Viagra to someone who has high blood pressure, and who's also had a stroke.

If my ex-room-mate had not had his second stroke, he would not have had severe memory loss, and became paranoid and delusional, and would not have attacked me with a machete.

But because of what happened to me, on the night of the mad machete attack, my left wrist was fractured, and now, my left wrist, and hand is all crippled up. I use to play the guitar, but now I can't anymore, so I'm fucked!

For the rest of my life, I'm fucked! I'll never play the guitar again, and I'll never be able to do oil paintings again. I have some unfinished oil paintings, and they will remain unfinished.

I can't even do much writing anymore, except to sign my signature on any papers, and that's it.

I'm glad that I'm able to use a keyboard so I can still express myself, but I can't do artwork, except to manipulate images on a computer, but that's it.

And I'll never play the guitar again.

So, I'm really fucked!

Yeah! My ex-room-mate was using Viagra so he could fuck his retarded little strumpet, and I also ended up getting fucked!

Anyway, I'm going to do some research, and if I learn that guys who have high blood pressure, and who have had a stroke, that they should not use Viagra, then, I wonder if it's not too late to sue that doctor for malpractice.

Also, I wish that these SPAMMERS who post links to web sites advertising Viagra, I wish that they would all just DIE! Yeah, like, go crawl into a sewer, eat shit, and DIE!!!

I hate you low-life scum-bag pig-fuckers because back in 2001 I came very close to getting killed by someone who was on Viagra!

Hey! Why can't medical science come out with a pill to make people smarter, so that guys will be able to think with the big heads instead of their little heads!

But NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Instead, we have quack doctors who really don't give a damn about their patients. All they care about is money.

I'll even bet my ex-doctor even prescribes Viagra to rapists and pedophiles!

All I know is, if I were a doctor, I would NEVER prescribe Viagra to some guy who has high blood pressure, and especially not to someone who has had a stroke.

But doctor or not, as far as I'm concerned, if you can't make it in the sack, Jack, then that's just too fucking bad for you!

Hey! There are people who are blind, and wish they could see again.

There are people who are hearing impaired and wish they could hear again.

There are people who are crippled up and getting around in wheelchairs and who wish they could walk again.

And I wish my left hand wasn't crippled up. I wish I could play the guitar again.

So, I really don't give a fuck if you can't fuck!

That's because I'm already fucked!

Yes, it is very true that there are some pretty poor doctors out there. It's also the case over in my country, despite all you may hear about our "wonderful" NHS which provides free basic health care for citizens. I recently read an article in the papers which said that 1 in 4 cancer patients were not getting a proper diagnosis from their doctors until the condition had become incurable and terminal. Shocking, really, that these so-called "medical professionals" are failing so many of their patients and ultimately bringing about the end of their lives. I believe that everyone should have the right to enjoy good health and receive a proper diagnosis and treatment if they're not in good health. Sadly, many doctors out there really don't play close enough attention to their patients and ultimately put their health even more on the line, like the doctor who prescribed Viagra to your old roommate despite his other ailments. But I'll just say this here - did your roommate not fully assess the damage he could do to himself by taking Viagra when he had high blood pressure? Yes, it was the doctors who gave him the drug, but he should have known his own state of health better and made the decision not to use it.

Best regards,
i_like_1981

i_like_1981 wrote:Sadly, many doctors out there really don't play close enough attention to their patients and ultimately put their health even more on the line, like the doctor who prescribed Viagra to your old roommate despite his other ailments. But I'll just say this here - did your roommate not fully assess the damage he could do to himself by taking Viagra when he had high blood pressure? Yes, it was the doctors who gave him the drug, but he should have known his own state of health better and made the decision not to use it.

Yes, my ex-room-mate should have known better, but his problem was that he was always thinking with his little head when he should have been thinking with his big head.

But the doctor certainly also should have known better not to prescribe the Viagra to him in the first place, so I also hold him accountable, and I should have sued his ass off!

As I had mentioned in my previous message, his retarded girlfriend who was staying with us, she was a real trouble maker.

The last three nights they both came into my room to harass me.

First, they both came into my room telling me that I should get rid of my computer, because it was causing a lot of problems. The original agreement was that I would not go on line until 10:00 PM in the evening because we needed to have the phone line free. I tried to remind him of our original agreement.

The second night, they both came into my room telling me that I should move out, and I said "OK, fine! I'll get my own apartment, but then you guys will have to pay the rent and utilities on this apartment, and I'm taking my pone with me, and you have to pay your own phone bill" and she said "No! No! No! We want you to move out but you still have to pay the bills!" and I said that there is no way I can pay the rent on this apartment AND pay for my own apartment, because I could not afford that. Then I said "So, what am I suppose to do? Live out on the streets and sleep on park benches while paying the rent on this apartment? Eh?" and she giggled and showing her idiotic little smile and said "Yeah! I guess so!" that's when I should have called the cops on them and told them to leave. But no! I'm a chump! I finally convinced them, that without me, they wouldn't have any place to live.

Then the third and final night they both came into my room and told me that I should shut down my computer and turn off my radio. When I tried to remind my room-mate about our original agreement that we made that I can go on line after 10:00 PM, they both left the room, and my room-mate came back with his machete and demanded that I shut down my computer and turn off my radio, and then he started swinging his machete, and blood was flying everywhere! MY BLOOD!!!

You see, I'm not suppose to have anything of my own!

It's like there is some kind of curse on me, first, living with and abusive step-father who would get drunk and beat up on my mother and I. Then getting beaten and bullied around, not just by the jocks in my school, but by some of my teachers was well, and not being allowed to check out Astronomy books from the school library, and getting suspended from school, just because I was lousy at sports, and not being allowed to get a decent education.

And then, having and abusive and tyrannical room-mate who came very close to almost killing me, and spattering my blood all over the walls. My bedroom looked like a butcher shop!

There must be some kind of a curse that was put on me!

No, this world is really fucked up, and there are a lot of fucking morons out there!

Yeah! My left hand is all crippled up because of my fractured wrist. I can't work on oil paintings or play the guitar anymore.

Ah! But I imagine that retarded little strumpet who stirred up trouble between my ex-room-mate and I, she's living in a retarto home somewhere and happily scribbling childish drawings with a crayon, laughing and giggling like a little moron. Oh! How sweet!

She was in her 30s but she had the mind of an 8 year old child!

But when I was only 9 years old, and in the third grade, I was already able to read books on the high school and adult level because, as I had mentions so many times before, my mother taught me how to read and write before I even started school.

OK, at the risk of sounding a little bit Fascist . . .

. . . I'm beginning to think that morons should be sterilized so that they can't produce any more little idiots who might grow up to be dangerous trouble makers.

Oh! But if we did that, then we won't have any more idiots growing up to play football to keep low-life scum-bag redneck trailer-trash and Republicans entertained! GOD FORBID!!!

Gee! Am I being too cynical again???

I remember back, probably around the late 1990's, when prescription drug-makers were first allowed to advertise on TV, many doctors were less than thrilled, because they then had patients begging them for the latest meds they'd seen advertised on TV, having "self-diagnosed" themselves with erectile dysfunction, restless-leg syndrome, or whatever the medicine was meant to treat, even though their doctor didn't agree with the diagnosis, or that particular drug as the proper form of treatment.

On the opposite end, some unscrupulous doctors saw a way to make money off this -- prescribe whatever drug the patient requests, to encourage repeat visits, and/or prescribe a drug from a company that would give them a large kickback off each prescription, regardless of the risks to the patients (and as in Fat Man's case, those around them!) Of course, this is unethical and I would think in most cases, illegal (although I'm not an expert in medical law), but doctors are human too, and money talks for them too in many cases. (Just look at Michael Jackson's personal doctor, for example.)

(Of course, none of the above should suggest there is any need for health care reform or any problems with the American health-care system -- which works wonderfully and is the envy of the rest of the world. Anyone who tells you anything to the contrary is just a liberal, socialist, or communist who is intent on ruining America --- oops, sorry, some spirit must have been sent by Rush Limbaugh to possess me. Nothing a little Oxycontin won't cure, though!)

Fat Man wrote:It is a drug, that some doctors prescribe for their male patients who have erectile dysfunction, another words, it puts more lead in your pencil, so you can get it up, and get laid!

What really disgusts me is that most insurance policies pay for that bullshit and then pass the costs on to policyholders who don't want ED coverage.

Fat Man wrote:The second night, they both came into my room telling me that I should move out, and I said "OK, fine! I'll get my own apartment, but then you guys will have to pay the rent and utilities on this apartment, and I'm taking my pone with me, and you have to pay your own phone bill" and she said "No! No! No! We want you to move out but you still have to pay the bills!" and I said that there is no way I can pay the rent on this apartment AND pay for my own apartment, because I could not afford that. Then I said "So, what am I suppose to do? Live out on the streets and sleep on park benches while paying the rent on this apartment? Eh?" and she giggled and showing her idiotic little smile and said "Yeah! I guess so!"... that's when I should have called the cops on them and told them to leave. But no! I'm a chump! I finally convinced them, that without me, they wouldn't have any place to live.

The majority of people are idiots. The majority of Americans are socially sick people who don't think things through and don't realise that humanity can get farther working together than it can when divided against itself.

. . . I'm beginning to think that morons should be sterilized so that they can't produce any more little idiots who might grow up to be dangerous trouble makers.

Let's not do that, because in all likelihood, in that scenario, you'd find the idiots that you hate the most would be the ones holding the green needles.

Here's what the smart, honest people of the world should do instead. We should reward other smart, decent, giving people for their giving natures, and we should not show any sympathy to, or have any pity for, people who we perceive are dishonest, cruel, useless or socially divisive.

The main problem with nice, cooperative people is that they suffer fools too gladly. I give fools short shrift.

--RF

recovering_fan wrote:
The majority of people are idiots. The majority of Americans are socially sick people who don't think things through and don't realise that humanity can get farther working together than it can when divided against itself.

Reminds me of a quote I just read by George Carlin: "Think about how stupid the average person is, then consider half the people are even stupider than that."

Funny and sad at the same time....

Ah, maybe, Chris...

...but I don't think it's as simple as who has the higher IQ. There's tons of people with IQ's in the Mensa range who haven't figured out that one can get further working as a team towards a common goal than one can by getting ones jollies trying to dominate and control others (when not outright STEALING from others).

As a smart person you* should be able to figure out that if you want people to do stuff for you, you should take the first step and do nice things for them. And if the people you're doing free stuff for had any brains, they might recognise that if you're the kind of person who would do great stuff for them--for free--then you just might be worth keeping around as a full-time hire if they happen to have a business. Because if they hired you, and paid you $30,000 a year, say, then it is quite likely you would be the type to work hard enough to make them $50,000.

But NO! The people who run the businesses in our country take the free stuff and give nothing back in return; they treat their employees like used candy wrappers. And outside work, when someone receives a favour from another person, it simply does not occur to the taker that if he just gives the generous guy SOMETHING in return--not necessarily something equal in value to what he has received, but just SOMETHING for crying out loud--then the there is no limit to the gold-out-of-straw that the generous guy will spin for him in the future.

Here's a question for the blessed United States of America. Here's a question for all the effing morons in our country who say "greed is good" when they go to sleep every night:

You meet a smart, gifted person who for some stupid reason lacks the skill to exploit and manipulate others that you are so proud to possess. You have two options. First, could you take a $2000 favour from him, and give nothing in return, and then wait around in vain for the next "sucker" to come along. This strategy probably pays $2000 a year, because you don't meet generous geniuses very often. Second, you could give that guy a job that adds $150,000 of value to your company over the course of the year, and which only costs your company $75,000 (half as much) in salary and benefits.

I bet you dollars to doughnuts that an American businessman will take the easy $2000 option 90% of the time.

I bet you, at the same odds, that a Chinese or Japanese businessmen will take the $75,000-net option 90% of the time.

That is why CHINA is going to WIN.

That is why AMERICA is going to LOSE.

It is has nothing at all to do with whose economic system or whose system of government is better. (I threw Japan into my argument in order to clarify that.) It has more to do with who has the better attitude towards teamwork at the level of the individual.

--RF

*--Not you specifically. I'm using the pronoun in the generic sense.

This evening, another low-life SPAMMER posted a topic advertising Viagra.

My thanks to Earl for deleting said topic.

Thank you Earl!

I think Viagra should be banned!

I came across this article at CRIME Times
http://www.crimetimes.org/03a/w03ap12.htm

Can Viagra cause violence?

In a controversial research review, toxicologist Harold Milman and S. B. Arnold recently raised the possibility that the drug Viagra, used to treat erectile dysfunction, may contribute to violent behavior.

Milman and Arnold uncovered 274 reports of mental side effects linked to Viagra (sildenafil), including amnesia, aggression, and disorientation. In addition, they note that the drug has been suggested as a contributing factor in 22 cases involving aggression, 13 involving rape, and 6 involving murder.

Milman notes, "Published studies [report] that sildenafil crosses the blood-brain barrier, that it exerts various biochemical and physiologic effects in the brain, and that it affects information processing." He acknowledges that his data on behavioral side effects is anecdotal, but says, "It's clear that these men are behaving abnormally."

He concludes, "It is recommended that before prescribing sildenafil for erectile dysfunction, clinicians should caution their patients and their partners on the possibility of neurologic, emotional, or psychological disturbances; amnesia or loss of consciousness; or aggressive behavior."

The study's conclusions are challenged by several scientists, including Kevin McKenna who says studies of rodents suggest that Viagra would be likely to reduce aggression rather than increasing it.

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"Neurologic, psychological, and aggressive disturbances with sildenafil," H. A. Milman and S. B. Arnold, Annals of Pharmacotherapy, Vol. 36, No. 7-8, July-August 2002, 1129-34. Address: Harold Milman, ToxNetwork.com, Rockville, MD 20853-2345.

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"Scientists debate possible Viagra-aggression link," Todd Zwillich, Reuters, December 6, 2002.

The study is still not conclusive, at least according to this article.

Yeah! How many of us are going to be used as human guinea pigs before enough data is collected?

I feel like I was just another fat lab rat in some experiment, since I was a target of violence from my ex-room-mate while he was on Viagra.

Here's another article:
http://www.mult-sclerosis.org/news/Dec2 ... iagra.html

Possible Link Between Viagra and Aggression Debated

Dec 6, 2002
By Todd Zwillich
Reuters Health
Washington

A debate has begun among researchers about whether Pfizer's impotence drug Viagra (sildenafil) might be associated with instances of aggressive behavior and sexual violence.

One researcher has concluded that doctors should begin warning Viagra users about the possibility of psychological and emotional side effects. But other scientists, as well as officials at Pfizer, reject the claim as unsound.

In July of this year, Dr. Harold A. Milman, a toxicologist based in Rockville, Md., published a report in the Annals of Pharmacotherapy examining more than 12,000 reports of adverse events in men who took Viagra.

More than 270 of the reports, collected and archived by the US Food and Drug Administration (FDA), detailed psychological side effects, including dizziness, disorientation and amnesia. The drug was also listed as a suspect in 22 reports involving aggression, 13 involving rape, and six involving murder, according to Dr. Milman's article.

FDA officials said that they have no plans to change Viagra's labeling in light of Dr. Milman's report. But one top agency official said that the study was important to scientific debate about the drug.

"[The report] had a lot of information that hadn't been pulled together in one place before," Dr. Bernard Schwetz, FDA's senior advisor for science, said in an interview.

Dr. Milman acknowledged that the adverse-event reports are anecdotal evidence. "But it's clear that these men are behaving abnormally," he told Reuters Health.

The theory that the drug may cause aggression has formed the basis of the so-called "Viagra defense," a claim made by half a dozen defendants since 1998 that the drug caused them to commit violent crimes. Dr. Milman was hired as an expert witness in one such case.

The Viagra defense has not been successful so far, but an Israeli court did mention in a 1999 ruling against a rapist that the drug had played a role in the attack.

Viagra causes erections by working directly on the blood vessels of the penis, not through actions in the brain. Clinical studies in more than 8,000 men showed that the drug caused central nervous system effects in less than 2% of users, none of whom became violent or disoriented, according to Pfizer.

"I'm not saying Viagra causes anything, but there is evidence to suggest an association," said Dr. Milman, who noted that he is not an expert in Viagra's biological mechanisms. He spent 18 years as a senior advisor at the US Environmental Protection Agency and 10 as a cancer-drug expert at the National Institutes of Health.

Scientists don't consider adverse-event reports to be hard evidence of a causal link between a drug and an event. The reports don't always show which other drugs patients were taking or note the state of health they were in when taking the medication.

"You could take any product and connect individuals who use it with certain behaviors. I think it's a coincidence," said Geoff Cook, a Pfizer spokesman. "We don't think there is any credible medical evidence linking Viagra with violent or aggressive behavior."

Still, adverse-event reports are often used as a way to flag side effects in the general population that may have been missed during clinical studies. Effects that fail to show up in several thousand test subjects have a better chance of being noticed when millions of people have taken a drug.

Dr. Milman cited research in his report showing that sildenafil can enter the brain and that the drug could affect biological pathways in parts of the brain controlling sexual responses and aggression.

In interviews, other scientists rejected a link to aggressive behavior. "To me, it is an extremely remote hypothesis," said Dr. Raymond C. Rosen, a professor of psychiatry and medicine at the University of Medicine and Dentistry of New Jersey.

Dr. Rosen and Northwestern University toxicologist Dr. Kevin E. McKenna wrote to the Annals of Pharmacotherapy this month challenging Dr. Milman's article.

Dr. Rosen told Reuters Health that there is no clinical evidence in humans that the biological pathways affected by Viagra can cause aggression or violence. He said that no patient he has ever evaluated has shown such symptoms.

"Changing anything clinically or legally because of this is stretching the point totally beyond credibility," said Dr. Rosen, who is recognized as a leading expert in sexual dysfunction. He noted that he has served in the past as a paid consultant for Pfizer.

Dr. McKenna acknowledged that sildenafil could affect parts of the brain that control sexual behavior, including the hypothalamus and parts of the medulla. But studies in mice show that the drug would probably make aggression less likely, not more likely, he said.

Dr. Milman said his paper was intended to encourage more scientists to look directly at whether Viagra can cause problems. "There are a lot of question marks," he said.

On that point, Dr. McKenna agreed. "I still believe behavioral effects of sildenafil should be studied more closely," he said.


© 2002 Reuters Ltd

The problem is, pharmaceuticals is a big money making industry, especially here in the USA.

Many drugs which have been proven to be unsafe have been taken off the market in some countries overseas, but here in the USA, drugs that have been proven to be dangerous are still being sold.

WHY?

Because there's money to be made. BIG BUCKS!

And a lot of citizens here in the USA are idiots who still want to use these drugs despite the dangers, because it helps them to fuck!

They don't care if the drug might eventually kill them! As long as they can fuck, and die happy!

Fine! Die happy! You morons!

Just don't kill anybody else in the process!

OK???

Speak of the devil... look what topic got started by a spammer this evening as well. I could pretty much visualise your response to him before I even clicked on the thread. Well, you'll be glad to hear that the spam topics never last. Now when are these thick spammers going to get that basic fact of internet forum policy into their heads as well?

Best regards,
i_like_1981