The Commercial--is there anything more Heinous?
The commercial used to be fun or, at least, it did a good job of alerting you to that which was novel and happily "consumable." Now, the only novelty is a treatment for a disease that someone else has, making the product unwanted except in one's nightmares.
Back in the day, cereals were desired by all. Cars were every man's desire but I would like to point out the idiocy of the Range Rover commercial where the driver becomes overjoyed at having reached the top of the course clearly telling us that there was some doubt that the Range Rover would make it.
I've been listening to Dr. Lederman's commercials for years (my apologies if I spell his name wrong but I don't think he merits the Googling effort). You see, Dr. Lederman has this fat-ass coffer that allows him to buy days worth of advertising on WOR radio. He's triple board certified and can "hit the cancer" with his non-invasive radio surgery. What a douchbag! He's not a total douche being as President Carter (my Jimmy) availed himself of Lederman's services and is still "kicking," but when you spend tons of dough on ads, you have to ask, "why?" Why should a succesful anti-cancer treatment need to be promoted--year after year. Is Dr. Lederman greedy or do other oncologists not have access to radio surgery? If the good doctor wants me to "go away," he should tell us what his success rate is with the various cancers that he has treated. Dr L. may turn around and say, "Oh, cancer is such a complicated disease that success numbers don't really mean much." OK, then other than your success with Presiden Carter, why should I mortgage my house to pay for your ongoing ads? End of story.
Moving on to TV, the onus for proper medical treatment has been squarely placed on the shoulders of ...wait for it. . .the patient. You are now advised not to take such and such if you have such and such. Also, be sure to tell your doctor if you have such and such. Where is the responsibility of the doctor to ask you if you have such and such? Where is the FDA on all this? Forget it, Trump appointee. Looked at from a different perspective, do we not see that all we need is a diagnosis and the right to prescribe our own medication? THEN, the pharmaceutical ads make sense!
I ask you, madmen, if the woman that received laser spine surgery is so relieved of her pain, why the fuck does she sound like she's crying when she promotes the snake oil?
Some many recall my recent diatribe/blog against the heinous Dr. Brandt of North Bergen.Well, my GP probably got a call from him because Dr. Goldstein--also of North Bergen--suddenly took to having me sign an agreement that "medical records would be turned over only after a 30-day notice." I walked out but that may have been his plan all along. I am now totally convinced that doctos have a black list going--the only client (yea, fuck 'patient,' all we are are clients to them) they want is the fearful, doctor-save-me, ass wipes who place their faith on their skills.
What is your average doctor, you ask? It is a person with consummate memorization skills who made it through medical school. To think that they are all also empathic beings is making a grave mistake; if only because we are such complex persons that no amount of education can properly address our physiology.The ones who are worth their salt are the surgeons and I suspect that their skills are mostly innate.
I hate doctors. Doctors bury their mistakes and that is the reason that so many balk at giving you copies of your test results--upon your demise, will your relatives notice anything "improper" in the test results and the doctor's followup? It should be legislated that all test results must be given to the patient. If you are a patient, ask for them. See how amenable they are to your request. You owe it to yourself; if nothing more, it will keep them on their toes.
One last dig on TV ads in general. If a company runs an ad that people pay attention to--for example, one with percussion--do you not fucking realize that, sure, you've gotten our attention the first time we see your ad but that, for sure, you'll only end up with our ire with iteration after fucking iteration? The madmen have sold you, corporate America, a basket of wax apples, and we'll bite--but only once.
Back in the day, cereals were desired by all. Cars were every man's desire but I would like to point out the idiocy of the Range Rover commercial where the driver becomes overjoyed at having reached the top of the course clearly telling us that there was some doubt that the Range Rover would make it.
I've been listening to Dr. Lederman's commercials for years (my apologies if I spell his name wrong but I don't think he merits the Googling effort). You see, Dr. Lederman has this fat-ass coffer that allows him to buy days worth of advertising on WOR radio. He's triple board certified and can "hit the cancer" with his non-invasive radio surgery. What a douchbag! He's not a total douche being as President Carter (my Jimmy) availed himself of Lederman's services and is still "kicking," but when you spend tons of dough on ads, you have to ask, "why?" Why should a succesful anti-cancer treatment need to be promoted--year after year. Is Dr. Lederman greedy or do other oncologists not have access to radio surgery? If the good doctor wants me to "go away," he should tell us what his success rate is with the various cancers that he has treated. Dr L. may turn around and say, "Oh, cancer is such a complicated disease that success numbers don't really mean much." OK, then other than your success with Presiden Carter, why should I mortgage my house to pay for your ongoing ads? End of story.
Moving on to TV, the onus for proper medical treatment has been squarely placed on the shoulders of ...wait for it. . .the patient. You are now advised not to take such and such if you have such and such. Also, be sure to tell your doctor if you have such and such. Where is the responsibility of the doctor to ask you if you have such and such? Where is the FDA on all this? Forget it, Trump appointee. Looked at from a different perspective, do we not see that all we need is a diagnosis and the right to prescribe our own medication? THEN, the pharmaceutical ads make sense!
I ask you, madmen, if the woman that received laser spine surgery is so relieved of her pain, why the fuck does she sound like she's crying when she promotes the snake oil?
Some many recall my recent diatribe/blog against the heinous Dr. Brandt of North Bergen.Well, my GP probably got a call from him because Dr. Goldstein--also of North Bergen--suddenly took to having me sign an agreement that "medical records would be turned over only after a 30-day notice." I walked out but that may have been his plan all along. I am now totally convinced that doctos have a black list going--the only client (yea, fuck 'patient,' all we are are clients to them) they want is the fearful, doctor-save-me, ass wipes who place their faith on their skills.
What is your average doctor, you ask? It is a person with consummate memorization skills who made it through medical school. To think that they are all also empathic beings is making a grave mistake; if only because we are such complex persons that no amount of education can properly address our physiology.The ones who are worth their salt are the surgeons and I suspect that their skills are mostly innate.
I hate doctors. Doctors bury their mistakes and that is the reason that so many balk at giving you copies of your test results--upon your demise, will your relatives notice anything "improper" in the test results and the doctor's followup? It should be legislated that all test results must be given to the patient. If you are a patient, ask for them. See how amenable they are to your request. You owe it to yourself; if nothing more, it will keep them on their toes.
One last dig on TV ads in general. If a company runs an ad that people pay attention to--for example, one with percussion--do you not fucking realize that, sure, you've gotten our attention the first time we see your ad but that, for sure, you'll only end up with our ire with iteration after fucking iteration? The madmen have sold you, corporate America, a basket of wax apples, and we'll bite--but only once.
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