In a damning investigation it has been revealed that the NHS have been in fact moonlighting for the dark prince.
Yet again the British press have hopped into their exaggeration mobile and driven at top speed to completeovereactionsville. There were accusations, metaphor and hyperbole being bandied about with the tact of a maternally outraged gorilla. Many articles stated that the healthcare received in Stafford was as bad as in some third world countries. Now, while i’ll admit that having to resort to drinking water from a flower pot to stay alive may not be ideal, but you can hardly compare that to sitting in the baking sun for 2 days swatting flies just to be told there aren’t enough drugs to go around.
Shame on you British press.
At any rate the Staffordshire situation is indeed pretty grim, 400 dead in a year is an impressive figure by any standards. You thought Shipman was bad, these GPs are like shipman on crack.
“Been there, done that and got the sentence.” says a jealous Harold
The culprit was funding apparently, so eager were the admin to cut down on overheads that they opted out of the healing part of their contract. And they would have gotten away with it too if it hadn’t been for those meddling independent review boards. The particularly cunning part of their dastardly plan was that there was no one to complain, those being ‘treated’ would either be dead or too weak before they could so much as raise a disdain laden eyebrow.
My favourite part of this story is how there is how the faculty didn’t punish this behaviour, but instead had a champagne orgy to celebrate. It seems the Hippocratic oath isn’t worth as much as it once was, instead to cut costs doctors are swearing on Albert the crack fiend’s guide to patient care.
The moral of this story? If you don’t want to die stay the fuck out of Stafford.
