HEALTH RANGER: Did you know modern medicine might be stealing your child’s future? From forced C-sections to aggressive vaccine schedules, the system erodes parental trust—and longevity.

So you're going into this cesspool of, you know, in the office and then you're going to be bullied and berated by the power mongers, the nurses and physician's assistants, etc., who want to hold your baby down while they put multiple jabs in each one of its legs while it screams its head off.  --Suzanne Humphries

Dr. Humphries and I were talking about Tylenol almost six months ago, but we also know it's the vaccine itself that's the far bigger issue: https://t.co/8tOlRrQFPF

— HealthRanger (@HealthRanger) September 23, 2025

Yes well think back to when your grandparents were born Maybe and since then there has been I believe a progressive conspiracy to undermine the confidence of women for sure pregnant women for certain and their husbands and the family unit so you know it just starts even at conception when women they're told that they have to keep coming in and having exam after exam and that the baby has to be ultrasounded and the mother has to take vaccines and then . . . 

During pregnancy?

Yeah and you won't be capable of doing you know a normal spontaneous vaginal delivery you know we're going to strip your membranes and give you Pitocin, and then if that doesn't work and you don't do it you know you don't deliver fast enough you're going to have a C-section. And C-sections really undermine women psychologically.  Sometimes they're necessary if you have placenta previa or something like that.  Okay, so I'm not throwing the baby out with the bathwater.  But women are undermined.

And so with that background, then you're told that you can't possibly raise a healthy child without the medical system.  Because they're all these potential deadly things out in the world that they're going to protect you from.  And so you go for your first visit and they weigh the baby just to make sure you're feeding them properly and that the baby's grow.  Meanwhile, I think that those charts almost always don't mean anything because when the child's not thriving the mother knows when the child's not thriving.  I don't really think you need to show them a chart for that.  So, yes, as you say, so when you go into a pediatrician's office, not only are you about to be abused undermined and treated like you have no capacity to raise your own family, but you're going to be exposed to a whole bunch of pathogens just sitting in the waiting room and in fact if you want to catch measles that's one of the best places to go to catch measles we know for certain like the data is there in terms of influenza, that a doctor's office is the best place to catch influenza.  So you're going into this cesspool of, you know, in the office and then you're going to be bullied and berated by the power mongers, the nurses and physician's assistants, etc., who want to hold your baby down while they put multiple jabs in each one of its legs while it screams its head off.  And then if anything happens and you call back later they'll tell you to take a Tylenol, which is basically going to A) make the vaccine not work; B) set your child up . . . , even that data is there as well.  There is an article I think Schultz wrote an article that I use all the time that, you know, combining Tylenol with vaccines increases . . . or there is a higher association I should say of developing autism if that happens.  So everything they do it just seems like is maybe unintentionally perhaps setting that child back.  Now am I saying never ever ever take your child to a pediatrician?  No.  In fact, when I help people with whooping cough, I say, "Look, you're the one that has to decide when it's too much for you to handle at home.  But you know what, 100% of people that I have said, 'Look, you probably need to take your child into a hospital,' 100% of the time nothing is done for that child.  Except for laying them on their back, which is what you don't need to do, giving them a little bit of oxygen at times, which isn't required, monitoring the baby and maybe giving an antibiotic, but usually that's already been done in serious cases.  So the hospital contributes nothing, but it's people have the sense of "oh, at least I'm in a safe place," but for the most part that's really not true.  But it's a hard thing to unwind in people that have been so indoctrinated for now, how many decades?

3:35.  Well, I'm glad you used the word indoctrination.  I think you're exactly right in my view in these are my words not yours but what happens in the office is a pediatricians is ritualistic child abuse.  And there's a whole discussion about why that might be the case. That's just my view from seeing what they do because I don't see them protecting the health of the child.  I don't see them protecting the mother or the relationship between the mother and child.  And the one thing that's really scary when people realize it is that when you take your child to a doctor or a pediatrician you are actually giving up custody temporarily to "an authority," who if they disagree with your the way that you are addressing the health of your child they can call the police and they often do or child protective services and they often do, and they can have that child taken away from you even though you've done nothing wrong as a parent and we see I mean we cover cases of that all the time on Natural News.  So you're actually surrendering your child to an untrustworthy officer of the state.  

Okay, so the interview at the top can be found at the 23:21 segment in this video directly above.  

HOSPITALS "ADMIT" YOU SO THEY CAN GET YOU EVEN MORE SICK

". . . this is the way people entering the hospital begin to go downhill and face complications."

It starts like this.

h/t Lew Rockwell

These are my prefacing remarks.  Hospitals get you in, no, maybe I should use their elite professional term of "admit."  Right, hospitals admit you.  You've earned it.  How do they do that?  They have to come up with a diagnosis first.  My mother's ER doctor claimed she had pneumonia.  She didn't. Something else was causing her bleeding. Pneumonia doesn't cause bleeding.  But do you think that anyone in the family knew the difference between pneumonia and the causes of her bleeding?  Do you think that her doctor or anyone of the attending physicians would tell her or the family the truth about pneumonia symptoms?  What, are you crazy?  And is bleeding so bad?  Her ER doctor diagnosed her with pneumonia to give the family a bone to chew on while he admitted her so that the slew of hospital-contracted technicians could roll their holy hardware in and out of her room and get paid.  And why not?  Her health insurance was a veritable ATM machine, like the ones you drive up to, put your card in, press a few keys, and hundred dollar bills come shooting out.  Once inside the hospital, the family expected her to get well and be out in a day or two.  She was in for ten days.  Her conditioned worsened, of course. She was on the anti-biotic, Zosyn, for each of the ten days, a standard anti-biotic.  Insomnia is one of its side effects.  So the doctors ran their tests, one even proving that she had no pneumonia. They just kept pumping her with Zosyn.  But the doctor hemmed and hawed and hedged his bets by keeping her.  The family didn't know their rights.  They accepted the doctor prescription of death.  She was after all 89 years old. You have to love it how doctors, well anybody for that matter, use people's age against them.  Her one immunity resource, her gut flora, was destroyed by the Zosyn.  Se la vie. Remember that hospitals have bills to pay.  Hospitals have things to sell you.  But they don't really give you a choice, since the product is often forced or coerced upon you by a doctor, who operate more like money managers making sure you take and buy their dope.  Don't do it.

Here is Bill Sardi . . . .

I had made it to age 70 without any chronic diseases and no need to take any prescription drugs.  Last Tuesday afternoon that ended.  The mild chest pressure and shortness of breath began Tuesday afternoon while I was driving to my son’s counseling session in Chino, CA.  I began popping vitamin C tablets every few minutes, which is all that I had available in the car. 

I drove to Pomona Valley Hospital emergency room within an hour where I was quickly ushered into a hallway to undergo an immediate electrocardiogram.  It appeared normal on the print out but the technician said he saw an abnormal beat on his screen (a premature ventricular contraction).  I took my pulse.  My heart was skipping a beat every six beats.   I was having real heart trouble.

It took another 40 minutes for emergency room personnel to take me into a treatment room and give me a nitroglycerin tablet to dilate my blood vessels, a blood thinner and an aspirin tablet to halt any clots.  Within 20 minutes my condition was stable; no shortness of breath.

My cardiac enzyme level (troponin level) was 0.6 upon admission (0.3 is normal), 1.5 later in the emergency room and eventually rose to 50.0 the next day.  High troponin levels indicate a heart attack (blockage of circulation in a coronary artery).

I was admitted to the hospital late that afternoon and began dealing with the challenges of hospitalization. 

First, the nurse offered me vaccines for the flu and pneumonia.  I declined, saying I didn’t come to the hospital with a health crisis intending to get injected with two pathological germs, a mycobacterium and a virus.  I said this is the way people entering the hospital begin to go downhill and face complications.

The male nurse acquired personal information for the hospital chart.  He didn’t believe I was 70 years old and had me take my driver’s license out of my wallet to confirm my birthdate. 

The ordeal of staying overnight in a hospital was challenging. Uninterrupted sleep is almost impossible.  Light pollution (I had to cover up 9 lights in my room) and noise pollution (the incessant “beep” of the
heart monitoring 

machine directly outside my room) were agonizing.  I got 4 hours of sleep that first night.  (How does anybody get well in an environment like that?)

At 5AM the nurses and technicians began working me up with blood tests and prepping me for an angiogram (dye test of my coronary arteries).  At 7 AM I was being wheeled in my bed to the cardiac cath room on the ground floor.  A humorous moment came when my hospital bed wouldn’t fit into the elevator.   Made you feel like they really planned things well (??).

In the cath lab a team of 5 nurses and technicians were busy moving x-ray machines and monitors into place and setting up instruments.  I informed them I didn’t want to hear the word “oops” during my procedure.

I was offered a pain reliever and a sedative that I once again declined, saying these drugs would induce shallow breathing that could result in pneumonia.  The nurse couldn’t believe I was refusing the medication.

About 40 minutes later the cardiologist had found a single coronary artery that was blocked (blood clots, not cholesterol) and placed a stent (a wire prop).  He kept asking if I felt any pain.  I said no.  The stent was introduced through an artery in my wrist instead of more customary route through the groin. 

I didn’t feel any better after the procedure because my heart circulation had already been re-established with medications.  I had told the cardiologist I didn’t want a stent unless it was absolutely necessary.  I got a stent anyway whether I liked it or not.  Now I have a time bomb in my chest, as stents tend to attract blood platelets that result in clots.  So the very health threat I walked in with is still a present danger that only 8 or 9 months taking blood thinners will avert.  After a few months the tissue covers the stent and then there is nil risk of a clot. 

I would spend another night in the hospital just for monitoring.  My first meal in the hospital was described as a special cardiac lunch.  It was comprised of zero-fat/high sugar carbohydrate foods like soda pop (can you believe?), sugary custard, a sugary jello cup and some sliced beef with noodles. 

I had to call my culinary friends, Tom and Valerie Aruffo, who cater events for me, and they brought me real food to eat (salad greens, meat for protein, etc.) 

By then I had others bring me other dietary supplements: potassium/magnesium capsules; zinc; fish oil; vitamin D; vitamin C, resveratrol.  The nurse allowed me to keep them as long as I hid them from the charge nurse. 

The cardiologist and hospital staff had great difficulty assessing my case.  I had normally low blood pressure (129/69 upon hospital admission), low cholesterol, normal blood sugar (5.5 hemoglobin A1c), and was normal weight (12 pounds over my high school weight) with no history of tobacco use or over-use of alcohol.  Furthermore, to confound everything, I had full heart pumping pressure (ejection fraction) after the event, which means no tissue damage to the heart muscle.   I didn’t fit the mold. 

This latter phenomenon is explained by my daily intake of resveratrol (Longevinex®), that activates internal antioxidants in the heart tissue prior to a blockage of circulation, which in turn prevents or limits damage to heart muscle.  I explained my case on the telephone to Nate Lebowitz MD, a Ft. Lee, NJ preventive cardiologist, and he believes resveratrol spared me from heart damage. 

What goes unexplained is that the cardiologist who implanted the stents in my coronary artery was not the least bit curious as to why I had no loss of pumping pressure or why I had reached age 70 without any chronic disease.  When I explained I have been taking a resveratrol pill he said he didn’t know what that was.   In fact, the doctor ordered that I cease taking all dietary supplements and continue with the problematic drugs he prescribed.

He had me take an ACE inhibitor (lisinopril), which drove my blood pressure down to 90/40 and I felt mentally fatigued.  I’m holding that drug aside for now.  When blood pressure is that low tissues above the heart (brain, eyes, ears) don’t receive adequate blood circulation.  I also refused to take a statin cholesterol-lowering drug, which the doctor didn’t put up much of a fight over.  Maybe in the back of his mind he knows statins are useless and problematic.

I’m embarking on an accelerated 90-day artery-cleansing regimen of arginine (5000 mg0, chondroitin (5000 mg), vitamin C/lysine-proline, resveratrol.  I’m relying on molecular medicine, not synthetic drugs, to see me through.

For all of my friends who called to offer get-well messages, made me chicken and lentil soup, and provided me support while in the hospital, I am ever grateful.  I’m back home spending time with my 11-year old son Matthew, who helped pa-pa wash the car.  Updates will be provided in due time.