I started this post once already. I wound up writing a whole journal entry about my college life. Then I realized that had nothing to do with the topic and had to start over. Maybe it’ll be right this time .
I graduated from college with a 3.56 in cursu honorum in biochemistry. I applied to Vanderbilt for a doctorate. I was turned down. This really surprised me as I was told, “You’re all pretty much in at this point. This is just to make sure that none of you are horrible monsters or something.” Yet another extraction of my self-confidence and willingness to interact with the world.
I moved to Nashville and found a job at Vanderbilt as a research assistant. I spent a year on that job. I quickly learned the truth about the scientific community and why I would never be a part of it again.
For one, my post was completely pointless, for scientific research, anyway. I grew a protein called microsomal epoxide hydrolase. My job was to crystallize it in order to learn its structure. By doing this, one can determine more of its function and how to interact with it. It was extremely boring.
I went all out anyway, attending seminars, making friends, trying my best-which completely sucked, as usual of course. I learned several things in the first three months. During my interview to determine that I was an evil monster, I spoke with several scientists there. I told them of my ideas. This is normal procedure. I was laughed out of the building, literally. Funny that. During those first three months, two of those ideas were taken up and researched by scientists there. Apparently I am a horrible, yet funny monster that has ridiculous ideas about science unless utilized by others.
I was given no direction during college or afterwards as to how to actually perform my job and what would be expected of me. I went to conventions and functions and was thrown into a whirlwind of the unknown. But I buckled down, working many hours into the night, trying to learn, trying to be the best scientist I could be.
I met a French woman from down the hall that did horrible experiments on mice where they were born completely without skin. My facial expressions alone showed my feelings. I was told, “They only live three days.” I never said a word, they could just tell from my wide eyes filled with horror. I never said a word about it after that either, for fear of my job. What was this life saving medicine being studied that required the endless torture of living creatures? Cosmetics.
I began to search out other researchers. I studied the work of those working in the pharmaceutical industry, scanned the pamphlets offering money for being a test subject, and spoke with those working on a “cure for cancer”. I remember in college one professor. I really liked him, even more now than then. He taught us how to fudge our numbers in lab to get the results we were supposed to. I had no idea how accurate his teaching was to the actual scientific community.
In my papers, I was instructed what to write, no matter the truth. I learned the truth of how scientists get paid. Let’s say I want to study a protein. I take that protein and exaggerate its effects on a particular part of the body. For example, let’s say a protein is produced in the liver. I tell investors that this protein could be the cure for any or all liver diseases, and they give me money and a time limit to prove it. Guess who these investors are. So then, in order to prove my good reputation and get more money, I fudge the figures. Now, this is not enough to cause the alarm the recent HIV false research did. That went too far, even for scientists’ standards. But it is enough to leave out important info such as side effects and actual effectiveness of the medicine.
But that’s not enough.
Now the investors have to make their money. They have to make it all worthwhile. So during phase two of the testing, they ignore the facts that the medicine doesn’t work well and has too many side effects. It only killed 1% (far more than the disease itself), so it’s marketed as a treatment for a disease that kills thousands each year. The population is too moldable to look up the fact that millions get this disease every year, thereby making the death rate less than half a percent.
See here for the phasing of medical trials. Allow me to inform you that phase 3 is when your doctor has been given a sample or lobbied into prescribing the new medication. Congratulations! You are now a guinea pig, only you don’t get paid. In fact, you have to pay for it yourself. Notice “long term effects” is factored in, but only in phase four.
By the end of this year I had learned several things. 1-I would never make the amount of money I was promised by my college advisor ($65k) unless I did some pretty horrible things. 2-The pharmaceutical industry is a scam; the medical industry will soon follow. 3-People live in denial. The truth is too painful to know, let alone believe. 4-I will always refuse new medication. 5-Scientists hate creationists. 6-The scientific community is flooded with plagiarism.
So now you all know why I have an opinion on scientific articles. I read few of them; I know they’re mostly garbage. I understand most of them, but not all. Science is not limited to meds, but it is dominated by them. They do “research” after their results are decided. And they will never allow any information, no matter how true, to prove anything against their religion.
I was offered a stipend to attend Vandy’s post graduate program. My initial thoughts were to become a college professor, but by then I had found the truth of Messianic Judaism and had to follow God’s path for me, not mine. I walked away and never regretted it.