Don't be buffaloed by experts and elites. Experts often possess more data than judgment. Elites can become so inbred that they produce hemophiliacs who bleed to death as soon as they are nicked by the real world.
Questions have also arisen about AIDS being transmitted to hemophiliacs via blood transfusions.
In the 1980s, when people were just beginning to talk about AIDS, there were just a few categories of those who were at high risk: homosexuals, hemophiliacs, heroin addicts, and Haitians. We were the only ones identified by nationality.
We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want it.
From inability to let well alone; from too much zeal for the new and contempt for what is old; from putting knowledge before wisdom, science before art and cleverness before common sense; from treating patients as cases; and from making the cure of the disease more grievous than the endurance of the same, Good Lord, deliver us.
Science offers the chance to cure debilitating and once-intractable disorders like hemophilia and sickle cell disease. But we need to make sure the ability to access these therapies, or the risk that someone can be locked out of them, doesn't widen gaps between the rich and poor.
Some guy once told me that skydiving is like cutting your throat and seeing if you can get to the doctor before you bleed to death.
More people worry themselves to death than bleed to death.
Palestinian Arabs [are] people who breed and bleed and advertise their misery.
The only cure for a real hangover is death.
A real hangover is nothing to try out family remedies on. The only cure for a real hangover is death.
We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.
We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.
There is no cure for emphysema, but you can start treating it and have a better quality of life.
We cut the throat of a calf and hang it up by the heels to bleed to death so that our veal cutlet may be white; we nail geese to a board and cram them with food because we like the taste of liver disease; we tear birds to pieces to decorate our women's hats; we mutilate domestic animals for no reason at all except to follow an instinctively cruel fashion; and we connive at the most abominable tortures in the hope of discovering some magical cure for our own diseases by them.
Old breed? New breed? There's not a damn bit of difference so long as it's the Marine breed.