DMUK: No drugs? We’ll try BLACK MAGIC: Desperate Venezuelans turn to ritual slaughter to save sick relatives as failing economy leaves hospitals with empty shelves and no medicine
- Venezuelans are turning to black magic in an attempt to treat sick relatives
- Comes as growing shortages intensify in the failing Left-wing country
- Hospitals have run out of drugs to treat patients as well as other supplies
- Rituals include sacrificing birds and making desperate offerings to Gods
- Shamans, herbalist, witches and priests cash in on people’s fears
- WARNING GRAPHIC CONTENT
I’d be tempted to try black magic to get rid of the politicians. Is it possible to be pecked to death by chickens?
This country has tried half black magic for the last 7 1/2 years and look what it’s made America into=a crap hole 3rd world banana republic!
Uncle AL
Being pecked to death by ducks would be much funnier.
How stupid do you have to be to ritually slaughter chickens to save the country from starving?
That’s like electing a racist to improve race relations. Wait a minute…
I don’t have any empathy what so ever for the a-holes who voted for communism, as for those opposed to it I have all the sympathy in the world.
I was going to make a pithy comment, but the story focused on a family with a daughter suffering from leukemia and the lack of drugs to treat this cancer. Pediatric leukemia is very treatable, although the process is not easy. As a result of Venezuela’s disastrous (and predictable) socialist policies, a young daughter may likely die of curable disease.
I would suggest sacrificing Maduro instead of birds – birds are cute and have redeeming values whereas Maduro has none of these qualities. Then I would dig up Chavez, grind up his bones and eliminate any vestige of his time on earth. It may not work for this young lady, but it may prevent other needless tragedies.
Someone needs to tell them that the best ingredient for black magic cures is the liver of a communist.
My adorable sister Margaret was a nurse in Africa years ago. Around the time of TuTu and those guys. She was a trained British RN who worked in a British Hospital somewhere over there. They were talking about REVELOUTION big time. When the revolution come, said a nurses aid to my sister, I will be the nurse and you will empty the bed pans. But, my wonderful and naïve sister tried to explain the need for training and other such things. It didn’t mean a damn.
One evening a tribe showed up at the Emergency Room of the British Hospital where Mag worked. The young British doctor met them.
The patient had third degree burns all over her body and had been treated by the “doctor” of the village. The Village “doctor” had treated her with a mixture of cow and Elephant dung which was rubbed al over her. As a result. gangrene set in and the woman as beyond repair.
The young British doctor realized this: He had to treat her. If she died, which he knew she would. He would be blamed; If he refused to treat her, he would be blamed anyway Yes,she died and The British Hospital was blamed.