So, my local hospital is a chop-shop pharma factory that has taken loved ones from me over and over again with their neglect, incompetence, and downright malicious actions.
Everything they've ever done for us has only put us further in debt and turned one physical ailment into two.
I doubt I'm alone, but our family has significantly bad "luck" when it comes to the medical industry.
Now, here's the deal. I know some "secrets" about this hospital. Secrets, like, why the original blueprints were two stories taller, and why no one is allowed in the basement, secrets.
Enough for an honest building inspector to condemn it, and possibly even too bad for a dishonest building inspector to accept a bribe, no matter how large.
We're talking, the plumbing system being out of alignment by at least a foot, and sheering off flooding the basement problems with the massive building...
But, here's the rough of it; my town is so helplessly corrupt that no one cares anymore; like the end scene in Soylent Green where the entire congregation is not only unsurprised that soylent green is people, but they are beyond caring.
It's so damn corrupt that they actually couldn't bribe a land inspector to install a park next to the waterfront because the toxic waste in the soil was such that no trees or plants would grow there, effectively risking distressing the populous when they notice squirrels without hair and extra limbs running around if they did put a park there. They instead installed two garish concrete trees to distract from the inability for real trees to live more than a year and then paved over nearly three acres of topsoil and then restricted parking there so no one can park during big downtown shindigs.
Anyway... I know a way to expose the dirty laundry of the hospital; the secrets in the basement and skeletons in the closet, so to speak. I can jump on an existing movement that exists against new city zoning and bridge the gap as to why the city board is making sweeping and seemingly idiotic mistakes when it comes to city planning. The entire city literally revolves around a fraudulent scheme involving the hospital by which they ultimately declare a state of emergency and get federal money to pay for a new hospital, while the city board owns all the construction and services and can charge a premium on everything. Yeah, I'm not even kidding here, it's a full Rorschach-level fraud scheme.
But in getting the hospital closed down, I will have shut down the only hospital for miles. Any good they do actually do would cease, and people would be panicking to find a place to prescribe their Big Pharma slave medication so they don't keel off from withdrawal symptoms.
It's a conundrum I've been grappling with for a while, even before they took my mother from me. Not only would I be risking my own life to get the word out, as I'm certain it is more than enough for them to send hitmen after me for, but I'd also risk the lives of those still dependent on the allopathic cult headquarters that is that monstrous eyesore in order to survive.
On top of that, I might end up playing into their scheme because they planned for the hospital to have an "expiration date." It's hard to know if I'd be doing any thing positive at all, since the damage is essentially already done.
So, what would you do?
Do it. It's not you that gets it shut down. You didn't build it. You didn't brush it under the rug. Speak truth, and your hands are clean.