A brief, but intense, dose of near-terminal delusion emanating from a part of the Universe calling itself Homeopathy Houston is on the menu for today. This delightful little place is owned by one Karl Robinson, who happens to be a qualified MD (admittedly from woo-ridden private college Drexel) and doesn’t hesitate to wave it around, presumably with the intention of bamboozling the marks into thinking that what he provides is some form of genuine medical treatment. It’s still fucking useless homeopathy. Here’s the start of Robinson’s crisp summing up of how homeopaths sell their magic-disguised-as-medicine...
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