When you fear something, learn as much about it as you can. Knowledge conquers fear. ~ Edmund Burke
On Free Speech
There must be renewed recognition that societies are kept stable and healthy by reform, not by thought police; this means there must be free play for so-called subversive ideas – every idea subverts the old to make way for the new. To shut off subversion is to shut off peaceful progress and to invite revolution and war. ~ I. F. Stone
No Cure – Wrong Doctor!

I have said for years that if your have a chronic condition not being resolved, find someone who has a track record of curing that condition. Here is the same principle phrased differently.
Bobby Fry at Bar Marco

Art Is Not Luxury

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Carroll O’Connor

Carroll O’Connor buried his son in 1995, then walked into court and spoke drug dealers’ names out loud, turning private grief into a public fight that Hollywood largely avoided.
Most Americans knew Carroll O’Connor as Archie Bunker, the loud, abrasive television character whose bigotry was exposed through satire. Offscreen, O’Connor was almost the opposite: disciplined, private, intellectually rigorous, and deeply protective of his family. That distinction mattered when tragedy entered his life for real.
In March 1995, his son Hugh O’Connor was found dead in his Los Angeles apartment. He was thirty-three years old. The cause was a heroin overdose. Hugh had struggled with addiction for years, cycling through rehabilitation programs, relapses, periods of sobriety, and setbacks. Carroll and his wife, Nancy, spent enormous sums on treatment, medical care, and legal help, believing that persistence and resources could overcome the disease.
They could not.
Instead of retreating from public view, O’Connor did something few celebrities dared to do. He spoke openly and angrily. He publicly named individuals he said supplied the drugs that led to his son’s death. He repeated those names in interviews and in print. One of the men sued him for defamation.
O’Connor did not retract his statements. He welcomed the case.
In 1997, a jury ruled in O’Connor’s favor, finding that his claims were substantially true. The individuals involved were later convicted on drug-related charges. The courtroom became a place not just of mourning, but of record-making.
The choice came at a cost. Hollywood was comfortable discussing addiction only when it remained abstract or safely personal. O’Connor refused both. He testified before Congress, called for stronger enforcement against drug traffickers, and criticized systemic failures in law enforcement without euphemism. He framed addiction not as a moral failing, but as a medical condition exploited by criminal networks.
He did all of this while continuing to work.
O’Connor returned to television in In the Heat of the Night as Chief Bill Gillespie, a role marked by restraint, authority, and moral gravity. It stood in sharp contrast to Archie Bunker’s volatility. The performance earned him another Emmy and revealed an actor channeling grief into control rather than rage.
Privately, the loss never eased. The stress took a physical toll. O’Connor underwent multiple heart surgeries and lived with chronic pain, yet continued speaking publicly about addiction and accountability. He insisted that silence protected the wrong people and that naming systems mattered more than protecting reputations.
Carroll O’Connor died in 2001 at the age of seventy-six.
He is often remembered for Archie Bunker. That memory leaves out the harder chapter, when he chose confrontation over comfort and accuracy over discretion. Faced with a loss that satire could not soften, O’Connor used his voice not to perform, but to force attention onto a reality many preferred to keep unseen.
He understood something fame often hides:
Silence shields systems.
Naming names forces reckoning.
Quote of the Day
“Recommend to your children virtue; that alone can make them happy, not gold.” – Ludwig van Beethoven, Composer (1770 – 1827)
Life Without Bread – Dr Lutz

He removed sugar. His patients got better. Medicine looked away.
1950s Austria.
Dr. Wolfgang Lutz is doing everything right.
Prescribing approved drugs. Following modern guidelines. Trusting the science of his time.
His patients keep coming back.
Diabetes controlled, not reversed.
Pain managed, not resolved.
Chronic disease after chronic disease.
So Lutz does something risky.
He thinks.
He digs into old medical literature. Before processed food. Before pharmaceutical dominance. Before calories became doctrine. One idea keeps reappearing.
Low carbohydrate eating.
He is skeptical. But honest. So he tries it on patients who have failed everything else.
His rules are simple.
Under 72 grams of carbohydrates per day.
No limits on meat, eggs, cheese, or butter.
Real food. No sugar. Minimal starch.
The results shock him.
Blood sugar normalizes.
Weight drops without hunger.
Inflammation fades.
Digestive disorders disappear.
Arthritis improves.
People do not just comply.
They recover.
So he keeps going. For decades. Thousands of patients. Same result every time.
Remove sugar and starch. Health returns.
In 1967, he publishes Leben Ohne Brot.
Life Without Bread.
Real patients. Real outcomes. Clear instructions.
Medicine ignores it.
This is the age of low-fat dogma. Margarine. Vegetable oils. Carbs as salvation. A doctor prescribing butter and steak is labeled as dangerous.
Lutz keeps going anyway.
He has something stronger than consensus.
He has results.
In 2000, at age 89, he publishes follow-up data. Patients low carb for over 30 years. Healthy. No early death. No arterial collapse. No cholesterol catastrophe.
He dies at 97.
Still low carb.
Still right.
We did not lack evidence.
We lacked courage.
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