Disclaimer: notes transcribed as is, no editing has been made so as to preserve my original feelings as I read the chapter.
Part2, Blame; Chapter 3, Breckinridge “Breck” Scott
So does sex, but Breck played on people’s fear to sell a vaccine to “African Rabies”. Not a cure, because as he says, a cure implies you’re already infected. This guy is just an old style snake oil salesman, out for a quick profit.
He openly states that the drug had not been tested on a zombie or anyone who was infected with the virus. The drug was marketed as a vaccine for rabies and that’s what he was selling.
By the container load, it seems.
This Phalanx drug made Breck rich in the millions. I don’t suppose it even entered his head to double-check the reports coming out of Africa, never check out the reports from the East. As long as he had his cash cow, he didn’t care. He had the connections too.
Practically bypassing the FDA (America’s Food and Drug Administration) altogether, with top officials giving the drug a big green A-OK. Apparently even the president of the U.S.A. benefited from the drug, political spin & well written speeches ranking up the president’s popularity.
At least, until it all went sour. In this case, it was inevitable.
A whistle blower. An, as yet, unnamed woman ending the fear driven crapfest and ripping the useless security blanket into shreds.
The virus was already spreading throughout America with frightening rapidity.
Is this guy a typical politician?
Maybe I’m jaded concerning politics, but I’ve got to answer yes.
This guy tells the author to “grow up”, but I think he’s living with blinkers on his eyes and crap for brains.
Ironic that he’s now shovelling it for use as fuel. Just goes to show how useful his skill set is post-war.
I think I may even profoundly dislike Grover, former White House aide. I’d never Continue reading this post