Louis Pasteur Exposed.
Louis Pasteur (1822 -- 1895).
Louis (mad dog) Pasteur
was the inventor of rabies vaccine. He first tried his hand
at vaccinating sheep for anthrax but he was getting so many complaints
from the owners of dead sheep that he hated to open his letters:
"Gradually, it was hardly
a year after the miracle of Pouilly-Le-Fort, it began to be evident
that Pasteur, though a most original microbe hunter, was not an
infallible god. Disturbing letters began to pile up on his desk;
complaints from Montpothier and a dozen towns of France, and from
Packisch and Kapuvar in Hungary. Sheep were dying from anthrax --
not anthrax they had picked up in dangerous fields, but anthrax
they had got from those vaccines that were meant to save them! From
other places came sinister stories of how the vaccine had failed
to work -- the vaccine had been paid for, whole flocks of sheep
had been injected, the farmers had gone to bed breathing Thank-God-For-Our-Great-Man-Pasteur,
only to wake up in the morning to find their fields littered with
the carcasses of dead sheep, and these sheep -- which ought to have
been immune -- had died from the lurking anthrax spores that lay
in their fields. . . .Pasteur began to hate
to open his letters; he wanted to stop his ears against snickers
that sounded from around corners, and then -- the worst thing that
could possibly happen -- came a cold terribly exact scientific report
from the laboratory of that nasty little German Koch in Berlin,
and this report ripped the practical ness of the anthrax vaccine
to tatters. Pasteur knew that Koch was the most accurate microbe
hunter in the world.
There is no doubt that Pasteur lost some sheep from this aftermath
of his glorious discovery, but, God rest him, he was a gallant man.
It was not in him to admit, either to the public or to himself,
that his sweeping claims were wrong (The Microbe Hunters,
p. 165 -166)"
Having failed to save the sheep,
Pasteur next tried his hand at finding a cure for rabies. Instead of
realizing that it was the OWNERS of the dogs that were driving them
crazy; this ghoulish experimenter began to play with the deadly hydrophobia
"And at last they found a
way of weakening the savage hydrophobia virus -- by taking out a little
section of the spinal cord of a rabbit dead of rabies, and hanging
this bit of deadly stuff up to dry in a germ-proof bottle for fourteen
days. This shriveled bit of nervous tissue that had once been so deadly
they shot into the brains of healthy dogs -- and those dogs did not
die. . . (Microbe Hunters, p. 176)."
Finally, Pasteur was ready with
his cure for rabies:
"At first Pasteur thought
of shooting his weakened rabies into all the dogs of France in one
stupendous Napoleonic series of injections: "We must remember
that no human being is attacked with rabies except after being bitten
by a rabid dog. . . . Now if we wipe it out of dogs with our vaccine
. . ." he suggested to the famous veterinarian, Nocard, who laughed
and shook his head. There are more than a hundred thousand dogs and
hounds and puppies in the city of Paris alone," Nocard told him,
"and than two million, five hundred thousand dogs in all of France
-- and if each of these brutes had to get fourteen shots of your vaccine
fourteen days in a row . . . where would you get the men? Where would
you get the time? where the devil would you get the rabbits? Where
would you get sick spinal cord enough to make one-thousandth enough
vaccine?" Then finally there dawned on Pasteur a simple way out
of his trouble: "It's not the
dogs we must give our fourteen doses of vaccine," he pondered,
"it's the human beings that have been bitten by mad dogs.
. . .(Microbe Hunters, p.177)."
There you have it: Pasteur saw no
difference between men and woman made in the image of God and . . .
DOGS!! He wanted to inject foul deadly matter from diseased rabbits
and dogs directly into the bloodstream of men and woman!!
This Roman Catholic experimenter
died clutching the crucifix -- and instrument of DEATH!!
"He died in 1895 in a little
house near the kennels where they now kept his rabid dogs, at Villeneuve
L'Etang, just outside of Paris. His end was that of the devout Catholic,
the mystic he had always been. In one hand he held a crucifix and
in the other lay the hand of the most patient, obscure and important
of his collaborators -- Madame Pasteur (Microbe Hunters,
De Kruif, Paul, Microbe Hunters, Harcourt,
Brace & World, New York, 1926.
Hume, Ethel Douglas, Pasteur Exposed, The False
Foundations of Modern Medicine, Bookreal, Australia, 1989.