Epidemiology, to which Darwinism is a “narrative gloss,” is an old and vigorous science.
When I was in charge of the Emergency Room at Los Angeles County Hospital, I saw many instances of near-death trauma, yet there was little complaint about pain.
Every stock boy or housekeeper or nurse is doing more to fight this pandemic than all the politicians and talking-head science grifters and tenure-track professors.
It rarely fails. I see a news story lauding a suicide-prevention program. But then I check it out.
One just needs the terminal diagnosis — sometimes mistaken — to qualify for the lethal pills.