Welcome to “telemedicine”: spying on you at home

In 1988, when I writing my first book, AIDS INC., I pointed out that medical ops would become superb population control enterprises. They claim to be politically neutral and, of course, humane.

Since then, many chickens have come home to roost in line with my prediction.

We now have “telemedicine,” and the health insurer Humana is in the lead.

Here is a major development. FOX 13 Tampa Bay reports:

“Ernestine Marshall can’t even go to the bathroom without someone knowing.”

“‘I didn’t know how closely they were watching me until I received a phone call, and I was like, whoa! Ok!’ she said.”

“The diabetic and MS patient’s home is outfitted by insurer, Humana, with sensors that keep track of when she opens her medicine cabinet, her fridge, sleeps, walks, and uses the bathroom.”

“A break in routine is an early sign of trouble.”

“‘If it becomes unusual, I will get a phone call,’ she said. ‘(They say), Ms. Marshall, are you alright? Do we need to call your sister?’”

“‘It makes me feel wonderful, to know I’m being monitored, especially living alone,’ Marshall said.”

She feels wonderful.

A lot of people would. A lot of people wouldn’t care one bit that they’re under surveillance in their homes 24/7. It’s a beautiful thing. And then there are a whole lot of other people who wouldn’t opt for the surveillance themselves, but feel wonderful that people like Ernestine Marshall feel wonderful.

“Ms. Marshall, we notice you didn’t sit outside for an hour and half today, like you usually do. You didn’t go out at all. Is everything okay?”

“We notice you didn’t flush the toilet today. Are you all right?”

“We didn’t hear you cooking. Did you order in? We didn’t hear a knock on your door.”

If NSA wants to be beloved by many Americans, they can offer this service for nothing.

“Bob at the NSA is my friend. I really like him. He calls every day to see if I peed. I think he already knows, but I don’t mind. He has a nice voice.”

The second half of this story is that “remote doctors” are being touted in conjunction with at-home spying on patients. People won’t need to make a trip to an office or clinic very often. An online doc will handle their case.

Well, since when does knowing how often you flushed the toilet or went outside or cooked or how long you slept add up to a refined medical diagnosis?

No, much more data will need to be collected on patients/targets of surveillance. Real-time blood pressure counts, immune-cell numbers, body temp, pain indicators, organ-function readouts, and so on.

So this will be the next “breakthrough.” Those digital internal-tracking pills you’ve heard about, for example, will be deployed and connected to the network that monitors patients. And there will be new devices to wear.

Medical insurers, including all the Obamacare carriers, will offer to monitor patients’ activity in their homes and inside their bodies. And when they leave the house, things will be wonderful then as well, because why bother spying on people where they live unless you can do it at the mall, too?

“We want to be able to oversee you all the time, so we can do everything to keep you healthy.”

“Thank you so much.”

As a side bonus, the US national health insurance plan requires a medical ID package for every patient in the system. This becomes a de facto national ID card.

“Please show me your medical ID…excuse me, what? It’s not in your wallet? It’s not under your skin? You aren’t in the health system? Officer needs assistance. We have an outlier. I repeat, we have an outlier.”

Obviously, such a person must be questioned. He’s a hold-out. He could be dangerous. Does he have political literature in his house? Does he own a gun? Are his children up to date on their 55 vaccinations? Has he ever seen a psychiatrist? Does he possess any energy devices that place him off the grid? Does he grow his own food?

Eventually, the medical tracking sensors in a person’s home will be able to answer all those questions without the need for a police stop.

And it’ll be wonderful.

And finally, when the spy sensors show that a patient is having a very serious toxic reaction to a medical drug, that fact will automatically be shunted out of the system, and instead, a diagnosis of a new disease or disorder will be entered, to falsely account for the patient’s reaction—and a new (toxic) drug will be automatically delivered to the patient’s door, to treat the new non-existent disorder.

“Mr. Smith, did you receive the latest medication at 2:13pm today?”

“Yes I did.”

“But we see you didn’t take it yet.”

“Well, I was thinking I didn’t need it. I don’t believe my new problem is a disease. I was having a bad reaction to the old drug I was taking.”

“Really. You’re a doctor now? Mr. Smith, all your verbal responses in our conversations are recorded in the system. I’m sure you know resistance and non-compliance and self-diagnosis are red flags. They can provoke a serious investigation. Wouldn’t you rather just take the new drug?”

Pause.

“Okay, yes, I guess so. Sorry about that. I was feeling out of sorts. My wife left this morning to stay with her sister. We’re having problems.”

“Yes, we know that. But what happens in your life is separate from your medical problems. Just take the new drug.”

“I’m opening the bottle now.”

“Yes you are. Swallow the pills. There’s a glass of water on the counter to your left. We care.”

“I know you do. Thank you.”

Swallow it, Mr. Smith. Swallow the whole deal.

Jon Rappoport is the author of two explosive collections, The Matrix Revealed and Exit From the Matrix, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com