Thread by @textfiles

Social media is a little weird, and especially causes a rather problematic illusion - that in general, the world moves along in a way that you want it to. If you like or subscribe, the system will work harder and harder to ensure you see even more that you seem to like.

But when it veers off, into a different direction, it will sometimes give you a glance under and put you into direct facing with a world you maybe, perhaps, didn't want to see.

This is how I found out about B.Relaxed.

B. Relaxed can be defined, roughly, as an alternative medicine believer. He is very anti-vaccine, very much into what he calls nutrient-dense food, and mostly promotes the idea of a life free from what he considers a corrupt, broken healthcare and medicine industry.

He speaks in a lot of Q-ish language, about bursting outside the paradigm of forced thought and crawling out of Plato's cave, i.e. ignoring all media, reports, news, and statements that promote what he thinks is bad.

He uses a variety of backgrounds to speak like this.

You'll note that he pushes his ideas wearing hospital garb, in medical facilities, and in front of hospitals. This is not unintentional. Bradley (his name is Bradley) wants you to feel the weight of the medical establishment as he indicates it as corrupt.

One side note: He is big into Chemtrails. I don't have time to go into his other stuff, but he's big into a lot of other stuff besides the medical establishment, but again, no time.

At the bottom of all of this stuff is a pitch, of course. Most people don't have an overriding urge to speak for literal hours and hours about a problem unless they conveniently have a solution, usually at a price.

His is essential oils and supplements.

I get it, everyone's gotta hustle to get by. Bradley Jay, I mean, Bradley Hanselman, has a hustle to tell people that eating fruits, vegetables, and buying his side-business oils is the key to happiness, and that everyone, I mean, absolutely everyone else, is out to kill you.

But, you see, those long discussions from Bradley on Instagram about how corrupt the emergency rooms are, and how the doctors are incompetent, and people are literally being killed by a terrible medical system?

He's doing it at his X-Ray job at McLaren Macomb Medical Center.

Again, I have dealt with a lot of people at medical facilities who, given a few seconds alone with me, have gone into a quiet, reserved rant about the medical versions of Kennedy Was Killed By Aliens. It happens. Hospitals are made of people. But I think this goes a bit beyond.

At some point, you have to ask if @McLarenMacEM and @McLarenHealth consider it sound policy to let someone espouse conspiracy theories and medical declarations from inside the building, wearing the uniform. At some point, I have to say, it seems like endorsement.

Now, why am I picking on poor Mr. Hanselman? Like I said, social media put him into my face, and he has a huge social media presence. He's not 121 followers and a few hundred on Insta. He's tens of thousands:

instagram.com/b.relaxed/

Facebook has more:
facebook.com/b.relaxed/

I am a fan of kooks. I am definitely a smiling observer at people who howl at the wind and yell from their trees about the sounds they hear in the music of the spheres. I appreciate a good yarn.

But for some reason, I'm offended about this.

It's probably that when I see an institution's years, decades of effort, reputation, pomp and dress used as a platform to guide people who are afraid away from health and away from knowing, for a sake of a few dollars, it makes me very mad.

@McLarenHealth might think otherwise.

And that's all I have to say.

Sorry, one more thing.

Yes, Bradley Hanselman was a meat carver before an X-Ray tech. We all go through many different jobs. I've served drinks with future doctors and lifted boxes with future CEOs. I'd ask folks not to concentrate on Bradley's path, just where that path led.

Facebook link appears to be gone.

More postings of his have shown up on Instagram (I was just checking, a month later). He's referring to "co-workers" as if he still works at the hospital, and green-screens himself into generic hospital photos to make his pitches, wearing his old scrubs.