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A Pox on Your House

By John Foley

Recently a small red lump came up on the quick of my left index finger. About a week later, my septum (the bit that separates the nostrils) had a small scab on it. Like people throughout history, when I was alone, I enjoyed picking it. Over some days, the scab got bigger and when I picked it, it bled profusely. Some mornings later, a few itchy, red pimples came up on the back of my left wrist. Each day after, more pimples came up on my hands, palms, legs, scalp and buttocks. I even had one in the crowís foot beside the right eye, one under the left eye and several on my gums and bottom lip. Somewhat concerned, I rang my local GP and got an appointment for the next day at 3:30. As I needed to buy a shirt and trousers, I went to a department store and tried several on before selecting one of each. The rash was very itchy so instead of waiting for a day, I went to a GP at a 24-hour clinic. He couldnít determine what was wrong, so he called his older colleague from the next room. He took one look and diagnosed chicken pox. I protested that I was nearly 50 and I had chicken pox when I was a baby. I carry a pock mark on the forehead to prove it. He calmly stated, "Ah, yes. But the immunity can wear off. Itís not common, but thatís what has happened".

There is no treatment. He advised calamine lotion and antihistamines for the itch, pat dry after showering and go into quarantine for a week. He told me that I was contagious through both primary contact, which is me touching someone else, and secondary contact, which is someone else picking up viruses from things that I have touched such as door knobs and furniture.

"Clothing?" I asked. "Definitely", came the answer, and I winced at the thought of the infected shirts and trousers on the department store rack. For the purpose of this article, the next day I saw the local GP and asked for both a blood test and swab test for chicken pox. He agreed with the diagnosis of the other two GPs, but sent the tests off to the laboratory of the Institute of Medical and Veterinary Science for definitive proof.

Already researching how the health insurers come to pay out benefits on pseudo-medical practitioners, I made some phone calls and found that belonging to one of the Big Three associations, ANTA, (Australian Natural Therapists Association), CMA (Complementary Medicine Association) and ATMS (Australian Traditional Medicine Society) would automatically get a practitioner the all-important provider number. Various funds will issue a provider number to individuals, not being members of the Big Three, but they have to be satisfied by a more complex process. I looked in the Yellow Pages and found locality guides for the three organisations and rang to make appointments. I rejected some because I couldnít get an appointment for a week or more. Another rejected me because she was recovering from reconstructive shoulder surgery. As she was telling me, I was wondering what happened to the preventative effect of natural medicine.

The consultations

Melita Morrow

Ms Morrow is member of the ANTA and works at Marniís Naturopathic Clinic. It is a family business in a purpose-built facility with a herb garden, a well stocked shop, car park and consulting rooms. Several signs state that it is a naturopathic clinic - it is not a medical practice. Laboratory tours are also available.

The air was filled with incense and New Age music. I was asked to fill in a general medical history form while I waited, then white-coated Melita showed me into a pleasant consulting room. I showed her my hands and wrists, and gave her an accurate description of the symptoms. She made several general inquiries about changes of diet, contact with new plants, and so on, but nothing that offered a clue. She didnít look at my arms, legs, mouth or anywhere other than my lower arms. With an illuminated magnifying glass, she leaned over the desk for a closer look at the pimples. As she did do, her long hair fell across my pimples. I wasnít sure what germs I was getting off her hair, but I had a good idea of what she was getting off my infected skin. There were no ablution facilities in the room, and I have no reason to believe that she washed her hands before or after touching me. Melita quickly realised that she didnít know what she was treating, declaring that it was not folloculitis, (inflammation around the hair follocule) so told me to go to a GP for a diagnosis, then she could treat it with natural remedies. She offered me carrot ointment for the itch, but I declined until after I had seen the GP.

She didnít charge for her services.

I returned a few days later and told Melita that the diagnosis was chicken pox. She was most surprised and declared that it was the furthest thing from her mind. I asked her if she had ever seen chicken pox before. "Well, I have, but in children. I didnít think of it in an adult."

This consultation cost $35, and included a follow-up appointment at another time. The three medications she prescribed totalled $38.40, plus Skin Mist, a spray for the itch at $13.50. Calamine lotion, with an Aust R number, and so proven to work, costs $3.50.

(Aust R numbers refer to therapeutic goods "Registered" with the Therapeutic Goods Administration (TGA). Registration with the TGA is expensive and requires proof of efficacy and safety. Aust L numbers refer to goods with are "Listed" with the TGA, is much less expensive and requires proof of safety, but not of efficacy. Ed.)

Pamela Priadko

I arrived at the rooms of Pamela Priadko, a member of the CMA, and approached the counter where two men were listening to a tape recording of a lecture against immunisation. When I told them that I had an appointment at 1 pm, they seemed confused, asked me who with, who was I and generally put me at some distress.

A woman appeared from a consulting room so they gestured to her. I asked, "Are you Pamela?" She nodded assent, asked me to take a seat, and went back into the consulting room. On a shelf next to me sat three brown paper bags with peopleís names on them. I wondered if they were medications waiting to be picked up, and thought of the security implications of leaving them in the open like that. I listened to the tape against immunisation until Pamela asked the woman next to me to go in. As they talked, I could clearly hear their voices coming from the window at the front. I investigated and found that the building was a rented shop front with a long plate glass window. A Gyprock wall had been built for the purpose of separating the consulting room from the waiting room. As a fairly cheap job, it only extended as far as the sill, not reaching the plate glass, so letting all the sound out. A piece of foam rubber had been loosely placed into the 100 mm gap, but I clearly heard the story of the womanís sporting injury caused by hockey, as well as her name and address, even over the anti-immunisation lecture tape.

Kerry Le Rossingnal

A second woman introduced herself as Kerry Le Rossignal, and showed me into a second consulting room. As I looked around, I noticed that the room seemed to be adequately soundproofed, and that there were six certificates on the wall. Three of them were for a different woman, Bronwyn, and three for Kerry. One was for acupuncture and another was a Bachelor of Naturopathy. Once again, I explained the symptoms to Kerry who was baffled. No changes in washing powder, diet, clothes, industrial situation or gardening. I had been told that naturopaths often blame unspecified tropical diseases and infections, so I tempted her by saying that I had been to Darwin a few weeks ago, but Kerry didnít take that easy way out. After establishing that most of my time was spent in the city of Darwin, rather than out on safari, she didnít mention it again. "Have you taken antibiotics recently?" Kerry asked. When I said I hadnít, she said, "Good, because they will cause skin rashes straight away." Over the years, I have taken antibiotics on many occasions, but I donít recall ever breaking out in a rash from them. She took a general history of my health, including past operations, hospitalisation, did I drink and how much, did I smoke and so on. When she asked if Iíd had any childhood diseases as an adult, I wasnít sure what to do, but laughing was one option. I thought to myself, "You are looking at chicken pox in a 49 year old man and you need to ask me that question?"

When she asked if I had ever had a seizure, I had to ask what that was. Kerry explained that it was like a fit, so I answered in no, but asked her why. "I want to shine a light in your eyes, and we canít do that if you have seizures." she said. She took my blood pressure, and seemed to know what she was doing, and declared that it was a bit high, probably as a result of my pimples. She then looked into my irises with a magnifying glass and a torch, having a second look at the liver in my right iris. Having examined my hands, arms, tongue, fingernails and eyes, Kerry told me that I had a strong constitution which is why I didnít require much medical attention. She said everybody has a weak spot, and both my tongue (Chinese medicine) and irises (iridology) showed that in me it was my digestive system. My stomach didnít produce enough hydrochloric acid, so food tended to sit in stomach for a long time before digesting. That may be true but I have had a problem with it. I asked about diagnosing by the fingernails, and was told that she looks for good half moons, a nice pink colour instead of white or blue, and could check anaemia by tapping the nail and watching the colour return to the skin below. "A lot of the stuff that we do is just practical." I was told.

Kerry asked me to drink less coffee, three cups per day, and 1.5 litres of water per day using a sports bottle. "That will act like a hose, and wash whatever this is out from under your skin." The main focus was on the preservatives in the Coolabah cask red wine that I drink in moderation. "The manufacturers change the amount of preservatives but donít tell us. Have a look for the code numbers on the label, and pick the one with the least code numbers." She advised me to drink Banrock Station casks, as a sales assistant had told her that they have the same level of preservative as the bottles. On a subsequent inquiry to BRL Hardy, the makers of Banrock Station bottles and casks, I was assured that 50 parts per million of preservative is about standard for all cask wines, and that all bottles, including Banrock Station, have less. Kerry asked me, "Incidentally, why did you come to a naturopath instead of a GP?"

"Iíve been going to a GP for years but when I rang up, he had gone away to work in Asia. So I thought..."

"Well, weíre very glad that you did."

Kerry explained that I would have to be a bit of detective regarding what I was eating, drinking and coming into contact with to eliminate the cause. With traditional medicine, they liked to treat the cause rather than the symptoms, but as she hadnít found a cause, she could only treat the symptoms. "We donít like doing that, but...."

She shrugged her shoulders.

She sold me a bottle of homoeopathic water for $10 and told me to bump the bottom of the bottle before drinking one teaspoon twice a day. I was to put a teaspoon into my sports bottle each day, so I had to bump the bottom of the medicine bottle before putting it into my sports bottle, and then bump the bottom of the sports bottle before taking each sip. When I asked about the bumping I was told that it was called succussion. "When you shake a bottle of cough medicine, you do it like this. With homoeopathic treatments, you have to bump it for succussion." If I needed more medication, I could phone for it and she would leave it on the table at the front in a paper bag with my name on it. My suspicions about the lack of security were confirmed. "Are you in a health fund?" Kerry asked. When I replied that I wasnít, she said, "Well, Iím afraid that the government wonít give you any money back." I was reminded of the efforts currently being made to get traditional healers onto the Medicare schedule and paid for by our taxes. I was with Kerry for fifty minutes, but the invoice marked it down as half an hour, and I was charged $40. The homoeopathic water was an additional $10, and the acidophilus would have cost a further $6.25. Total, $56.25.

Peter Farnsworth

Peter Farnsworth is a member of the ATMS. He has several rooms in an Adelaide CBD building, which also houses the Australian College of Tactile Therapies (of which he is Director of Studies), as well as his consulting room. As I waited, I read a brief article in an American publication, "Alternative Medicine". A 59 year old man had been diagnosed as having a growth on the prostate, and the urologist had insisted that surgery was the only answer. The patient made further inquiries, and a naturopath recommended diet changes and exercise, which cured him in months. As someone once said, "If it sounds too good to be true, then it probably is". Ignoring prostate cancer is like playing Irish Roulette. (Thatís like Russian Roulette, but you have five chambers full and only one empty.)

As Peter led me into his consulting room, he introduced me to his pet dog sleeping in the corridor. I noticed the iridology chart on the desk, and thought of the various tests that had failed to show it had any validity. The foot reflexogy pamphlet and the chart for ear acupuncture were two other items that lessened my faith in the scientific credibility of the man about to look after my health. He took a few details, and asked about changes in diet and allergic reactions to various things, but found no immediate answer. I was asked to put my right arm across a small, black cushion while he took my pulse, but, instead of timing it, he just felt it. Then he asked me to put my left arm on the cloth cushion as he felt my left pulse. He explained that by doing that he could feel if my system was overheating. I told him that I drank about five cups of coffee per day, and he asked me to cut that back to one or two cups, as there is "something in coffee that overheats the system".

He examined my pimpled hands and forearms, but no other affected areas. He looked at my tongue, drew a diagram of it in his notes and marked a spot on the diagram.

He then sold me a jar of Homoderma, a Brauer brand cream, for $18. It has an Aust L number, indicating that it is Listed on the Australian Register of Therapeutic Goods, and has been checked for quality and toxicity, but not for efficacy. He also sold me a mixture of herbs that he mixed up out of my sight, and put a handwritten label on the jar. It cost $20, and as it is practitioner supplied, it does not need to be on the Australian Register of Therapeutic Goods or have an Aust L number. In other words, "Trust me. Trust me. Iím a naturopath".

I was also told to go to a health food shop and buy some Vitamin C powder, not the pills, as the powder works better than the pills. The thirty minute consultation cost me $30, although the listed price for a First Consult is $45, and the Follow up is $25. The two medications cost me a further $38. I didnít have enough money to cover it all, so I paid the $37 that I had on me, and went to the bank to get the rest. I was not offered a receipt, so I thought I would test it on the second payment. I returned shortly and paid the remaining $31. The money was put into a cash drawer, not a till, and again, no receipt was offered. There is no financial record that I was there. The health food shop could sell me Vitamin C powder for $7.70, bringing the total bill up to $75.70.

I was greatly concerned about the hygiene standards. The cloth cushion may have been comfortable, but common sense should tell anyone that if sick people are going to touch it, it should be disposable or autoclaved. There is no way it could have been cleaned, and the black textile meant he couldnít even see how dirty it was. I have no indication that he washed his hands before or after touching me. I said good bye to the dog and looked into the college lecture rooms on the way out.

The chiropractor

In June, 1997, I attended a lecture by Tariq Faridi, who gave a long talk on the evils and dangers of medicine and how science was deceiving the public. He had no formal qualifications in the subject, but picked up his information from reading newspapers and medical journals. Eventually it became apparent that he was the salesman of an elecronic diagnostic machine, the Thermal Visualiser. Two volunteers in gowns had sensors put on either side of each vertebra and the temperature of the muscles between them was measured. The resultant patterns were diagnosed for chemical, mechanical, emotional and trauma reactions. I asked one of the assistants at the lecture if the machine was Listed or Registered with the Therapeutic Goods Administration. "Oh, yes. It would have to be." she replied. I didnít pursue the matter with her. Either it is one or the other, and obviously she didnít know anything about it. But the machine is neither Listed nor Registered, and so it canít be used legally.

The chiropractor who was hosting Tariq Faridi and also owned such a machine was Dr. Glenn Worthington-Eyre. When I phoned Dr. Worthington-Eyreís rooms for an appointment to see about my rash, I specifically requested that I be diagnosed by the Thermal Visualiser.

The light and pleasant waiting room had pamphlets on the Thermal Visualiser, chiropractic in general and a one day seminar by an evangelist. A large poster on the wall offered free scoliosis screening and many other diagrammatic charts around the wall showed how each individual vertebra was directly linked to an organ of the body by the Sympathetic Ganglionic Chain.

I phoned the Womenís and Childrenís Hospital and asked about the Sympathetic Ganglionic Chain. A doctor told me of ganglia, nerves, and so on, but stressed that there was no scientific evidence that the vertebra were related to different organs of the body and that the vertebra couldnít be moved by hand anyway. The assistant took me to a room, asked to strip to the waist and put on a hospital gown. She also gave me a pen and paper to write down all the medications that I was on. I explained that I wasnít on any, and she questioned that several times. I asked, "Should I be?" "Most people are on something." she explained. While I waited for her to return, I noticed the daily patient list on the table. The words "John Foley use Visualiser to check for rash" were clear for everyone else to read, as were the comments about the others patients.

The probes were put either side of each vertebra and clicked, recording the result on a laptop computer screen. A hard copy was then printed out, and after I had dressed, I was asked to sit in the waiting room at the front again. As I waited, a man who appeared to be in his late 60s, and using two walking sticks, came in from the street. Barely able to walk, he asked if the chiropractor "could have another go". He had been treated by Dr. Worthington-Eyre shortly before, but when he got to his car, his right leg was so sore that he couldnít drive. He did seem to be in a lot of pain, and I offered to drive him home after my appointment. Dr. Worthington-Eyre examined the spots on my hands and forearms, and asked questions about changes in diet, touching plants, have I had a rash like it before and so on. Nothing offered a solution in terms of allergic reaction. He looked at the print-out from the Thermal Visualiser and declared that my back was in good shape. Some of the vertebrae read 0, quite a few read +1 and the remainder read +2. None of them reached +3, a good result, I was told. By marking the +2 vertebrae on a chart, he could read off a broad range of things that might be ailing me. It was very complicated and my guess is that it was designed to confuse patients so they just had to accept what he was saying. My best description of it was a mind reading act, where he asked me some questions, I nodded or shook my head accordingly, and he followed on down the appropriate path. By marking down the chart in the columns of chemical, mechanical, emotional and trauma and asking me questions, he was able to deduce that I have low self esteem, that I donít feel that I am worthy of a female partner and that I feel that I am worthless. All this stemmed from me being sexually abused as a child. "Can you pick that up from there?" I asked. He showed me the T7 vertebra on an separate chart with the vertebra and their related symptoms on it, and there it was. I looked at the fine print on top of the card and saw the copyright symbol beside the name of the author, Tariq Faridi, the salesman with no academic qualifications. I wondered where he would have obtained this knowledge. Very few people can say that they didnít suffer some degree of sexual abuse as a child. I was flashed at, perved on and even had a Catholic priest give me an overly enthusiastic guided tour of my genitals. I now realise what he was doing, but I couldnít say I was distressed about it, then or now.

The horror stories that we hear, involving years of penetration by many different adults, etc. doesnít apply to me, but yes, as I have described, I was sexually abused as a child. However, what amazed me is that I really do have a thoracic scoliosis (curvature of the spine - and a very common claimed cause of illness among alternative practitioners) which causes me permanent discomfort and is easily seen on an X-ray, but the Thermal Visualiser didnít pick it up. What it did manage to pick up was a minor incident of sex abuse from nearly forty years before. Dr. Worthington-Eyre decided that he couldnít treat my rash, and advised me to go to a GP. When I told him I didnít have one, he suggested that I see Dr. David Mitchell who used a lot of alternative treatments.

As I left, the older man was lying on a bed in the adjacent room. The assistant had given him some Panadol, but he was almost in tears with pain, asking to be taken to hospital. I offered to take him, but the assistant told me that Dr. Worthington-Eyre would manipulate his spine again and see if that helped. The total visit cost me $30.

I phoned Dr. Mitchellís rooms but was told that he was booked up for the next five weeks. "I was told that he is a GP," I said. "Surely I can get an appointment inside five weeks."

"Iím afraid not. Dr. Mitchell uses a lot of alternative therapies and he is very popular. It is always like this," I was told. I thought of the economics involved.

The medium is the massage

Some years ago, I was given some literature in which a chiropractor, Dr Reza Samvat, claimed great success using NOT, Neural Organisation Technique Part of the pamphlet stated, "Such conditions as TMJ/Whiplash Injuries, Head Injuries, Scoliosis, High Blood Pressure, Menstrual Disorders, Dyslexia, Immune Disorders and Downís Syndrome can all be improved and often corrected!" To improve Downís Syndrome, he would have to get rid of the extra chromosome that causes the problem. To do this by manipulating the jaw, and using kinesiology, is dubious (to say the least). I phoned, said that I had a rash, and asked if Dr Samvat could help me. I was given an appointment with another chiropractor as Dr Samvat was the senior partner, but was assured that the junior could help my rash.

I arrived at the practice and filled in a name and address form. Seated in the consulting room with Dr Malcolm Hart, he looked at the rash on my hands and asked some general questions relating to changes of diet, industrial, allergies, smoking drinking habits and so on. I told him that I had been to Darwin a few weeks earlier, and he took note of it. I was asked to lie face down on the massage table, my face resting on a piece of paper covering that area for hygiene purposes. He bent my legs up and did things like rubbing my tailbone, the nape of my neck, and got me to rub my collarbone while he pushed against my foot, asking me to push back against him. The direction of his push changed considerably. When he started, he was definitely pushing against my ankle to get maximum leverage. As he massaged my tailbone, kidney area and so on, he changed the direction of the push along the bone towards the knee. This supposedly demonstrated that my leg muscles were getting stronger, but whether he was changing the direction of the push deliberately or not is open to question. He asked me to roll over onto my back, where more massaging of the various bits went on, testing my arm muscles for strength as he went. There is no doubt that in the early part of this treatment he was getting maximum leverage on the arm. As he massaged eyebrows, ribs, groin and so on, he changed the direction of the push along the bone towards the shoulder. The most intriguing part was that I had to put my tongue into my right cheek, then left cheek, right cheek, left cheek numerous times while he massaged various opposed bits of my body. I also had to look up, look down, look right, look left numerous times, as he rubbed other bits, and went back to testing the strength of the arm muscles. Then there was eyes closed, eyes open, eyes closed, eyes open. Two foam wedges were put diagonally under my hips for about a minute before more muscle testing, and, with rubber gloves, he massaged points inside my mouth as well.

He took several labelled bottles from a cupboard and had me hold each one in turn as he tested my arm strength. On one, he pushed my arm down quite easily, so when he had finished, I asked what he had been doing. "They are homoeopathic remedies. I was testing for allergic reaction to different things. The one that showed up so clearly was Ross River Virus, which fits with your trip to Darwin, but the rash doesnít look like Ross River Virus."

The closest that I have been to a Ross River Virus area in the last three years would be Gawler, and I doubt that the disease is rampant there, so Iím not sure why it showed up.

In further conversation he mentioned rubella and chicken pox, but he said it didnít look like either of them. When he had finished rubbing, prodding and muscle testing me, I lay back and relaxed. I really did feel better, but Iím sure that was because all the poking and prodding had finished. There was no indication that he washed his hands before of after touching me.

He made two further appointments for me, one with him, and another with the naturopath in the practice. I later cancelled those appointments. This visit cost me $59.

In summary

I found all these people to be sadly lacking in the training and rigorous adherence to the professional and ethical standards that are expected of members of the three professional bodies under scrutiny. The two chiropractors didnít do any better. However, Qakatak is not concerned with quality, but pseudo-science so my only question at all times had to be, "Is this scientifically valid?" Melita impressed me by sending me to a scientist to find out what was causing the problem, but it is disturbing that such a high profile Adelaide naturopath couldnít diagnose something as commonplace as chicken pox. Melitaís mother, Marni, founded the SA College of Natural and Traditional Medicine. Her sister Wendy is now the principal of that college while Melita is the Dean of Natural Medicine and the Senior Lecturer in Naturopathy. How can she teach others if she doesnít know herself? Kerry concentrated on the preservatives in the cask wine, and didnít give a thought to my claim of having spent a week in the tropics, a hotbed for all manner of strange diseases. Kerry is also an employee of the SA College of Natural and Traditional Medicine, as both the Senior Lecturer in Iridology and Remedial Therapies, as well as Curriculum Development.


Feeling my pulse on either arm to determine if "the system is overheating" would leave me with serious doubts as to the scientific credibility of the person making the claim. For Peter to then sell me a homeopathic treatment would seem to put the icing on the cake. Even the man who invented homoeopathy, Samuel Hahnemann (see picture), accepted that not one molecule of the original substance would be left in most of his preparations, after they had been diluted millions of times. Homoeopathy doesnít work, and there is no reason why it should.

Glenn left me with more questions than he answered. He seems to have been trained by a salesman with no training. He did not pick up my scoliosis, nor diagnose chicken pox. The older man had just been treated, but was now so bad that he couldnít drive home. He was given drugs for the pain, and was asking to be taken to hospital.

What would they do for him? Call a chiropractor I suppose. Glenn also advised me to go to a GP for diagnosis and treatment.

Malcolm indulged in ritual. I have no reason to believe that my eyes open or closed are going to enable my immune system to overcome whatever was causing the rash. The tongue in cheek tests probably had the most significance, if only as an accurate commentary on how these treatments should be viewed. He didnít notice my thoracic scoliosis either.

In retrospect, I was irresponsible to try on shirts and trousers while I had a rash. It has to be a worry though, that five people who call themselves health professionals didnít warn me to go into quarantine because I had a communicable disease.

Bureaucratic controls on Ďalternativeí therapies I recently registered two business names for Molly Pointer. One is the Pointer Naturopath Clinic, and the other is the Nisiesha Academy of Eastern and Natural Medicine (Nisiesha is Japanese for "false doctor"). Molly is my pet dog, and she is a Pointer, so she can now sell you a Diploma of Naturopathy from her own academy, and it is just as valid as any other. Theoretically, I could get my friends to claim money from health funds on the strength of an invoice with the Pointer Naturopath Clinic letterhead on it.

So what stops people defrauding the insurance companies this way? Accreditation. The insurance companies look at the pedigree of the practitioner, and have to be satisfied that the qualification did not come from a bogus institute such as Nisiesha. The simplest way to do that is to be sure the practitioner is a member of one of the Big Three professional bodies.

To be a member of one of those bodies, you have to produce a certificate from a training facility that has a government accredited course. I would have a hard time getting my dogís academy past that one, and so would any other organisation who wasnít fair dinkum, right?

Wrong! State governments are the authorities that give accreditation to the natural health colleges, and they have two areas that they look at. One is the number of fluorescent tubes, whiteboards, air conditioners, business plan etc. The other is the comprehensive range of the curriculum.

Nisiesha Academy would have to submit its curriculum to an ITAB (Industry Training Advisory Board) which is set up by the Department of Employment, Training and Further Education. The 19 people on the board in South Australian are representatives of the teaching profession, the trade unions, Public Service and so on.

There are no scientists on the board, they donít question efficacy, and no effort is made to validate the medical claims of the various subjects being taught. It would be a lot of trouble, but not impossible, to get my dogís Nisiesha Academy through the whole process, including the ITAB, without knowing anything at all about health. So where does the responsibility for the five people who couldnít diagnose my chicken pox fall? At the feet of the state Ministers for Education. Once the Nisiesha Academy gets state government accreditation, the federal government automatically gives Austudy and Abstudy to its students. The Big Three natural health professional bodies would accept your goldfish as a member, and the major health funds would issue it with a provider number. You then just keep mailing bogus bills to them, and they keep sending money to your goldfish.

Who needs to work?

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