Dear God, please do not let me or mine get sick or injured:
— Phairy Megan (@tadgh_dc) August 25, 2026
The illegality is obnoxious and obvious—and will hopefully be the self-made noose that hangs Mayo—but what does a hiring process like this portend? A worse medical landscape than we have now, where “progressives” and leftists brag about encouraging abortion when the patient is a Trump supporter, withhold care from patients whose names sound Jewish, call for the assassination of conservative leaders, or refuse to treat anyone wearing a MAGA hat — and that’s just some of what’s been verifired and documented.
Mayo and “Jobs for Humanity” put out an application actually seeking the most unqualified candidates you can imagine. They can just go raid the local jail, or blind school, and have the exact pool of potential workers they’re looking for. If the posting weren’t so euphemistic, it would read a little something like this:
“Jobs for Humanity is partnering with Mayo Clinic to build an inclusive and just employment ecosystem.” FIRST OFF, whites are not wanted, but especially whites who are men and who have natural and normal sexual preferences. Being straight will actually count against you. Anyway, the process will “prioritize individuals coming from the following communities:” third worlders who have completely different value systems from the West and refuse to assimilate, people who have other serious family responsibilities that will no doubt interfere with a demanding work schedule, people who can’t see to hand out pills and administer medications, people who can’t hear what patients are saying, anyone who isn’t white, perverts, and people with serious criminal records….
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Where are Mayo’s lawyers? I’ve got almost zero legal training (I worked as a paralegal for a few short months), and even I can see the malpractice suits coming from a mile away. Blind people trying to stick you? Deaf nurses who can’t hear the doctor’s orders in an emergency setting? This won’t go well at all.
A quick story, but I’ve got a point, so stay with me:
A few years back I had just left Arizona for Tennessee — before I eventually settled in Alabama. Shortly into moving there, I bought a trampoline on Facebook marketplace for my boys, and just taking it apart at the seller’s house was enough of a nightmare that I realized I had zero interest in putting it back together again. So I put out a little classified type ad, again on FB Marketplace, offering $40 for whoever wanted to put a trampoline together. In my mind, I figured it would take about an hour (that’s how long it took me to disassemble), and some high school kid would be happy to make that money that quickly. I got a response from a woman who said her husband would happily do it, and we had a deal!
When they pulled up to my house, I met them in the driveway, and the wife was driving — it was the red flag I didn’t recognize. She then walked around the car, opened her husband’s door, helped him out of the car, took his hand, and started to guide him. At this point I saw his eyes, and the milky glaze covering his vision threw me off. As it turned out, he was completely blind, injured in some surgical mishap — and I started wondering how he was supposed to put the trampoline together.
Well, he couldn’t, so I spent the next three hours outside, following behind him as he put the springs in the wrong slots, correcting his work, while his wife sat in my house because it was extremely hot and she was extremely overweight and was overheating. (There was a record heat wave happening in Tennessee at that time.)
It wasn’t a loss at all though — only because of this couple did I find an absolutely incredible church with some of the best and most engaging teaching I’ve ever had. (Shoutout to Pastor Kyle Shearin Faith Family Church in Oak Grove, Kentucky.) God was totally in what seemed like a disaster.
My point in that whole story is that although that blind man was a lovely guy, and only had the noblest intentions in trying to earn honest money, he was completely ill-suited for the task at hand. Putting together a trampoline requires eyesight, something which he lacked. And trampoline assembly isn’t a matter of life or death, unlike a situation in a Mayo Clinic all too often. The man I met was as ill-suited to put a trampoline together as he was to draw blood in a hospital, or verify drug dosages. I also tend to think “reformed” violent criminals, sex-obsessed leftists, and low-IQ Islamists shouldn’t be in a hospital setting either.
The future of medicine is bleak, so now’s the time to make sure we’re all fit as fiddles.
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