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"The diseased are the greatest danger to the healthy; it is not from the strongest that disaster comes to the strong, but from the weakest. Do we know this?...

The unhealthy are man's great danger: not the evil ones, not the "predators". It is those who are already ill, those who have fallen, those who are broken - it is they, the weakest, who most undermine life among people, who most dangerously poison and question our trust in life, in people, in ourselves. Where would one escape from it, that curtained glimpse, from which one carries away a deep sadness, that turned back gaze of the malformed by birth, which reveals how such a person speaks to himself - that gaze, which is a sigh! "I wish I could be someone else!" such this gaze sighs: "but there is no hope. I am who I am: how could I get rid of myself? And yet - I am sick of myself!...

On such soil of self-contempt, a veritable swamp soil, all tares grows, every poisonous plant, and everything so small, so hidden, so dishonest, so mawkish. Here the worms of revenge and aftermath swarm; here the air reeks of secrecy and unconfessions; here the web of the most vicious conspiracy is constantly spun - the conspiracy of the suffering against the well-shaped and victorious, here the aspect of the victorious is hated....

The will of the sick to show some form of superiority, their instinct for hidden paths that lead to tyranny over the healthy - where would it not be found, this will of the weakest to power! The sick woman in particular: no one surpasses her in refinements to rule, to press, to tyrannize. The sick woman spares nothing living, nothing dead, she digs up the most buried things (the Bogos say: "the woman is a hyena"). Look into the backgrounds of every family, every corporation, every community: everywhere the fight of the sick against the healthy - a silent fight mostly with small poison powders, with pinpricks, with treacherous patient facial expressions, but sometimes also with that sick-Phariseeism of loud gestures, which prefers to play "the noble indignation"...

They are all people of resentment, these physiologically unhappy and worm-ridden, a whole trembling soil of subterranean revenge, inexhaustible, insatiable in outbursts against the happy and also in masquerades of revenge, in excuses for revenge: when would they actually come to their last, finest, most sublime triumph of revenge? Without a doubt, when they succeed in shoving their own misery, all misery in general, into the conscience of the happy ones: so that one day they would begin to be ashamed of their happiness and perhaps say among themselves "it is a shame to be happy! there is too much misery!".... But there could be no greater and more fatal misunderstanding than if the happy, the flourishing, the powerful in body and soul began to doubt their right to be happy. Away with this "reversed world"! Away with this shameful effeminacy of the feeling!

That the sick do not make the healthy sick - and this would be such an effeminacy -, that should be the highest point of view on earth - but to this belongs above all that the healthy remain separated from the sick, protected even from the sight of the sick, that they do not confuse themselves with the sick. Or would it be their task to be nurses or doctors?... But they could not misjudge and deny their task worse - the higher should not degrade himself to the tool of the lower, the pathos of distance should also keep the tasks apart for all eternity! Their right to be there, the prerogative of the bell with full sound before the mismatched, cracked one, is a thousand times greater: they alone are the guarantors of the future, they alone are obligated for the future of mankind.

What they can do, what they ought to do, the sick should never be able to do and ought to do: but so that they can do what only they ought to do, how would they still be at liberty to become the doctor, the bringer of comfort, the "savior" of the sick?... And therefore clean air! clean air! and away at any rate from the vicinity of all lunatic asylums and hospitals of culture! And therefore good company, our company! Or loneliness, if it must be! But away, at any rate, from the evil fumes of inner corruption and the secret worm-feeding of the sick!... So that we defend ourselves, my friends, at least for a while against the two worst epidemics which may be saved for us - against the great disgust with man! against the great pity for man!"
(F. Nietzsche - Jenseits von Gut & Böse_Zur Genealogie der Moral _Dritte Abhandlung: Was bedeuten asketische Ideale_14
- Translated with the help of www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version))

A pretty good summary of current "society", me thinks.

However, one has to consider that this book was published in the year 1886.
At that time there were not nearly as many possibilities as today to make oneself a severely disabled person by one's own misconduct & to be still rewarded for it - at the expense of the general public and especially at the expense of the healthy.
"Paid by your health insurance!"

I wonder what Nietzsche would have said, if this fat cyborg would have rolled past him... 

At his time, there may have been such human porkers in Germany here and there - but those were probably either fairground attractions
("Look, be amazed: The THICK Kunigunde!!!")
or some upper class monsters who could afford such things
("Now then, the princess has heavy bones and she likes to eat, upon my soul.").

Today you hang can around somewhere at the street, wait a few minutes & soon such a cattle rolls past you.
And apparently everyone finds that absolutely normal & okay.

This broken society is not at all interested in the health of its members.
This sick system functions at all only if sick people are present in a sufficient measure - and since there are still not enough who have eaten themselves to shapeless lumps or have otherwise done a serious permanent damage to their body, meanwhile even symptom-free healthy people are simply declared to be sick & best even forcibly medicated.

A real, genuine, deadly epidemic with at least 90% lethality would be a blessing & perhaps the last chance for the survival of Homo sapiens before everything goes down the drain.
The question is whether this survival is at all desirable & worth pursuing.

 

VHEMT

The Voluntary Human Extinction Movement