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Bresch was walking through a park during her lunch hour when the bee attack occurred. A large crowd of people formed to watch as she tried to run from the swarm.
"She must have gotten stung like 100 times, mostly on her face," said one shocked onlooker, who asked to remain anonymous. "Her face was puffed up all huge, she kinda looked like a muppet."
Bresch, who is apparently allergic to bee stings, immediately suffered a severe anaphylactic reaction. However, none of the bystanders had an EpiPen on hand to inject Bresch with relief.
"Didn't she raise the price to 600 bucks? Nobody got money for that," said one Robert Selvidge, a bystander on the scene. "She kept pointing at her bag for some reason, who knows why? Was there something in there she needed? Maybe she had an Epipen in there. Whatever. If you ask me she got what she deserves."
In previous years, Mylan CEO Heather Bresch raised the price of the life saving EpiPen by over 400% to $600. She also gave herself a pay increase of 600%. She is due to be paid $18.9 million in 2016.
Bresch is currently listed in critical condition in the intensive care unit at Mercy Hospital. Shares of Mylan were up more than 7 percent in trading Friday as news of Bresch's troubles spread.
Reader Comments
this is satire and not true [Link]
We live in a market economy; when there is profit to be made, a competitor arrives offering an alternative that has advantages... such as working as well or better, and at a low cost. So where is the alternative to the EpiPen? Don't blame her for not having a competitor.
Due to non-enforcement of many existing laws as well as through the creation of laws giving them preferential treatment, competition is strictly limited/controlled, public funds are very frequently used to invent/develop new procedures/treatments which are then privatized, price-fixing/collusion is rampant, etc., etc., etc.
Everyone has seen the cartoon where the hired floor painter has painted him or herself right into a corner. Well, so what? Just walk across the wet paint...collect your money and run.
But what happens if the wet paint has, through unanticipated chemical reaction, become a highly corrosive acid?
This is what happens to your soul when you corner the market.
It is eaten.
When it is eaten, you are gone.
And when you are gone, you are dead.
FOREVER.
But I am just being satirical.
Nothing like this could ever really take place.
ned,
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