Or, Never underestimate the power of Google

It hit the NYT over the weekend but I've been following the case of Jayant Patel, psycopathic MD extraordinaire, for a little while now. After flitting from New York to the state and then Oregon, all the while leaving droppings in the form of fraud, misconduct and gross negligence, he turned up in the town of Bundaberg to save the citizens from a revolving door of disgruntled physicians.

And it might have worked, except for his pesky habit of doing bad, bad things. Like not washing his hands during procedures (because "doctors' hands don't have germs.") Or operating without the anesthetic (bringing to mind a rather hilarious Monty Python sketch.) Or letting patients die because he couldn't be bothered with referring them to a facility that could actually save their lives.

So naturally, it's a big scandale and the closet has been rattled free of all sorts of nasty skeletons. The problem is that Patel resigned, fled the country for parts unknown (but it looks like a mansion in Oregon's a good bet) and they are having some difficulty enticing him back to be judged for his mistakes. Gee, like I'm so surprised...