Posted on 04/27/2019 5:18:02 AM PDT by righttackle44
I invited my dear friend Garry Rodgers — retired homicide detective with a second career as a forensic coroner — to share a fascinating post about the real cause of Elvis Presley’s death. Prepare to be wowed. Welcome to TKZ, Garry!
Elvis Presley suddenly dropped in the bathroom of his Graceland mansion on the afternoon of August 16, 1977. Elvis was rushed to Baptist Memorial Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee, where he was pronounced dead, then shipped to the morgue and autopsied the same afternoon. Three days later, the Memphis County coroner issued Elvis Presley’s death certificate stating the cause as hypertensive cardiovascular disease with atherosclerotic heart disease — a heart attack subsequent to high blood pressure and blocked coronary arteries.
It was a rush to judgment. Toxicology results soon identified ten pharmaceutical drugs in Elvis’s system. Codeine was at ten times the therapeutic level and the combination of other prescription drugs suggested a poly-pharmacy overdose. This revelation started immediate accusations of a cover-up and conspiracy theories quickly hinted at sinister criminal acts.
Four decades later, modern medicine and forensic science looked at the Presley case facts. The review indicated something entirely different from a heart attack or drug overdose really killed the King of Rock ‘n Roll. It said Elvis Presley accidentally died after long-term complications from earlier traumatic brain injuries (TBIs). TBIs are known as silent, stalking, and patient killers.
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Yeah, I’ll get right on that.
Elvis is right here playing cards and he says don’t bother clicking on the blog. It’s likely clickbait.
Interesting comment about auto immune disorders. Will have to look more into it since I have one big psoriasis patch below knee.
Without such an examination any such "diagnosis",regardless of who makes it,is just a hunch...just speculation.
No kidding? Who could live a life like that without the wonders of pharmaceuticals? Let’s thank the Lord that some of us are unremarkable and appreciate it!
Elvis laughs at him from the mother ship.
This report makes the TBI lobby sound like the revisionist historians finding closet women, gays, and now transgenders in so many historical figures.
Blessed is the life that flies under the radar.
Not a beatitude, but it could have been...
Ha ha—love the belly.
Elvis is right here playing cards and he says don’t bother clicking on the blog. It’s likely clickbait.
I also learned from her that her teacher likes class discussion but has poor class control skills. (In fairness to the teacher, it was his first week in a classroom that was all his own—so it is merely really pathetic and not world class pathetic).
I know the whole story. I watched Bubba Ho-Tep!
Dr. Torrent was intrigued by the sudden physiological and psychological changes in Elvis starting in 1967. He discovered that while in Los Angeles filming the movie Clambake, Elvis tripped over an electrical cord, fell, and cracked his head on the edge of a porcelain bathtub. Elvis was knocked unconscious and had to be hospitalized.
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Elvis had a tough time with bathrooms.
Stringing together various previous historical utterances...
“He’s dead, Jim.”
“What difference, at this point, does it make?”
“Elvis has left the building.”
What a bunch of bunk.
Elvis is the cause of Elvis’s death.
The dude ate terribly, weighed 350 pounds and took MASSIVE amounts of drugs.
This article tries to spin previous head injuries as the ultimate cause of Elvis’s decision-making years later.
As is to suggest that if Elvis did not slip and fall, he would not have eaten like an animal or taken massive amounts of drugs.
Why do you think they want to refit ALL buildings in the “Green New Deal”? To get to Elvis!
Elvis died on my 10th birthday.
Having a hysterical mom sort of put a damper on the festivities...
So when was pretty shook up???
That article painted a clear picture of Elvis’ last moments that I can’t unsee.
I remember driving to my bartender’s job and hearing the news of Elvis’ death, when it first broke, on the car radio.
I walked into the bar, which was packed at happy hour, turned down the jukebox, & announced it over the intercom. Immediate stampede as the bar cleared out— everyone headed home to catch the 6 o’clock news.
My manager glared ar me and said, “You might as well go home too, dumbass.”
LOL.
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