What happened to my life after this article came out has been unavailable to me, by way of a sonic trauma boom that separated me from it. It eventually came to involve such macabre manifestations of the the whacko kingdom that although it was all happening to and through me, I became utterly disassociated. It seemed like “bored,” but really it was my brain protecting itself while it healed.
People have said over and over: “Tell the story. Write the book.”
Here is part of the story–I hope you will read it as a cautionary tale.
In the meantime, it’s Dec 1, which the propagandists have marred forever as “World AIDS Day,” and I thought I should find it, and post the article, as a counter-measure.
One thing though: I did not refer to Yoweri Museveni as a benevolent dictator, but rather, as a “benevolent dictator,” but Harper’s lost the quotes on that, so I am forever contrite to the people of Uganda. (It’s obvious why they branded him as such, due to his corrupt collusion in “HIV/AIDS,” which was the kind of crisis that could soften the heart of any brutal dictator when the right people came knocking.)