Protection From Propaganda Is More Urgent Than Scientific Sophistication

When Did You Last Review AIDS Commercials From 1980s? You can thank me later. :)

It’s just so breathtaking.

Why am I posting old, lurid AIDS propaganda?

Has it, at long last, become funny?

I think I want to initiate a conversation about how deeply strange it all was, how disturbing, that they rammed something this crazy into our psyches and we all had to re-organize around it, one way or another. Instead of laughing at it as teenagers emerging from a B movie zombie flick, we actually had to adapt to it, deal with it. It was totalitarian and global.

I remember wondering if they were right. Because they couldn’t possibly be so evil as to just be hammering our minds with something made up out of whole cloth, could they?

Answer: Yes.

Same gang, (Fauci, Redfield, Birx, Gates—) same low rent occultists obsessed with being spokespersons for “pathogens” and “pandemics” that are projected onto you, while they pretend they are saving you, while they continue to hammer you with how much worse it’s always getting—this is a telltale sign. Never does anything Peter out, oh no.

The PSY OP (which we used to call “the HIV-AIDS Hyopthesis” was this:

Death can come at any time to any person who does not use a condom “every time,” they have sex.

(Sarcastic commentary: Not Bill Clinton. Not any rock stars. Not any porn stars. Not even Jeffrey Epstein. Still, highly contagious, spread by sex.)

Death came, according to PSY OP, by way of a “highly infectious,” evil, wily, intelligent, “deadly virus—” the bio-equivalent God steering the bus straight off the cliff. No precedent.

Sex is the medium and cause of life, not death.

They actually tried to reverse that. And it was so radical, so extreme, so shocking, that it worked.

There are no “killer” viruses. To me, this sacred truth comes before “there are no viruses.” I mean in the hierarchy of importance.

The first sentence is a closer reflection of the poem that is the story of biology, summed up in the word “life.” Always on the side of life, never seeking to suddenly murder.

They invented a serial killer, and tried to blame nature.

I still don’t know who, exactly, they were.

“We people are just like our planetmates. We cannot put an end to nature; we can only pose a threat to ourselves. The notion that we can destroy all life, includng bacteria thriving in the water tanks of nuclear power plants or boiling hot vents, is ludicrous. I hear our nonhuman brethren snickering: "Got along without you before before I met you, gonna get along without you now", they sing about us in harmony. Most of them, the microbes, the whales, the insects, the seed plants, and the birds, are still singing. The tropical forest trees are humming to themselves, waiting for us to finish our arrogant logging so they can get back to their business of growth as usual. And they will continue their cacophonies and harmonies long after we are gone.”

― Lynn Margulis, Symbiotic Planet: A New Look at Evolution