"Poof" The End of HIV and AIDS

A Cautionary Tale

Based on a Hans Christian Andersen Story

Retold from rote memory and conjecture

By D. B. Murrieta
Dissident

Epilogue and Synopsis
On last page

Preface: Why I wrote this story.

Recently, I was included in a heated email exchange among a small group of AIDS dissidents concerning the validity of HIV Tests. Toward the end of the marathon, I was compelled to make a few comments to the group:

“No need for apology, I think it was a stunning display of knock down, drag out, self analysis, introspection, individual and group learning phenomenon, I’ve ever witnessed…” and “I thought her [Elizabeth] bringing in the story of the Wizard of Oz was magic.”

Elizabeth was responsible for much of the inspiration to follow in the email exchange. She adeptly infused her remarks into the discussion:

[Quote] Everyone is positive for impending death, anyway.
But the point is: “AIDS” itself is a fantasy, a meaningless layer of meaning, and what causes ‘it” is meaningless. There is no “it”.
There is an Emerald City, a Yellow Brick Road, even a Wizard
and great stories about him, but no magical powers.
Just “poof” at the middle of it all. Nothing to treat… “ [End quote]

I am indebted to everyone involved who collectively and individually provided such a stimulating discussion; of course, roses to Elizabeth, for allowing me to quote her in this preface and for lending me the word “Poof“ in the story. A special thanks to Michael who understands and promotes the spirit of imagination and a thank you to Mike for bringing up the idea of old story book tales as a means to tell the real story behind AIDS. His comment prompted me to comment on a very memorable incident, some seven years ago:

I recall the time in San Francisco when I was with a three party film crew of HEAL Seattle, on the cheap, drove down on a week end to tape a talk by David Rasnick. We stayed at a residence arranged by HEAL SF, in the Castro District, all three of us retiring in sleeping bags in a vacant room that night. Darlene, a vibrant and sparkling personality with blond hair, of prime age and still a femme fatale, asked me what was the story of the “Emperor has no clothes.” I’ll never forget my telling of it. When I asked if I told the story alright, she said I did. A couple of years later, she succumbed; a victim of the HIV test. I often thought that had I been a better story teller, I would have started and ended the story with, “Once upon a time” and “They lived happily ever after.”

I dedicate this retelling to Darlene.

An additional note: World AIDS Day, on December 1st, displayed an obscene spectacle of pandering media, shameless politics, and corrupted science to an unwitting public. It was the giant red AIDS ribbon shrouding the White House door and George W.’s pledge to double the U.S. AIDS commitment to a total of $30 billion that ignited many dissidents. I am pleased that in a response, “End HIV & AIDS Day”, the name inspired by this story, is scheduled for April 23, 2008. This, the anniversary date, Gallo proclaimed, but never proved, HIV the cause of AIDS. In its 25th year, this lie must end.

D.B. Murrieta - Dec. 20, 2007






“Poof”

The End of HIV and AIDS


O
nce upon a time, in a land of ancient yore, when there were no great national countries, none having separate and sovereign domain, but for the most part, only small serfdoms, ruled by self appointed kings, more often called Emperors, for they were thought to hold divine power and a god like status; a story is told of great significance which made an elegant simple statement, a tale of caution for all time, and a lesson learned and if not forgotten, by at least the very wise. We should all do well to remember, for never has it been, or ever been, more relevant.



In this far off time, the people of these small serfdoms, each had long ago, given up their individual rights and freedom in order to have security and protection. They were indebted to their Emperor. He was their Decider, he ruled with absolute authority. He could say or do no wrong. Servitude was believed necessary since the serfs were under constant fear and threat of siege by ravaging and marauding neighbor serfdoms and renegade armies. The age was of 2000 years ago. There was no House of Congress, Judicial Branch, no one to check and balance the power of the President, (Emperor, if you will).

In one such serfdom, somewhere in what is now known as the country of England, there was a place which was idyllic. The land was fertile and food was bountiful. The area too had natural barriers to easily stave off any enemy and the Emperor provided any ultimate defense needed within his high castle walls. This Emperor was very successful. In fact, he prided himself for the success of the serfdom. He believed he could do no wrong. He talked and dressed in a royal manner. He had nothing to learn or fear from anyone.

At the height of his reign, some ten years since he had inherited the crown from his father, who had inherited it from his father, and his father’s father, so far back that it wasn’t clear or even so much as cared about, for history was thought to be of no value; there came a couple of charlatans, eh huh, I mean tailors, who boasted of making the finest clothing in the world. Well the Emperor, being a very vane person, wanting always something more, and of course, the very best, had to have these clothes and therefore, gave immediate audience with these tailors. They described their clothing as made from the finest materials, of golden threads and befitting only an Emperor. They warned however, that there were skeptics among them that would not be able to see the clothing and argue that these clothes were not real. Do not listen to them, the tailors warned. Only the holy and sanctified were worthy enough, and could see them.

No one stopped to think that this could be just the makings of a con or elaborate lie. After all, the Emperor had sought them out. No one would go against the Emperor or even question him.

The tailor said that he would have them ready in thirty days and required a daily fitting and a portion of his fees paid each day; the price agreed, thirty thousand coins, an amount that would empty the serfdom’s coffers, but no matter said the Emperor, nothing could be more important.

In anticipation of the regal garments, the Emperor planned a parade thirty days hence. The head tailor again prepared the Emperor and his court that these garments were so special that only the wise men of religious learning and true belief, such as the Emperor, could experience the value of them; fools and non believers would not.

During the month, the anticipation grew to a fever pitch. Each day, the tailors came to the castle; they brought a sample of their work and collected their fee. As an added incentive, or what they called a gift, they passed out a generous supply of their elixir, touted to heal many ailments. In reality, it was a little known drug which creates euphoria and a false sense of well being. It further serves to suspend reason and logic, discard learning and knowledge, and save only faith and belief, alone. If truth be told, the serfdom had neglected these virtues long ago, thus eliminating critical and independent thinking. There was not even one dissident to caution the unsuspecting that continuous use of the drug could prove fatal.

A number of serfs were becoming restless, clamoring for a better life as times were growing hard and most were poor. They were not happy over the extravagance of the Emperor and the plundering of the treasury. To dispel the discontent, the Emperor in his arrogant and self-righteous manner, ordered his court to spread the drink throughout the serfdom, and particularly administer it to the “high risk”, those who looked most troublesome. This action taken was despite the knowingly high cost of lives and treasury. Many, no longer concerned about the nonsense of the day, partied on without stop or limit.

On the day of the parade, near exhaustion and delirium, most everyone was more than ready to see the madness end, and yearned for some order and reason in their lives. They obediently lined up for the precession along the road that surrounded the castle, all of them certain at least, that the royal garments would be a spectacular show.

Well you know the rest. The Emperor donned the apparel, the clothes that never were, and walked in a precession amongst his subjects.

Not to look disloyal and fearing the emperor’s reprisal, they cheered him on. It wasn’t until the parade neared its end that a small child cried out in a loud clear voice “The Emperor has no clothes”.
Suddenly, “poof”, in an instant, the Emperor stood naked before his peers, a reputation forever ruined, a fallacy revealed to all. Cheers turned to jeers, jeers to tears, tears to fears, fears to cures, cures to queers*, and queers to spears… continuing for an even year. Then suddenly again, “Poof“; and a calm settled over the land. Many had been trammeled, now many had learned. Knowledge, wisdom, reason, and logic were again pre-eminent among the virtues. The sins committed were understood and set aside.

The simple truth prevailed and they all lived happily ever after.



Epilogue:



Breaking News - April 23, 1984 From the Office of the President** in an official press release, Dr. Robert Gallo*** proclaims virus (HIV) to be the probable cause of AIDS. Health Secretary says vaccine will follow in two years.

Headline news - November 22, 2007 “The AIDS Epidemic that Never was and why political correctness influences too much medical spending” in the Daily Mail (newspaper), London, England

This just in - December 13, 2007 “Verdict of $2.5 million over false-positive HIV Diagnosis”


Synopsis/Notes:

*Queers - Those who do not fit the mainstream “norm”. This includes any one who is in a fringe sub group, such as gays, blacks, Haitians, Latinos, Africans; all easy prejudicial targets for AIDS Inc who designate them as “high risk”.

**Emperor, if you will - Then sitting President, Ronald Reagan known as an Imperial President needed a quick fix to calm the mounting turmoil of AIDS hysteria.

***Charlatan/conman - Robert Gallo stole virus from French Scientist and claimed discovery. He never produced a paper proving his theory, HIV>AIDS, and bilked the U.S. for millions of dollars for his research center which showed no progress for nearly 25 years--no cure and no vaccine.

D.B. Murrieta - 2007