Showing posts with label Mind War. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mind War. Show all posts

Thursday, 17 July 2014


Unknown 21-year old man, supposed to be Christopher Marlowe

A portrait, supposedly of Christopher Marlowe. There is in fact no evidence that the anonymous sitter is Marlowe, but the clues do point in that direction. 

Marlowe was 21 years old in 1585, when the painting was made. He was also the only 21-year old student at Corpus Christi, where the painting was later found.

"All they that love not tobacco and boys are fools."

Remark attributed to Marlowe from the testimony of Richard Baines, 
a government informer,

"Paedophiles can boldly and courageously affirm what they choose ... I am also a theologian and as a theologian, I believe it is God's will that there be closeness and intimacy, unity of flesh, between people ... paedophiles can make the assertion that the pursuit of intimacy and love is what they choose. With boldness, they can say, 'I believe this is in fact part of God's will.'"

Ralph Underwager, 'expert' witness for the defense in scores of child abuse cases and former vocal member of the False Memory Syndrome Foundation, in an interview in Paidika (a pro-pedophilia publication), conducted in June 1991

'The Pedophocracy' is term coined by David McGowan. It is the title of his book on the subject of pedophilia as an Elite habit and one of the main tools of control of the visible ruling elites, by those not so visible.

Of all human vices and perversions, pedophilia is probably judged the most shameful and outrageous in the public mind. It thus has vast potential as a source of control.

This is a deeply disturbing subject. In similar fashion to the proposition that elements of the State use terrorist false-flag attacks against their own populations to further their agendas, the public at large simply cannot accept that the very worst depravities of child sexual abuse could be systematically cultivated and used by those same elements as a calculated and deliberate means of Machiavellian control. 

Many people simply do not want to be told such things - which renders them all too readily reassured by the odd sacrificial minnow. 

Outrage is thus indulged for a while before relapse into the consensus trance of everyday routine, where fear of strangers and the dark are relegated to the subconscious and the odd bad dream.

To be enlisted to the 'Pedophocracy Novitiate' so-to-speak is a temptation difficult for the psychopathic personality type that aspires to power to decline. To become a 1st degree member is to sell one's soul - and there are probably thirty-odd higher degrees each capable of 'making an offer that cannot be refused' by their 'juniors'. Standard military discipline simply cannot hold a candle to it; Special Forces/SIS-type skills and disciplines clearly make extensive use of the victims of it.

There is a large body of information available on the internet for those with the stomach for it. The deeper the investigation, the greater the unpleasant realisation that the phenomenon is so fundamentally ingrained in Western Establishment power structures that to pursue the truths of the matter is as potentially dangerous as it is stomach churning.

"Sonnet 20". In 1609, a collection of 154 Shakespearean sonnets were published, arguably without his approval. The first 126 of the 154 are widely accepted as love poems to a man. "Sonnet 20" is the most-cited example and, depending on how you look at it, could even make Walt Whitman say, "Damn, son, cool down..."

A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion:
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

The whole "master mistress of my passion" thing draws a lot of attention... but the last two lines, which basically say, "You've got a nice penis that women really like, so go stick it to them but save the emotional love for me," put "Sonnet 20" over the edge. 

It's so blatant that the people in the "Shakespeare wasn't gay" camp really only argue that this poem isn't necessarily written by Shakespeare as Shakespeare... but, rather, could be him writing as a character.

SO many cross-dressing plays. Shakespeare's plays feature more cross-dressing than a Wayans Brothers movie. (And if you're doing Othello at a homogeneous high school, perhaps more cross-racial make-up application, too.) About one out of every five Shakespearean plays involves cross-dressing and in three of them, it's absolutely central to the plot. 

Of course, this isn't to say that cross-dressing is a 1:1 match with homosexuality. Far from it. And one of the most timeless pillars of comedy is man + women's clothes = laugh. (Also man + women's clothes + run-by fruiting = mega laughs.) 

Still, that's a whole lotta gender blurring going on. Imagine if a prominent filmmaker today focused 20 percent of his films on cross-dressing. No one would even have the energy to speculate on Ryan Seacrest and Anderson Cooper anymore.

Henry V. Shakespeare focuses a lot on deep male friendship. And that's good. Guys are always fun to hang out with; like when Marge said to Homer, "He prefers the company of men," and Homer replied, "Who doesn't?" 

But... there is one scene in Henry V where the Earl of Suffolk and Duke of York die in each other's arms. Oh shit. Should I have put "SPOILER ALERT"? Anyway, many have suggested that it crosses the line from "great friends" to "forbidden lovers"..

So did he [York] turn and over Suffolk's neck
He threw his wounded arm and kiss'd his lips;
And so espoused to death, with blood he seal'd
A testament of noble-ending love.

Now, again, merely writing about two men kissing as they die to express their lifelong love doesn't mean the person writing is gay. Every week I write a list of NFL picks -- that doesn't make me a football player, a Greek or Professor Pigskin.

Anne Hathaway 2.0.
His wife gets shafted in his will. Yes, Shakespeare was married. To a woman. Of course, we all know that's not necessarily a sign of heterosexuality, more of just coloring inside the lines of societal expectations. 

His wife's name was Anne Hathaway. She, of course, would go on to star as Jake Gyllenhaal's wife in... "Brokeback Mountain". Now THAT'S some damning evidence. 

All hilarity aside, Shakespeare's wife really was named Anne Hathaway. A different Anne Hathaway than the one now, obviously. And there's speculation that he wasn't all that into her -- while they had children, they also had a shotgun wedding (she gave birth six months after they were married)... and, after three years together, he went off to live on his own. Even more revealing is that when he died, the only thing he left her in his will was, quote, "the second best bed." 

Doesn't seem like much, especially since, unlike most writers, Shakespeare actually owned land. (The "best bed" at the time was usually the one people had for guests, so the "second best bed" was the marital bed. But still, at least throw in something else for your wife.)

"Mr. W.H." Shakespeare's sonnets are all dedicated to a mysterious "Mr. W.H." Assuming it's not David Cross or Charlize Theron. (Or, more literally, Woody Harrelson.) 

Most speculation suggests it was either Henry Wriothesley, the third Earl of Southampton, or William Herbert, the third Earl of Pembroke. Clearly someone thinks Shakespeare had a third Earl fetish. Seems a little like an NFL groupie who has a fetish for punters or special teamers who just got called up from the practice squad, but whatever.

Hamlet acrostic spells "I am a homosexual." This is definitely the weakest argument. There's an urban legend that, in the very first published copy of Hamlet, the first letters of the final 14 lines spelled out "I am a homosexual." 

Of course, no one can really produce evidence of this. I went and actually looked at the last 14 lines of Hamlet and tried to recreate this urban legend. It's not really possible. I had to use unorthodox line breaks, blend Horatio's final speech with Prince Fortinbras's, include the final stage direction, and divide the word "exeunt" over three lines...

I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on
more; But let this same be presently perform'd,Even while men's minds
are wild; lest more mischance On plots and errors,
happen. Let four captains Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
For was likely, had he been put
on, To have proved
most royally: and, for his passage, The soldiers' music and the rites
of war Speak loudly for him. Take up the bodies:
such a sight as this Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
�����Go, bid the soldiers shoot. A dead march.
unt, bearing off the dead bodies;
after which a pea
l of ordnance is shot off.

VERY dubious. This is like listening to Beatles songs for hidden backwards messages. Or searching for the word "sex" in the clouds in Disney movies. 

"Sonnet 126". "Sonnet 126" begins "O thou, my lovely boy." And while I'm not sure if Shakespeare envisioned himself the Day Man or Night Man -- or if the lovely boy is a metaphor -- this poem (the 126th of the 126 man-directed sonnets) is one of the only ones that just comes right out and declares its man slant.

The new sexy.
His sexy pinup portrait. Most of the pictures we see of Shakespeare have him looking kind of bald and squirrely and oddly pointy. Last year a new portrait surfaced where he was looking much handsomer. 

The chairman of the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust even called it a "pinup." In this portrait Shakespeare looks rosy-cheeked, he's got a handsome beard (metaphor????????), and a head of styled hair. He's also wearing an elaborate lacy collar and a gold-trimmed suit. 

The Trust also said that the portrait might, quote, "give fresh momentum to generations of speculation as to whether the playwright was bisexual"... since it seems that the portrait must've been commissioned by someone wealthy. Like, say, a third Earl.

All male casts. When Shakespeare's works were performed, first off, he acted in a lot of them. And second off, the casts were all male. This wasn't necessarily by choice, of course -- at the time, women weren't allowed to be actors. (As opposed to now, when a certain leading lady in the Twilight movies just chooses not to actually act.) 

Still, that had to get awfully confusing during the plays when male actors playing female characters were cross dressing as men. And Shakespeare knew when he was writing the plays they'd be performed in all-male casts. On some level, he knew he was writing drag shows. On some level.

The "summer's day" was really a guy. Shakespeare's "Sonnet 18" is arguably his most famous love poem, and begins with a very famous couplet...

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Well... as the 18th sonnet, it's part of the 126 sonnets directed at a man. The summer's day is a man. (Obviously. The summer's eve would've been a woman. Muted and ashamed hi-yo.) 

Later on in the sonnet, there's some wordplay that might or might not further suggest the man is a summer's day...

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

Is the "his" a reference to summer? Yes. Could the "his" also be Shakespeare playing with pronouns to send a shout-out to his special guy? Absolutely. Do we have to meet him more than halfway to reach that conclusion? Probably.

Condemning Achilles's gay relationship. For all the Shakespeare-gay speculation, there's only one time where Shakespeare directly discusses homosexuality in his works. It's in Troilus and Cressida, and it's a discussion of Achilles... who has a tendoncy (yep) to swing toward the gents...

Prithee, be silent, boy; I profit not by thy talk: thou art thought to be Achilles' male varlet.

Male varlet, you rogue! what's that?

Why, his masculine whore. Now, the rotten diseases of the south, the guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel i' the back, lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of imposthume, sciaticas, limekilns i' the palm, incurable bone-ache, and the rivelled fee-simple of the tetter, take and take again such preposterous discoveries!

Two things here. One, if today's politicians have taught us anything, it's that the people who condemn homosexuality the loudest are the ones who are, by far, the most likely to get caught with a man in an airport, truck stop or public park bathroom. 

And two, while such a venomous anti-gay speech could seem to shut the door on this entire "was he/wasn't he?" argument -- this speech actually fits in with the mores of the era. Even if Shakespeare was gay, the societal attitude toward homosexuality lined up with the rant above. Even though Troilus and Cressida is set during the Trojan War, the speech there reflects the Elizabethan attitudes toward homosexuality. 

A lot of the speculation about Shakespeare's sexuality is because he would've had to be coy and ambiguous about it in his writing -- "coming out" wasn't an option.

To wrap up, there's, clearly, no definitive evidence that Shakespeare was gay. It's all speculative and ambiguous. Unless someone uncovers some new piece of evidence, the debate will quietly, eternally push on. 

I don't find any of the stuff presented above to be a good enough piece of evidence to lead me to a verdict. Like so many other things, it's a circular, unresolvable argument that's more entertaining to debate than actually solve. 

To paraphrase and bastardize the end of "Sonnet 18", so long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long will this debate live on and give life to longtail traffic for this blog post. 

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Fire, Walk with Me

 "When this kind of fire starts, it is very hard to put out.

The tender boughs of innocence burn first, and the wind rises, and then all goodness is in jeopardy."

A good old-fashioned romp for AP's 'The Season of the Witch' campaign film. 

Our witches include Daisy Lowe, Peaches Geldof & Paz De La Heurta.

Peaches Geldof, best known as the daughter of rock legend/humanitarian Bob Geldof, has received the pink slip from lingerie line, Miss Ultimo. The UK  brand’s decision to drop Peaches as celebrity ambassador follows the news of her alleged drug-taking. 
Earlier this week, a man came forward claiming that he and 21-year-old Peaches engaged in a drug-fueled night last Thanksgiving. Peaches’ lawyer vehemently denies the reports, however it’s apparent that Miss Ultimo is not risking their image by keeping the alleged party girl on board.
The lingerie brand is removing all of Peaches’ campaign images from their shops, window displays and the company website.
A spokesperson for the brand issued the following statement: “We have been in meetings all morning with regards to the stories that have surfaced over the weekend about Peaches and unfortunately we have no option but to terminate her contract. Miss Ultimo is a brand geared towards a young female audience and as a company we have a social responsibility to ensure we are promoting only positive role models that young women can aspire to.”
The company’s founder, Michelle Mone, added: “We’ve given this a lot of thought, but there’s a point where a business must stick to its principles and as a brand that targets young women, we feel it is impossible for Peaches to continue to work with us as the face of Miss Ultimo lingerie.”
Not that I condone the use of drugs in any way, but why do celebrities allow themselves to be photographed in comprising or potentially incriminating situations?! Do they really think such photos will never surface or affect their current situation?!
Sigh. Peaches is young and is unfortunately learning this life lesson the hard (and public) way. However, one has to credit Miss Ultimo for their decision; although the story is ‘alleged’, the brand is staying true to their image by requiring positive role models for their young, impressionable clientele.
Her days as a lingerie model were probably behind her, but Peaches Geldof left a memorable mark on the industry and the countless young women who adored her wild-child style and attitude.
The 25-year-old celebrity model was found dead in her UK home yesterday, the cause unexplained. The news sent shock waves throughout Britain, where her famous family is considered rock aristocracy and is much loved despite its frequent mini-scandals.
Peaches spent much of her brief life in the public spotlight, and a lot of that in front of cameras. Her work as a lingerie model (starting as a teenager) amplified her celebrity and boosted the fortunes of the two brands with which she was most associated: Ultimo and Agent Provocateur.
Peaches was only 19 when she replaced Kate Moss as the new face of erotic superbrand AP. For the fall 2008 collection, Peaches was one of several models who starred in the dazzling, occult-themed Season of the Witch campaign (above) by photographer Tim Bret-Day — still one of the most talked-about lingerie marketing efforts of the past decade.
The following year her distinctive tattoos and dark eyeliner added an edgy, alternative appeal to Miss Ultimo, the new youth label from the fast-rising Scottish brand Ultimo. But her relationship with Ultimo didn’t last long; she was dumped by the label in 2010 over concerns about her party-girl behavior (which she denied).
None of that dimmed her appeal, though, and Peaches remained a popular member of the rarefied child-of-celebrity models club that includes her sister PixieDaisy LoweGeorgia May Jagger and others.
There’s not much to say that can add sense or comfort to such a sad loss. But Peaches left behind a noteworthy portfolio, some of which can be seen here. May she be at peace.
Agent Provocateur, ‘Season of the Witch’ (2008)

Friday, 20 June 2014

Mary Austin - Freddie Mercury's Girlfriend

"The pair shared a bedsit and then moved into a modest one-bedroom flat in nearby Holland Road. They were blissfully happy but hadn’t discussed a future together. ‘Then, when I was 23 he gave me a big box on Christmas Day. Inside was another box, then another and so it went on. It was like one of his playful games. Eventually, I found a lovely jade ring inside the last small box. 

‘I looked at it and was speechless. I remember thinking, “I don’t understand what’s going on.” It wasn’t what I’d expected at all. So I asked him, “Which hand should I put this on?” And he said, “Ring finger, left hand.” And then he said, “Because, will you marry me?” I was shocked. It just so wasn’t what I was expecting. I just whispered, “Yes. I will.”’

But, impulsive as ever, he changed his mind on a whim. ‘Sometime later,’ she says. ‘I spotted a wonderful antique wedding dress in a small shop. And as Freddie hadn’t said anything more about marrying, the only way that I could test the water was to say, “Is it time I bought the dress?” But he said no. He had gone off the idea and it never happened.

‘I was disappointed but I had a feeling it wasn’t going to happen. Things were getting very complicated and the atmosphere between us was changing a lot. I knew the writing was on the wall, but what writing? I wasn’t absolutely sure. 

‘I never questioned him about it. But I think he must have been starting to question himself. Getting married was probably something he wanted. But then he began to wonder if it would be fair on me.’ The revelation that Mercury was gay ended their physical relationship, but Mary has always been grateful that Freddie one day had the courage to discuss his changing sexual feelings.

 ‘If he hadn’t been such a decent human being and told me I wouldn’t be here,’ she says candidly. ‘If he had gone along living a bisexual life without telling me, I would have contracted Aids and died.’ 

Mary started to notice he was staying out later and later and thought he was having an affair with another woman. Deeply hurt, she feared their relationship was over. But one day he told her he had something important to say – something that would change their relationship forever.

Gazing down at her lap, Mary says softly: ‘I’ll never forget that moment. Being a bit naive, it had taken me a while to realise the truth. Afterwards he felt good about having finally told me he was bisexual. Although I do remember saying to him at the time, “No Freddie, I don’t think you are bisexual. I think you are gay.”’

"The late Freddie Mercury's sumptuous music room, in his magnificent mansion in London's Kensington, has an excellent view of the walled Japanese garden. The main focus of the room is a massive window which filters the daylight onto a giant chandelier and mirrors, giving the whole room a bright and airy feel. Mary inherited the Georgian mansion and all the furniture within, including the piano where Freddie composed many of Queen's smash hits. Mary urged Freddie to place the house and its contents in trust, but he wanted her to have it."

Paula, Michael & Bob

"Yeah, It was getting weird for a while there... Your phones get tapped..."
- Michael Hutchence on "The Papparazzi"

"Time to change the tape, boys!"
- Standard phrase employed by Diana, Princess of Wales whenever "clicks" could be heard over her private phone line

"I know the difference between when the phone is out of order and when there's people listening - all I can say is, there's a lorra "repairs" going on in the cellar... They were following me - in a car; but not hiding it, y'see, they wanted me to know I was being followed..."
- John Winston Ono Lennon, 1972

"The verdict is unlawful killing, grossly negligent driving of the following vehicles and of the Mercedes."

"Yeah, they're livin' large! They're at The Regent, I found out! They're in a better hotel than me!"
- Michael Hutchence on "The Papparazzi" stalking him, Paula and Tiger in Sydney

"I thought he must have left some kind of clue somewhere...."
- Michael's Brother

"I don't think he killed himself"
- Michael's Brother

"I just don't think he killed himself"
- Paula

"You said that Michael killed himself and that Paula killed herself - they didn't; they just didn't."
- Bob

"Perhaps you should try and figure it out for yourself!" Diamond snapped. "Michael and Paula were out of the country and during that time only a few people had any real access to the place: Bob Geldof, Anita Debney, the nanny who used to work for Bob for twelve or so years, and a woman called Gerry Agar, who had developed a grudge against both Paula and Michael. 

The police were called days after the nanny claimed she'd found two Smarty packets with opium in them.  Geldof immediately had a new custody application before the courts, 'in light of recent events.' The local police and prosecutors had the media on their case. There was enormous pressure on them, but even they had to admit something was a bit fishy. [The court] dropped all charges, remember, and Michael was issued with a certificate of non-prosecution by the Crown."

When asked if Hutchence "got off" fairly, Diamond snapped again: "Got off, GOT OFF?? I think the question should be who tried to get him on. You figure it out!" 

COMPERE: And finally the lurid life of Paula Yates has taken another tabloid twist with her decision to reveal graphic details about the poly-filler progenitive sex life of her partner, Michael Hutchins. (It's not often you get a chance to use that word!).

Ms Yates says she's bidding to overturn the New South Wales' coroner's ruling that the INXS star committed suicide. Ms Yates, who was previously married to Sir Bob Geldof, wants the coroner, Derek Hand, to overturn his findings and deliver an open verdict. She's told Britain's Channel 4 television network that she believes Hutchins accidentally killed himself while trying to perform a so called auto-erotic sex act.

Mark Tamhane reports.

UNIDENTIFIED: On the 22nd of November, 1997, Michael Hutchins, the lead singer of INXS, was found dead in a hotel bedroom in Sydney. The coroner of New South Wales said it was suicide. The coroner reached his verdict after studying a brief prepared by local police. Channel 4 has seen that brief and it contains evidence that points to a very different verdict.

MARK TAMHANE: As far as Britain's Channel 4 is concerned, Michael Hutchins was not a sad and tragic figure who took his own life in a Sydney hotel room because he was being ripped apart by a devastating custody battle between his lover Paula Yates and her former husband, Bob Geldof.

Instead, the makers of INXS, the death of Michael Hutchins seem convinced the singer accidentally killed himself while trying to perform auto-erotic asphyxia, a dangerous form of masturbation where the perpetrator deliberately restricts his or her oxygen supply supposedly in a bid to heighten the pleasure of the act.

As evidence, the programme interviews Professor Steven Hucker, a world authority on auto-erotic asphyxia who claims that the New South Wales police and state coroner Derek Hand missed vital clues which all point to accidental death rather than suicide.

There's the mysterious presence of a ring-bolt screw among the possessions discovered in Hutchins' room. Presumably an object from which one could hang a rope or belt, or to attempt auto-erotic asphyxia. But Channel 4's trump card is the testimony of Paula Yates, Hutchins' lover at the time of his death and the mother of his daughter, Heavenly Hirany Tiger Lily.

PAULA YATES: I told you, he's a dangerous boy. He's dangerous. Wild. He could have done anything at any time. The one thing he wouldn't have done is just left us.

MARK TAMHANE: The stories about Michael Hutchins' voracious sexual appetite and the way he's said to have continually lived his life on the edge dominate the programme. A friend, Nick Egan, relates a story about how Hutchins allegedly had sex with former girlfriend Kylie Monogue in a Qantas jet.

Former Prime Minister Bob Hawke is said to have been sitting a few seat rows forward in the same cabin. He's alleged to have turned around and winked at the couple at a particularly crucial moment.

It's all been great copy for Britain's tabloid newspapers especially as Monogue, who now lives in England, has refused to deny the story.

Paula Yates also claims that Hutchins has talked to her about attempting auto-erotic asphyxiation. She talks candidly about their sex life. She claims she's only spoken out to try to get coroner Derek Hand to change his verdict for the sake of Hutchins' daughter.

PAULA YATES: People should think of her. She's who... what drives me on this, what makes me talk about it. I want her to have some vision of her father that is true, and that he would never ever have taken a cowardly way out or left her.

Because people do do these things, lots of people do these things. It's no big deal. It went wrong, but it's no big deal what he did and I just want it stop being made grubby.

MARK TAMHANE: The sad thing the Channel 4 programme highlights is the way speculation about how Michael Hutchins died is still causing rifts between his nearest and dearest. Paula Yates is apparently convinced that Hutchins didn't mean to kill himself. His brother, Rhett, appears open to the possibility that Michael might have died in a tragic accident. 

But Michael's father Kel is convinced that talk of auto-erotic asphyxiation is rubbish. As far as he's concerned, his son took his own life during a sudden, inexplicable bout of despair.

This is Mark Tamhane in London for PM.

COMPERE: And that's all in the programme for tonight.

Thursday, 19 June 2014

Death Aid : Sir Elton's Dead Friends

"Ladies and Gentlemen, by all rights, I shouldn't be here.

I should be dead. Six foot under, in a wooden box.

Every day I ask myself, "How did I survive..?"

Because the AIDS Disease is caused by A VIRUS..."

"I mean, to be clear about it, he was diagnosed with AIDS.

It was not diagnosed HIV, he was not, anything like that, he had AIDS, when they told him in Spring of 1987"

Peter Freestone,
Freddie Mercury's personal assisstant 

"Ladies and gentlemen, by all rights, I shouldn’t be here.  

I should be dead.  Six feet under, in a wood box.

I should have contracted HIV in the 1980s and died in the 1990s.  

Just like Freddie Mercury.  

Just like Rock Hudson.  

Just like so many friends and loved ones of yours and mine.

Every day, I wonder: how did I survive?"

"In 1985, when the test was released for clinical use, did the CDC go back and test everyone that they had diagnosed with AIDS up until that point?

CDC Official: "(Chuckle) No, we did not."

With yer bitch-slap-rappin' and yer Cocaine tongue, y'get nothing done...

"Destroy them."

"Why am I telling you this?  

Because the AIDS disease is caused by a virus

but the AIDS epidemic is not.  

The AIDS epidemic is fueled by stigma.  

By hate.  

By misinformation.  

By ignorance.  

By indifference.

Freddie's Dead - Live Aid and the Social Construct of African AIDS from Spike EP on Vimeo.
The one enduring legacy of Live Aid (other than war) is the Social Construct and Public Myth of African AIDS.